Zheng Ren looked up. The color of the waiter's System panel quickly changed from light green to red. A diagnosis appeared in front of Zheng Ren — tension pneumothorax.
This was a fatal illness.
Tension pneumothorax referred to the rupture of a larger alveolus or a larger and deeper lung laceration or bronchial rupture. The rupture was connected to the pleural cavity and formed a one-way valve.
When inhaling, air entered the pleural cavity through the rupture. When exhaling, the valve closed and the air in the cavity could not be discharged, causing the pressure in the pleural cavity to continue to rise, compressing the lungs and causing them to gradually collapse.
If the high-pressure air in the pleural cavity was squeezed into the mediastinum, it would spread to the subcutaneous tissues, forming subcutaneous emphysema in the neck, face, chest, and other areas.
This illness was acute and could easily be fatal if it was delayed for a period of time.
The waiter was as thin as a bamboo pole.
Young men with this kind of figure were most likely to suffer from spontaneous pneumothorax.
Zheng Ren stood up abruptly, let go of Xie Yiren's hand, and strode to the waiter's side.
"Are you not feeling well?" Zheng Ren asked gently.
He switched from diner mode to doctor mode and prepared for emergency treatment without any hindrance.
The waiter was very young, probably less than 20 years old. He was sweating profusely and his face was flushed.
However, in an instant, the blood on his face receded like the tide, followed by a deathly pale face.
He nodded and wanted to smile to indicate that he was fine.
However, there was a sharp pain in his chest earlier, and now it was starting to feel tight and he began to breathe rapidly.
Zheng Ren knew that this was the body's natural reaction.
In a state of hypoxia, it was natural to breathe hard, just like in a plateau area 4,000 meters above sea level.
However, the more he inhaled, the more gas appeared in the chest cavity, and the faster the lung tissue compressed.
The rapid compression of the lung tissue caused increased breathing difficulty, but the patient would continue to struggle to breathe.
This was a negative feedback process, which was also why patients with tension pneumothorax had an acute onset and a high risk of death.
"Don't worry, sit down." Zheng Ren held the young man's arm, supporting his body's strength, and helped him sit down on a chair next to him.
"What!" The person sitting there was also holding a bottle of wine, looking seventy to eighty percent drunk. He looked unhappy and completely unaware of the situation.
"Excuse me, please. He's sick," Zheng Ren said.
"Why?! I'm here to spend, "the man roared with his eyes wide open.
Su Yun brought a chair over and helped the waiter sit down, ignoring the middle-aged man eating skewers next to him.
There was no point in arguing now.
Besides, he was right. He was here to eat, not a doctor. He didn't know what had happened.
Even doctors, other than Zheng Ren, who was a cheat, no one knew what had happened.
After helping the waiter to his seat, Zheng Ren tore open the waiter's shirt and pressed his ear against it.
"Spontaneous pneumothorax?" Lao He stood up and asked doubtfully.
"Maybe the boss is doing a physical examination." Su Yun turned around and asked, "Xiao Feng, did you bring your stethoscope?"
Feng Xuhui was speechless.
Although the box was big, it was filled with medical supplies for interventional radiology. Who would go out with a first-aid kit?
Besides, with the scope of Boss Zheng's surgery, just one first aid kit was probably not enough.
Su Yun was also very regretful. He saw Zheng Ren raise his head and begin to knock.
He placed his left hand on the patient's chest wall, and the middle finger of his right hand knocked on the joint of the middle finger of his left hand. The sound of knocking could be heard.
The sound was not too loud, but Su Yun could hear the abnormality.
It was the most basic thoracic surgery physical examination. If he could not hear it, he could just wash up and sleep.
Lao He also heard the abnormality and said in shock, "It really is pneumothorax."
As he said that, he took out his phone and began to dial 120.
"Lao He, call 120. It's best if you bring a chest bottle over," Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.
"Tension pneumothorax?!" Su Yun asked.
Zheng Ren nodded.
The surrounding diners looked at the scene in an uproar and started discussing it animatedly.
"What happened to the waiter?"
"I don't know. Tsk tsk, his clothes were torn. Does that young man have such a hobby? This can be considered harassment. In broad daylight, it's immoral. "
"Why didn't that person fight back? The waiter can't be bullied. This is too much!"
A few diners with a sense of justice stood up and denounced Zheng Ren.
The boss also walked out from inside and asked with a puzzled expression, "What's wrong?"
"He suddenly had a pneumothorax … He's very sick. We've already called an ambulance," Zheng Ren said. "Do you have a syringe?"
"My meat never gets water. Where did you get a syringe!" the boss said angrily.
As for the pneumothorax and the ambulance, they were so far away from him. It was far from as simple and direct as injecting water into the meat.
Zheng Ren was speechless. What the f * ck!
The waiter's expression became worse and worse. No matter how Zheng Ren comforted him, his breathing became more and more rapid.
"Is there a cut?" Although Lao He knew that there was no cut, he still asked subconsciously.
Fortunately, Boss Zheng had asked for an ambulance to bring a chest bottle over. It would be fine when the ambulance arrived in a few minutes.
After the closed drainage, the patient would be fine.
This was a small matter, a small matter, Lao He comforted himself.
However, before he could hear the hoarse sound of the ambulance, the young waiter was already weak. He was sweating profusely and his lips were purple. Like a fish that had been thrown ashore, he tried his best to open his mouth to breathe.
"Calm down! Don't use so much force. Relax, relax. "Zheng Ren anxiously comforted the waiter while looking around for something suitable.
If it did not work, he could only buy it from the System space.
However, under the watchful eyes of everyone, it would be fatal to make something out of nothing with his bare hands.
Zheng Ren gritted his teeth and his masseter muscles bulged high. His face was serious.
"Chief Zheng, what do you want?" Fan Tianshui walked over and wanted to help.
"Syringe, pump air out. If you don't have a syringe, a needle will do. Insert the air in and let it out. It will be better. "Su Yun was also looking for something.
But a syringe …
Zheng Ren would not dare to give a syringe to the waiter even if he took it out.
'If that doesn't work, I can only use a cleaner knife,' Zheng Ren thought.
Fan Tianshui thought for a moment and grabbed a handful of straws from the counter. He asked, "Chief Zheng, is it this kind? You'll be fine after inserting it? "
"Yes." Zheng Ren's eyes lit up. "Go find a knife."
"Oh." Su Yun quickly ran to the kitchen.
Fan Tianshui hesitated for a moment, picked up a straw, opened the outer packaging, and asked carefully, "Chief Zheng, are you going to make an incision and stuff this in?"
"Yes."
"Which position?"
Zheng Ren felt that Fan Tianshui was talking a little too much today, but he still pointed at the patient's left chest wall, at the middle clavicle line, the second intercostal space.
Then, he left a mark there with his fingernails.
Just as his hand left, Zheng Ren was stunned to see Fan Tianshui holding the straw with two fingers and stabbing it into the patient's chest wall like a dagger.
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