Chapter 1289: 【1289】Suffocation
What does that expression on the class leader’s face an? Xie Wanying blinked, possibly having to ponder this question.
In fact, after knowing the class leader’s identity, she had thought that the class leader could entirely return to the neurosurgery departnt at Xuanwu Hospital to advance his career. This was because he had the advantage of having an uncle who was the dean. Xuanwu Hospital is also a renowned third-level hospital. In the future, if the class leader stayed at Xuanwu, with his connections, his career would surely develop smoothly. However, Li Qi’an said that the class leader only wanted to follow Senior Cao because Senior Cao had saved his mother’s life.
Couldn’t the neurosurgery departnt at Xuanwu Hospital save the class leader’s mother? Although not as famous as Guoxie’s neurosurgery departnt, being a departnt in a third-level hospital, their skills shouldn’t be too bad. It only ant that the class leader’s mother probably contracted a very difficult disease, so he could only seek out Senior Cao to resolve the complex issue.
“What do you think it is?” Xin Yanjun overheard their conversation and turned to ask the two surgical interns.
Being a respiratory physician, they might know sothing about thoracic illness, but they would inevitably have limited knowledge of neurological injuries. In the dical field, different specialties can feel like different worlds.
“Teacher Xin, it’s an occipital foran herniation, also known as a cerebellar tonsillar herniation. The cerebellum is adjacent to the dulla oblongata, the life center, and the cerebellar tonsils are located just below the cerebellum. With pressure from a posterior cranial fossa hematoma, the cerebellar tonsils herniate through the occipital foran, compressing the dulla. The dulla in this area connects with the spinal cord.” Xie Wanying provided so pointers to the nearly overwheld Teacher Xin, whose mind seed blank due to anxiety.
With the student’s straightforward explanation, Xin Yanjun recalled the relevant dical knowledge, and for a mont, her mood worsened.
“Is it really an occipital foran herniation?” Xin Yanjun’s voice was filled with anxiety and worry.
Xie Wanying used the flashlight to check Sister Seo’s mastoid region.
The anatomical term “mastoid” doesn’t refer to the breast area; its full na is the mastoid process of the temporal bone, found behind the human ear, and can be felt as a rounded protrusion. One characteristic of a posterior cranial fossa hematoma is that ecchymosis can appear on the mastoid.
Seeing with her own eyes the bruise illuminated by the student, it was as if Death God was wielding a scythe, causing Xin Yanjun to nearly lose her breath, as if suffocating.
In reality, the one who might truly suffocate would be Sister Seo. The dulla relates to human respiration; with severe pressure here, the injured person would soon experience respiratory arrest and then the heart would cease to beat.
Xie Wanying’s fingers were continuously touching Sister Seo’s nostrils, feeling her breath.
Very weak, Cheyne-Stokes respiration appeared again.
About to cry. Really about to cry. Because under this circumstance, they definitely needed to perform surgery imdiately. Any further delay, and Sister Seo’s life would be at risk.
Xin Yanjun, with trembling hands, picked up her phone and called back to her hospital.
“Hello.” The person at her hospital, not knowing what was happening on this side, asked who it was.
“Get the surgical departnt,” Xin Yanjun said.
“Is that Doctor Xin? The patient you went to pick up isn’t doing well, and you need to consult a surgeon, right? Please hold on.” The nurse on the other end recognized her voice and ran to the ergency departnt to get a surgical doctor to take the call.
Soon, Li Chengyuan picked up the ergency departnt’s phone: “Hello, what patient are you talking about?”
Xin Yanjun’s mouth trembled several tis, unable to make a sound, as if tears were swirling in her chest, making it difficult for her to speak. Speak about a colleague on the brink of death here.
“Speak up, why aren’t you saying anything?” Sensing that sothing was wrong on the other end, Li Chengyuan anxiously said, “Xin Yanjun, talk, say whatever you need to.”
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