Chapter 2349: Slapping Oneself in the Face
Beads of sweat broke out on Doctor Yang’s forehead: did the two medical students calculate wrong? Should we stop immediately?
Before the words had even fully left his mouth, Xie Wanying rushed up and grabbed the intercom: "Doctor Duan, it’s time."
Duan Sanbao’s fingers pressed on the upper right abdomen of the child and began kneading and pressing.
Everyone’s gaze froze in an instant.
The coordination between these two young doctors was so perfect that things progressed too fast; the whole group was completely stunned.
Doctor Yang’s hand rested on the control lever in a daze for a full ten seconds or more before his brain caught up.
When he looked back at the screen, under fluoroscopy the leading edge of the child’s intussusception suddenly whooshed back at high speed, and the speed of reduction made this big-shot radiologist’s eyes nearly pop out.
Way too fast. The block-shaped shadow shot back into the small intestine at an incredible speed, exactly matching what Student Xie had said at the beginning about this kid’s intestines having a fierce will to survive. After the child’s body tried to flee in the wrong direction and got blocked, now with the doctors’ help pointing it the right way, once the intestines got back on the proper life-saving path they were insanely good at saving themselves.
Knowing that success is generally related to momentum, Doctor Yang couldn’t help worrying if the impact was too strong and might blow out the bowel. He hurriedly fluoroscoped again: no free air under the diaphragm, confirming there was no intestinal perforation.
Exhaling a long breath, Doctor Yang tilted his head back and let out a smile: these two youngsters are impressive, they really did calculate it right.
The head of the intussuscepted bowel returning to the small intestine basically meant it had gone back to its normal position, which on imaging appeared as disappearance, with the previously trapped gas dispersing into a large amount of gas-mesh shadows. This was the "salute sign" of a successful air enema reduction.
Everyone on site stared at the successful outcome; for a while their hearts couldn’t quite slow down—the twists just now had flipped like a roller coaster way too fast.
"That’s odd, didn’t she say no manual massage?" After replaying the whole thing, someone remembered Student Xie’s words and felt puzzled.
She never said absolutely no manual massage, she said it had to be used alone. Like Student Duan said, once the steps are sorted out, you use it when it’s time to use it.
You don’t just blindly apply manual massage; it has to be used precisely at the critical moment. It’s like in obstetrics when Teacher Du’s single hammer-fist is always exactly right. It shows that force has to be集中爆发 at the key point, that you wait for the best timing, and every other step is about creating the opportunity for that best timing. Veteran surgeons have explored the human body enough to be very skilled at this step. This kid was lucky to have, on the scene, a doctor who might lack experience but has that innate talent.
"What’s going on?" Coming back from his phone call, Wu Manzhong sensed the weird atmosphere and asked.
"Where did you go?" The others questioned him.
"I called the department to get ready to admit the patient and prepare for emergency surgery," Wu Manzhong said, disgruntled, explaining that he’d been actively working.
Working on what exactly? They already finished the job, and you’re here talking about working?
What are you people saying? Hearing this, Wu Manzhong hurriedly shoved aside the three people blocking the doorway with both hands, stuck his whole head in regardless of anything else to see for himself: with him, the senior, present, the youngsters actually solved a tricky case without needing him to step in?
If that was true, he had to see with his own eyes who did it.
Still looking at the beauty? Cao Zhao folded his arms across his chest, eyes and brows full of amusement as he watched his three mischievous buddies.
The other three finally understood why he’d been mocking them from hell and back a moment ago: this guy was as leisurely as an immortal, watching the three of them talk to themselves and slap their own faces.
What beauty are you even looking at. She’s a brainstorm girl, totally not in the same category as some vase-type beauty.