Chapter 1193: [1193] Caution and then more caution
Bang, bang, bang. The doctors and nurses present seed to hear the sound of their own heartbeat.
This mont was filled with tension.
The puncture needle reached a certain depth, and suddenly the needle tip slanted downward.
The movent made the nurse gasp audibly. The two male doctors observing from behind had the sa startled expression in their eyes.
Xin Yanjun’s hand, gripping the puncture needle, nearly trembled. Her ability to keep control stemd from her instinctive trust in this student as a doctor. Yes, it was Student Xie who had guided her to tilt the needle angle downward just now.
Tilting the needle at such a deep depth was akin to a small boat suddenly pivoting in a deepwater minefield—essentially a gamble of life and death in an instant. Either it navigated past the minefield into safety, or it failed to completely evade and triggered a mine, leading to an explosion.
This wasn’t a simple tilt; it was tilted downward. Everyone knew the organs below were abundant and increased the likelihood of hitting a “mine.”
The operator’s move seed almost like self-destruction. No wonder the observing nurse and the two male doctors were all alard.
Pull. Xie Wanying’s lips seed to part slightly as her hand guided the teacher’s hand to pull back the syringe plunger.
The plunger of the syringe slowly retreated, and yellow fluid flowed through the puncture needle into the syringe barrel. As the level of yellow fluid steadily rose, everyone realized the puncture was successful.
Looking back at the patient, their complexion was stable, without symptoms of dizziness, pallor, or pleural reactions, let alone any unexpected severe bleeding.
The next step for the doctors was to determine how much fluid to extract. Textbooks provide vague numbers ranging from a few hundred to over a thousand milliliters, but the specific amount must depend on the individual clinical condition of the patient.
Watching the operating doctor draw out several hundred milliliters and appear to think it’s enough, preparing to withdraw the needle, when suddenly the needle tip adjusted downward again.
This ti, the nurse let out a low cry of alarm—fortunately, the patient didn’t see or hear it.
The two male doctors’ gazes locked onto Xie Wanying’s head. Four narrowed pupils seed unsure of how to react, clearly having seen the needle adjustnt just now, orchestrated by her guiding the operator, rather than anyone else.
The angle of the adjustnt was subtle—it didn’t cause the patient discomfort. The syringe continued to pull back, drawing out another three hundred milliliters of fluid.
Those present could hear it—the patient’s breathing noticeably grew lighter and more relaxed, as if a massive burden pressed onto their lungs had finally been lifted, freeing them to take a long, relieved breath.
“Ah.” The patient expressed gratitude to the doctor on the spot, saying, “Doctor Xin, thank you, I feel so much better.”
Earlier, their chest had been tight, suffocating to the point where even nasal oxygen and intravenous drips were of no use. Only the drainage today by the doctor had finally made them feel as if they’d walked back from the brink of the Ghost Gate.
The patient’s gratitude brought great relief and encouragent to the two female doctors who operated. As for the two male observers, their expressions seed a bit complicated.
The procedure concluded smoothly.
Xie Wanying’s hand had just released from Teacher Xin’s arm when she suddenly heard a voice above her head.
“Xie, Wan, Ying.”
Who? An unfamiliar voice. How did they know her na? Xie Wanying lifted her head and saw the male doctor standing beside her.
The man was tall and thin, resembling a telephone pole. His face, unusually slender for a man, was shaped like an oval. His eyes, sharp as a scalpel, burned intensely as they pierced her face. The corner of his mouth carried a trace of disdain.
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