Tension pneumothorax, Zhao Zhaowei racked his brain searching through the medical knowledge from his textbooks. At this moment, he wanted to curse their instructor. Ren Chongda had them come for internship early, but they hadn't attended any lectures on diagnostics, internal medicine, or surgery, only scanned through textbooks, and the impression wasn't deep, not being able to distinguish the knowledge points clearly.
Teacher Ren was "mean," intentionally having them come early to scare them, and indeed he succeeded in scaring him to the point of tears.
"What should we do now, Yingying?" Zhao Zhaowei asked again.
Hearing their conversation in the car, the two traffic cops who were driving broke out in cold sweat and asked, "Can you handle this?"
"Don't worry!" Those two words, Xie Wanying said to everyone.
At this time, no matter what, a doctor couldn't reveal their weaknesses, or else everyone would collapse mentally.