Aren't you afraid of being eaten by her? "Su Yun asked.
"Yes, but I'll die if I leave her." The patient's family sighed and said, "So I …"
As he spoke, he thought of the problem of raw meat and felt that it was ridiculous.
"Generally speaking, this illness is caused by too much stress. What kind of stress is it? I suggest you go see a psychiatrist," Zheng Ren said. "It's almost time. Go back and take a look."
"I haven't looked at the checklist yet."
"It's okay. Check to see if the necklace has gone down. If there's a change in position, it means that it's not stuck in the intestine. It'll probably be discharged within 24 hours, "Zheng Ren said.
"Doctor, is the nightmare really fine?" The patient's family was still worried.
"Nightmare was officially recognized as a disease in 1991. Currently, it's estimated that 0.5-1.5% of people suffer from it. Many people eat in the middle of the night … "
"There's a problem with this data. I think it's normal to be around one in a million. One in ten thousand is too big," Su Yun said disdainfully.
"It doesn't matter." Zheng Ren smiled. "There's no effective treatment at the moment. You can try psychotherapy but don't take epilepsy drugs."
"Oh, okay." The patient's family let out a long sigh.
Back in the radiology department, Lin Yuan was chatting awkwardly with the patient.
Zheng Ren did not explain much to the patient and gave her another abdominal dialysis.
Comparing the two images, he could see traces of movement in the metal object in the intestine. Although it was not very obvious, it was a small matter as long as it moved and could be discharged. Zheng Ren was relieved this time.
He returned to the emergency department with the patient and two abdominal dialysis scans. Lin Yuan followed behind, his stomach full of curiosity and questions about to explode.
Back in the emergency department, a group of people blocked the entrance of the treatment room. Some were watching the commotion, while others were anxious.
A nurse stood next to a seat in the waiting area, taking care of a woman in her sixties.
Looking at the mess, Zheng Ren frowned, not knowing what had happened.
"Wait here for a while. I'll take a look," Zheng Ren said to the patient's family.
The man did not refuse Zheng Ren's words. He nodded repeatedly and sat in the waiting area with the woman.
Zheng Ren strode to the treatment room.
"Excuse me, excuse me," Su Yun shouted from behind.
But this level of shouting couldn't stop the onlookers from watching the show.
Zheng Ren saw that no one was too old in the crowd, so he parted the crowd and pushed the door open to enter the treatment room.
He really didn't understand why they were surrounding the door when it was closed.
The moment the door opened, the crowd exclaimed in unison.
Zheng Ren was also stunned when he saw Zhou Litao.
In front of Zhou Litao stood a little boy, about 7 or 8 years old. He had a glass bottle in his mouth, and saliva was dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"Close the door," Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.
Lin Yuan was the last to squeeze in and closed the door.
Zhou Litao was wearing sterile gloves and holding a pair of pliers in his hand. He didn't know where to start. Seeing Zheng Ren return, he said happily, "Boss Zheng, you're back. Help me take a look."
"What happened?" Zheng Ren asked.
"After the child drank the juice, he used his tongue to lick the bottle. He licked too deeply, and his tongue got stuck in the bottle." Zhou Litao briefly explained the situation.
The young patient's mother burst into tears, especially when she saw that Zhou Litao was helpless. She was already in despair.
Through the glass bottle, she could see that the young patient's tongue was bruised. As the color darkened, her heart sank.
Zheng Ren put on a mask and sterile gloves and came to the child's side. He looked at the light and was surprised to see that the tongue was bruised, swollen, and blocked in the bottle.
Uh …
It was the first time Zheng Ren had seen such a situation.
In the past, when he was in the emergency department, he had encountered many cases of brats causing trouble by themselves and causing all kinds of trouble.
For example, some brats wanted to try to see if they could hold a light bulb in their mouth.
For example, some brats used their hands to hold firecrackers and competed in courage. They blew up their hands.
For example, some children in the countryside threw a disposable lighter into the stove pit. The fragments that came out almost scratched their eyes.
For example …
There were too many things to describe.
However, this was the first time Zheng Ren had encountered a situation where the tongue was stuck in a bottle.
After carefully looking at the situation, he was also in a difficult position.
"Boss Zheng, if you can't do it, just break the bottle," Zhou Litao suggested in a low voice.
"No." Zheng Ren shook his head.
"If I break it, what if the glass fragments fall into my mouth?" Su Yun looked at the brat and was a little worried. So much so that when he habitually criticized Zhou Litao, his tone of disdain was not so heavy.
"Yes, Su Yun is right. Moreover, broken glass fragments can easily be swallowed along the tongue into the esophagus or even choked into the trachea. The potential risk is very high, "Zheng Ren said in a low voice as he looked at the bottle.
"What about anesthesia?" Lin Yuan suggested. "After anesthesia, the patient will not be so nervous. The tongue will become soft and it may be easier to remove."
"There are too many uncontrollable factors." Su Yun's eyes narrowed, the black hair on his forehead moving despite the absence of wind. "Right now, the child has no breathing difficulties. Once anesthesia is applied, he will have breathing difficulties and the intubation won't be able to be inserted."
"Yes, if that's the case, we can only do a tracheotomy. Simple things will become troublesome instead." Zheng Ren agreed with Su Yun.
When the parent, who was already afraid, heard Zheng Ren and Su Yun's description, her body went limp. Her legs were weak and she could not stand at all.
She leaned against the wall and squatted down bit by bit, holding her head and crying.
Zheng Ren felt that it was too difficult. According to the usual procedure, he would need to break the glass bottle.
However, the wall of the bottle was very thick and it required a lot of strength.
The child's tongue took up almost half the space in the glass bottle. It was difficult to break the bottle without damaging his tongue at the same time.
As for the secondary damage caused by the fragments entering the trachea and esophagus, that was a problem for later.
God knew what kind of miraculous operation the child would perform in a panic and what kind of secondary damage it would cause.
Lin Yuan's suggestion of anesthesia would not work either. Once there was danger, a small matter would become a big one.
Should he get the professionals from 119?
Zheng Ren saw that the child's tongue had already turned black. If he waited for the professionals from 119 to come and think of a solution, it would take at least 20 to 30 minutes.
The tongue might even become ischemic and necrotic …
"Why is it stuck so tightly?" Su Yun began to try to pull the glass bottle out. The child groaned vaguely, indicating that he was in pain and could not move at all.
"Maybe the tongue is in the bottle, causing a partial vacuum negative pressure." Zheng Ren focused on the bottle, ignoring the child's cries of pain.
At this time, he could not be soft-hearted. Crying with the child's mother would not solve the problem.
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