What Is a Professional

"The patient didn't regain his autonomic heartbeat."

The white-haired old man half-squatted in front of an old man who was no younger than him with a pale face. He kept pressing on his chest.

He had already used the AED and couldn't recover the heartbeat. Now, he could only rely on chest compressions to maintain it.

"How long before we can land? Contact the airport in advance and prepare an ambulance."

The younger doctor spoke calmly to the flight attendant and then to the old man.

"Let me do it. You can watch over me."

The white-haired old man didn't try to show off. External chest compressions consumed a lot of stamina. In the beginning, he was more experienced. Coupled with the fact that he was the first to use AED, it was definitely better to have a younger one now.

At this moment, a young man hurriedly came to the old man's side and asked anxiously,

"Doctor, how's my great-uncle?"

"The situation isn't good. Although we intervened in time, the plane hasn't landed yet. We don't know if we can make it in time. Moreover, the AED has already failed. The location might be more dangerous this time."

If the patient could receive timely interventional treatment for myocardial infarction, the postoperative effect on the patient would not be much. However, it would be troublesome if it was pulmonary artery embolism caused by thrombosis in the lower limbs.

The old doctor's words made the young man even paler.

What should he do!

"Why don't you let me try? I'm quite confident in the first-aid method of chest compressions."

However, at this moment, a voice came from the side. Other than the doctor who was giving treatment, everyone else looked over.

It was a very young-looking man. No one would doubt that he had better stamina, but no matter how one looked at it, it was hard to believe that he had more experience and technique.

But the white-haired old doctor nodded anyway.

"This friend and I are not professional thoracic surgeons. We don't participate in first aid much, but we do have some first aid techniques. If you're from the nursing department, it's indeed more suitable."

Extrathoracic compressions and CPR were the most commonly used first-aid methods. The medical staff must have mastered the technique, and even the flight attendant herself had relevant training.

This was because the golden resuscitation time for cardiac arrest was only four minutes. This was also the reason why sudden cardiac arrest resulted in death 80% of the time. If it exceeded eight minutes, one would definitely die without first aid. Even if they were resuscitated, it would cause irreversible nerve damage.

If you saw someone unconscious on the road and called an ambulance and waited at the side, if the unconscious person had sudden cardiac arrest, by the time the ambulance arrived, he could almost be declared dead.

At this time, even if you broke his ribs because of an unprofessional technique, it was better than doing nothing.

The law stipulated that emergency measures such as CPR for patients with cardiac or respiratory arrest in public did not require a medical license, and ordinary citizens could also participate in the rescue.

The old doctor knew that there was a huge difference between mastering techniques and using them frequently. He would not underestimate Wang Yi just because he was young.

At this time, a young male nurse was more useful than a famous doctor.

The doctor's study time and learning time was obviously long, so the man in front of him was indeed more likely to be a rare but precious male nurse, or a medical student.

If he was a medical student, he would not have the courage to say such words at this time.

The middle-aged doctor, who was still maintaining the pressure and performing CPR twice every 30 times, had sweat on his forehead.

Although he did not divert his attention to look at Wang Yi, he could still hear him. He spoke as he did so.

"Then come over. After I'm done with this set, you can take over. We'll maintain our stamina and take turns to hold on until we get off the plane. If the airport is prepared in advance, there's still a chance."

Wang Yi nodded and went to a suitable position beside him to take over.

After the middle-aged doctor let go, Wang Yi took over.

However, when they saw Wang Yi reach out his hand, the expressions of the two doctors beside him changed.

Wang Yi pressed his thumb on the patient's chest with one hand and quickly measured it a few times. Then, he quickly tapped it with one hand.

His actions were pleasing to the eye and rhythmic, but how could he act so recklessly when a human life was at stake?!

"You…"

However, before they could finish speaking, the patient suddenly opened his eyes and started breathing on his own.

"Holy shit!"

This change made the two of them shudder.

Was there a mistake? What kind of operation was this?

"You're awake? Don't move. Continue lying down."

