Punch In For Ten Minutes: The School Flower Turned Out To Be My Girlfriend

The most important thing in the treatment of empyema is to drain the purulent effusion in the patient's pleural cavity and to fight infection after surgery.

Empyema in infants and young children is usually treated with puncture and antibiotics, while closed thoracic drainage is commonly used in adults.

Qin Wanwan was already very familiar with this operation.

It was entirely because Gu Yu had taught her before in the affiliated hospital.

At that time, Gu Yu demonstrated with both hands no less than ten times, and repeatedly analyzed and analyzed the details.

It was obviously the first time to perform such an operation, but Qin Wanwan felt that she could do it easily.

After all, this is just a model, not a real person, and there is not much psychological pressure.

A thumb-sized incision was made in the patient's second intercostal space, and Huo Xiaoyi, who was beside him, quickly brought the medical hose and drainage bottle.

The other students also got busy. Those who used suction devices to **** blood and those who used hemostatic forceps to stop the bleeding had a clear division of labor.

Gu Yu, who was standing on the side, was amazed.

I have to say that this model is so realistic that it even bleeds after cutting the skin!

"The tube is inserted too deep, and you will easily puncture other organs in the patient's body. The depth should not exceed 125px."

"A little lower and flush like yours would likely allow the water from the bottle to drain into the patient's chest."

"When you use the hemostatic forceps, use a little force. This is a model, why? Are you afraid of pinching the model to death?"

At this critical step, Gu Yu finally spoke.

Although everyone has sufficient theoretical knowledge, many details are often wrong in practice.

Under the guidance of Gu Yu, the dark gray, rotten-smelling thick liquid gradually flowed into the drainage bottle along the drainage tube.

Everyone present pinched their noses in unison.

This move aroused the dissatisfaction of Dai Zhengguo.

"Release! Release your hands! That's pinching your nose? If it was a thoracotomy, would you faint on the spot?"

Everyone put down their hands again, frowning and resisting the surgery.

Only Wu Huan, who was hiding behind the crowd, still went his own way, and even pinched his nose and whispered, "It's just a simulated operation, and the model is so real! Those who didn't know it thought it was stuffed with feces!"

Dai Zhengguo frowned, walked over and pulled him out of the crowd.

"What did you just say?"

"You can't stand the smell? Did you know that real infectious pus smells ten times more stinky than it does now?"

"If one day, you admitted a patient with empyema, would you give up treatment because of the smell?"

Dai Zhengguo severely criticized Wu Huan in front of everyone.

Wu Huan didn't expect that what he said in a low voice would be heard by Dai Zhengguo and criticized in public at the moment, and his expression suddenly stiffened.

"Huh! Xiao Qi, exchange jobs with Wu Huan. You are in charge of handing over the surgical tools, and Wu Huan is in charge of incision suturing and post-operative care."

Dai Zhengguo snorted in dissatisfaction, and then said to another student who was holding suture pliers and was waiting to be sutured.

The student called Xiao Qi nodded, put the suture pliers back in the instrument tray, and stood on the place where Wu Huan stood before.

"Since you're afraid of stink, then you should have a good experience!"

Dai Zhengguo looked at Wu Huan displeasedly.

Wu Huan had nothing to say, so he could only bite the bullet and go over to pick up the suture pliers.

So close contact with the wound, a stench several times stronger than just before blowing.

Especially as the pus slowly flowed into the bottle along the medical hose, he retched even more.

Time passed by, and Wu Huan started suturing until the pus in the chest cavity of the model was basically drained.

From time to time, my fingers get stuck on the sticky, putrid tissue fluid.

He closed one eye in disgust and squinted the other.

The stitches are performed with an expression of extreme disgust.

"Can you open your eyes? Did you know that you repeated two stitches in the same spot?"

Gu Yu, who was beside him, couldn't stand it any longer.

This Wu Huan stitching technique is not only not standardized, but also very insincere.

If this is a real person, the patient may have to suffer a few more needles.

"Don't you understand a little more theory? What qualifications do you have to point fingers at me? Dogs meddle with mice?"

Wu Huan was already resentful, but at this time, he was directly stimulated by a reminder from Gu Yu, and turned his head back to Gu Yu without saying a word.

He also waved the suture pliers in his hand.

"Bastard! Get the **** out of here!"

When Wu Huan replied, Gu Yu didn't have time to get angry, but Dai Zhengguo on the side was the first to get angry.

He stepped forward, snatched the suture pliers from Wu Huan's hand, and threw him aside to stand.

Gu Yu was the teaching assistant he finally hired.

What qualifications does Wu Huan have to scold Gu Yu?

Isn't this a proper slap in the face?

"Mr. Dai, am I right? Why is he qualified to instruct me? Is it a trumped-up professional title?"

"Take it out and show it to us!? It's really not good, show me a hand?"

Wu Huan was pulled aside, still unconvinced.

The classmates on the side held him and asked him to say a few words less.

But Wu Huan couldn't listen at all.

"Shut up! Don't you believe me?"

At this time, Dai Zhengguo was really so angry that he was going to have a heart attack.

Why is this Wu Huan so ignorant?

Can Gu Yu's identity be exposed easily? Besides, Gu Yu's identity was personally certified by him. Does he need to lie to Wu Huan?

Having taught graduate students for more than ten years, this is the first time he has met someone as unreasonable as Wu Huan!

"Xiaoyu, don't take his words too seriously! This kid is a arrogant arrogant. After this class is over, I will definitely educate him!"

Dai Zhengguo saw Gu Yu standing aside and didn't speak, he thought Gu Yu was holding back his breath, and quickly comforted him.

However, Gu Yu was not angry.

He glanced at Wu Huan like an idiot, and took the suture pliers from Dai Zhengguo.

"Mr. Dai, what he said still makes sense. I have to show some real skills to convince everyone."

"then you?"

Dai Zhengguo looked suspiciously at the suture pliers in Gu Yu's hand, and seemed to understand something.

"Then let's take a look at the technology?"

Gu Yu smiled slightly, then leaned on the operating table.

"Sewing cutters."

Gu Yu stretched out her hand towards Qin Wanwan, Qin Wanwan was stunned for a moment before she could react, and quickly found the suture removal scissors from the instrument tray and handed them to Gu Yu.

She looked at Gu Yu curiously, not because she questioned Gu Yu's medical skills, but because she was simply curious when she saw Gu Yu in action for the first time.

Because she already knew how powerful Gu Yu was.

Otherwise, it would not have been so valued by Dai Lao.

Gu Yu held the scissors, and countless professional knowledge poured into his brain like running water.

At this moment, he felt like a real doctor.

The model in front of him is no longer a model, but a real patient.

He stretched out his hand and skillfully dismantled the thread that Wu Huan had sewed at will. The wound was opened and exposed to his eyes again.

"Disinfect cotton balls!"

"Huo Xiaoyi, you hold the aspirator and make sure that there is no residual fluid in the patient's wound when I sew it up."

"Qin Wanwan, be ready to hand me the hemostatic forceps at any time."

"And the classmates over there, the disinfection cotton **** are not enough, replenish them in time!"

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