Zheng Ren looked up and the color of the waiter's system panel began to turn red from a light green. A diagnosis appeared in front of Zheng Ren's tension pneumothorax.

This is a fatal disease.

Tension pneumothorax refers to a larger lung bubble rupture or a larger and deep lung laceration or bronchial rupture. The cleft is connected to the pleural cavity and forms a one-way live flap.

When inhaling, air enters the pleural cavity from the rift, while when exhaling, the flap closes and the air in the cavity cannot be discharged, causing the pressure in the pleural cavity to continue to increase, pressing the lungs to gradually collapse.

If the high-pressure air in the pleural cavity is squeezed into the mediastinum, it spreads to the subcutaneous tissue, forming subcutaneous emphysema on the neck, face, chest, etc.

This disease is urgent, and if it is delayed for a period of time, it is very likely to be fatal.

The waiter is as tall and thin as a bamboo pole.

Young men with this body are the most likely to suffer from spontaneous pneumothorax.

Zheng Ren suddenly stood up, let go of Xie Yiren's hand, and strode to the waiter.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Zheng Ren asked gently.

From diner mode, switch to doctor mode, prepare for emergency rescue without any barriers.

The waiter was very young, and looked less than 20 years old. He was busy and sweaty, and his face was flushed.

But in just a moment, the blood on his face faded away like a tide, and then it turned pale.

He nodded, wanted to smile, and signaled that he was fine.

But before, there was a severe pain in his chest, but now he started to feel chest tightness, and he began to breathe rapidly.

Zheng Ren knew that this was a natural reaction of the body.

In the absence of oxygen, you naturally need to inhale vigorously, just like in a plateau area with an altitude of 4,000 meters.

But the more you inhale, the more gas it appears in the chest cavity and the faster the lung tissue compresses.

The lung tissue is rapidly flattened, causing the difficulty of breathing to worsen, and the patient will continue to breathe hard.

This is a negative feedback process and is also the reason why patients with tension pneumothorax have an extremely high risk of death.

"Don't worry, sit down." Zheng Ren held the young man's arm, supported the strength of his body, and helped him sit down on a chair next to him.

"What are you doing!" The person sitting there was also carrying a bottle of wine. He seemed to be drunk and looked unhappy, and had no idea of ​​the situation.

"Please let me make it happen, he is sick." Zheng Ren said.

"Why! I'm here to consume." The man yelled with wide eyes.

Su Yun came over with a chair and helped the waiter sit down with Zheng Ren, but ignored the middle-aged man who was picking up skewers next to him.

There is no point in arguing at this time.

Besides, he is right. He is here to have a meal, not a doctor, so he doesn't know what happened.

Even doctors, except for Zheng Ren's slut, no one knows what happened.

Holding the waiter down, Zheng Ren tore his top open and pressed his ear over.

"Spontaneous pneumothorax?" Lao He stood up and asked in confusion.

"Maybe the boss is checking his body." Su Yun then turned around and asked, "Xiao Feng, are you wearing a stethoscope?"

Feng Xuhui was silent.

Although the box is big, it is all in-surgery consumables. Who needs to bring a first aid kit when going out for nothing?

Besides, given the scope of Boss Zheng’s surgery, it is probably not enough to just have a first aid kit.

Su Yun was also very sorry. When he saw Zheng Ren looking up, he began to percussion.

Put your left hand on the waiter's chest wall, and tap the middle finger of your right hand on the middle knuckle of your left hand, shaking the patient's chest wall, and a percussion sound came.

The sound was not too loud, but Su Yun heard the abnormality.

If he can't hear the most basic thoracic surgery physical examination, he can take a shower and go to bed.

Old He also heard something abnormal and said in surprise: "It's really pneumothorax."

As he said that, he took out his cell phone and started calling 120.

"Old He, it's best to bring your chest bottle to 120." Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.

"Tension pneumothorax?" Su Yun asked.

Zheng Ren nodded.

Diners around were watching what was happening on this side and were talking about it.

"What's wrong with that waiter?"

"I don't know, tsk, the clothes are torn open. That young man has this habit? This is considered harassment. It's in broad daylight, it's a bad habit."

"Why didn't that person fight back? The waiter can't be bullied, it's simply too much!"

Several diners with a strong sense of justice stood up and despised Zheng Ren.

The boss also walked out of it and asked with a puzzled look: "What's wrong? This is?"

"He suddenly had pneumothorax... he was very ill and had called 120 ambulances." Zheng Ren said, "Do you have a syringe?"

"My meat never gets water, so where does it come from a syringe?" the boss said angrily.

As for pneumothorax, the 120 ambulance is so far away from him, it is far less simple than filling the water, and it is straightforward.

Zheng Ren was speechless, this is so fucking!

The waiter's face became worse and worse. No matter how Zheng Ren comforted him, his breathing became faster and faster.

"Did you have a cut-out bag?" Although Lao He knew not, he still asked subconsciously.

Fortunately, Boss Zheng asked for an ambulance 120 with a chest bottle. It would be fine if the ambulance arrived in a few minutes.

After the closed drainage is in, the patient will be fine.

This is a small matter, a small matter, Lao He comforted himself.

But before I could hear the sound of the 120 ambulance, the young waiter was already weak, sweating profusely, and his lips were purple, like a fish thrown on the shore, trying hard to breathe the air.

"Calm down! Don't use this force, relax, relax." Zheng Ren anxiously comforted the waiter while looking for something to be used.

If it doesn't work, you can only buy it from the system space.

But in front of everyone, you can turn things out with your hands, which is a life-threatening one.

Zheng Ren gritted his teeth, his masseter muscles bulged high, and his face was serious.

"Mr. Zheng, what do you want?" Fan Tianshui came over and wanted to help.

"Syringe, take out air. Without a syringe, a needle is fine. If you insert it, you can get better by letting it out." Su Yun was also looking for something.

But the syringe...

The person with the syringe with him was afraid that Zheng Ren would not dare to use it for the waiter if he took it out.

If you don't work, you can only use a cleaner knife, Zheng Ren thought.

Fan Tianshui thought about it, grabbed a straw from the desk, and asked: "Mr. Zheng, is this the case? It's okay if you insert it?"

"Yeah." Zheng Ren's eyes lit up, "Go and find a knife."

"Oh." Su Yun ran to the kitchen quickly.

Fan Tianshui hesitated for a moment, picked up a straw, opened the outer packaging, and asked carefully: "Mr. Zheng, are you preparing to cut and stuff this in?"

"Um."

“Which location?”

Zheng Ren felt that Fan Tianshui said a lot today, but he still pointed to the second intercostal line of the clavicle on the left chest wall and clavicle.

Then he left his marks with his nails there.
Chapter completed!