Wang Yi released his grip and reminded the patient. It was better to wake the patient up first than to waste time talking nonsense. This was more convincing than anything else.

He also knew the human body well enough and relied on the control of a Grand Knight to carry out physiotherapy.

The force penetrated several key nodes of the fluctuation and thrombus resonance without injuring the heart.

It could be considered as alleviating the patient's symptoms and restoring his autonomous heartbeat.

However, his heart rate was still chaotic and his illness had not improved.

There was even a risk that his heart would stop again.

"I'm only temporarily alleviating his symptoms. I still need the two of you to judge. There should be emergency medicine on the plane."

Wang Yi stood up to let the air flow more freely.

Previously, when the patient was in a coma, the medicine was not effective.

"The patient is awake. Use 300 mg of aspirin. Place a nitroglycerin tablet under his tongue. Lie him still and maintain oxygen supply."

Although the old doctor was so frightened by Wang Yi that he almost had a heart attack, he still calmly gave a suggestion. In the end, the middle-aged doctor carried it out.

Now that the patient had woken up, although he was still in danger, he was much better than before.

Now, as long as they landed in time and sent him to the hospital in time, there would be no problem.

When the situation calmed down and the middle-aged doctor was watching the patient, the old man finally had time to turn around and say to Wang Yi with emotion.

"The younger generation really surpasses us. In the beginning, you almost sent me away with those two moves. What kind of technique is this? Is it Chinese medicine?"

The old man's face was filled with curiosity.

Wang Yi's few moves just now were clean and neat. It was pleasing to the eye and had the elegance of martial arts. This made the old man involuntarily think of something.

Although there was controversy in many places, traditional Chinese medicine was still widely recognized in the areas of massage, bruises, acupuncture, conditioning, and so on. It was still internationally recognized.

The old man knew that for Chinese medicine, whether it was brainless bragging or brainless hating, it was too extreme. He had to look at it rationally.

"Uh, a witch doctor."

Wang Yi laughed dryly, but since the problem was solved, he did not stay any longer. It was better to leave this place to the professionals.

As for the gratitude of the patient's family, he could just listen to it. No one would save someone just to receive gratitude.

Sometimes, it was fine as long as he was not extorted…

The old man glanced at the patient and the middle-aged doctor, who were both relatively stable, and hurriedly followed Wang Yi to continue speaking.

"I'm Song Tianming, the chief physician of the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery of Guangzhou Hospital. Where did you graduate from? Are you working? Are you interested in coming to our hospital?"

Song Tianming did not know Wang Yi's other standards, but just based on his previous first-aid skills, he was a top talent in the field of medical care!

Nowadays, the medical industry was becoming more and more specialized. As long as one could master one area, it would be enough.

Wang Yi went to the front and brought back an old man who was chattering behind his butt. This scene made Zhang Min and the fat producer in their seats widen their eyes.

Did he succeed?

They had also heard the exclamation from the front, but they did not expect it to be this guy's credit.

They had also heard the old man's words. The chief physician's social status was very high, and it was a large hospital like Guangzhou Hospital.

Nowadays, it could be said that this kind of large hospital was recruiting more and more people. The other party's direct invitation was enough to show the other party's status in the hospital and how much they valued this young man.

Wang Yi originally wanted to casually deal with it, but then he remembered his previous plan. It seemed necessary to get to know some people in the medical field.

A chief physician who could fly around on a plane must have some connections.

"Director Song, you flatter me. Actually, I'm in the research and development of drugs. We might have to deal with each other in the future."

At the very least, the game company still had a shell and finished product. There was not even a trace of medicine, but it did not stop Wang Yi from saying that.

Such an answer really caught Song Tianming off guard. What kind of magical excuse was this?

Drug development?

An image of a big hammer hitting the patient's chest appeared in Song Tianming's mind. Then, he quickly shook it off and sighed regretfully.

"Alright, looks like you don't like our small temple. If you change your mind in the future, you can look for me at any time. This is my business card."

Song Tianming handed a business card to Wang Yi. After saying goodbye, he returned to the front to help check on the patient's condition…