Chapter 291: 【291】Additional update 3 Chapter 291: 【291】Additional update 3 “`
The resistance felt by the needle tip as it pierces through the skin, muscle layer, chest membrane, and pericardium requires patience and meticulous attention.
“Yingying, what are you doing, what are you doing—?” Li Qi’an, watching her insert the needle from across, was already flustered.
With this needle insertion, would it save a life or take one?
All medical students fear this!
How could she not be afraid?
Her forehead and face were without sweat, her eyebrows unfurrowed, her eyes focused intently on the patient’s chest and the monitor, as the needle in her hand slowly sank into the patient’s skin.
Luo Yanfen, watching from a distance, felt her heart hang high with anxiety, “Dr. Xie you—”
She couldn’t believe her own eyes; this clinical novice really did it, did it! She did what Luo Yanfen didn’t even dare to imagine—
At the same time, thudding footsteps approached from the stairwell, heading towards the nurses’ station.
“Who called for the cardiothoracic team? Where’s the patient?”
“It’s our neurosurgery patient, who was reported over the phone to have a head injury, right?”
“I’m from general surgery; I informed you earlier about a patient brought in by a relative of one of our interns. Have you admitted him to emergency yet, where is he?”
“Doctor Kim is here!”
“Has the person arrived? This way, this way—over there, for the emergency—” As a group of people bombarded her with questions, the nurse in the station was so anxious that she became incoherent, only managing to raise her hand and point towards the patient’s bed.
A row of people turned their heads to look: ?!
Everyone rushed towards the bedside in a flurry.
“Oh.” Doctor Kim uttered softly just as she was about to approach the bed when a sturdy arm belonging to a male doctor stopped her; looking up, it was none other than Robot blocking her path.
Around the bedside, a group of people stood with solemn faces, in absolute silence—accurately put, they held their breath as they watched: the puncture needle remained stable at a certain position and angle, fluid was rising in the syringe.
The monitor showed the rapid heartbeat rate, which had previously been over 180, slowly decreasing.
At this moment, she had to be even more stable, more so, absolutely no shaking of the hand. Xie Wanying repeatedly told herself to hold on, hold on, hold on—
A hand firmly grasped her wrist and arm, like a Stabilizing Sea Needle giving her steadiness.
Not daring to turn her head, Xie Wanying tried hard to see whose hand it was; her sight caught a very familiar one, recalling, recalling: it seemed to be the same hand that had taught her to tie knots by grabbing the back of her hand.
Had Senior Cao arrived? She blinked in surprise.
“Hand the syringe over to him,” Cao Yong said softly from behind her, his tone extremely cautious, but the hand holding hers was forceful.
It wasn’t that he was afraid she would tremble; he feared that the moment she let go, she would collapse. As a doctor, especially a neurosurgeon, he could see that her mental state was stretched to the limit, like a string that could break at any moment, which made his heart anxious and fearful.
He understood what she was going through; she was performing a blind pericardiocentesis.
To medical students, this procedure signified a failure rate of one hundred percent. Even seasoned cardiologists and cardiothoracic surgeons weren’t completely confident in performing it.
It was believed that no doctor present at the scene, even those from their own hospital, would dare to attempt it, except maybe a highly experienced cardiac specialist.
All that could be said was, to pull this patient back from the brink, the only thing she could do was to take the gamble.
For now, she had managed to hold onto this life, pulling it back from the doorstep of Yama, King of Hell.