Chapter 7: Airway Puncture Technique

  Ordinary hospitals don't know how to treat Xiao Yu, but traditional Chinese medicine has its own set of acupuncture methods.

  Suddenly, Xiao Yu thought of himself because he didn't like medicine, so the medical equipment left by his grandfather was never used by him and never carried on his body.

  Xiao Yu looked worried, and suddenly he saw the flight attendant carrying an emergency kit, and asked in a hurry: "Is there an acupuncture needle in the first aid box?"

  "No!" said the flight attendant after thinking for a moment.

  Xiao Yu's eyebrows were tightly locked when he heard the conductor's response.

  Everyone around looked at Xiao Yu with eager eyes, and when they saw Xiao Yu frowning tightly, everyone's heart tightened. An old man next to him, who was also tense, hastily asked: "Young brother, can my grandson be saved?"

  "Is that so! Can this kid be saved or not?" The two ticket inspectors and the passengers outside the door all asked in unison.

  Looking at Xiao Yu's furrowed brow, Wei Jun fell into deep self-blame. At that time, he only thought of Xiao Yu as a doctor and felt sorry for the child, so he didn't think carefully and asked a question impulsively. It wasn't until Xiao Yu just asked about acupuncture needles that he remembered Xiao Yu studied traditional Chinese medicine. In his impression, traditional Chinese medicine should be about doing acupuncture to treat waist and leg pain, writing prescriptions, and grabbing medicine. For this kind of emergency rescue, they shouldn't be very skilled. Although the old man said that if it couldn't be cured, he wouldn't pursue it, but looking at the old man's and child's clothing, it seemed that they weren't from an ordinary family. If Xiao Yu couldn't save them, and the old man had a bad temper, maybe he would even find trouble with Xiao Yu.

  "That... that doctor, doesn't have acupuncture needles, will injection needles do?" Seeing Xiao Ye hear that there were no acupuncture needles, he furrowed his brow and asked timidly.

  "Xiao Zhang, don't talk nonsense. The needle for acupuncture and the needle for injection are not the same thing." One of the police officers on board said to the flight attendant with a stern face.

  At this time, Xiao Yu's brain was rapidly turning over, thinking of a plan. Suddenly hearing the flight attendant's words, Xiao Yu had an epiphany and his heart leaped with joy. His tightly furrowed brow relaxed as he thought to himself: "Right! I remember my grandfather saying that in such situations, you can perform a 'tracheal puncture'!"

  "Quickly, find a large needle over there, and some gauze, disinfectant, hurry..."

  The people around saw that Xiao Yu had already furrowed his brow, preparing to start the rescue, and they were overjoyed, discussing in a flurry: "It looks like he can still be saved, it's good if he can be saved, such a small child is too pitiful."

  The conductor hastily opened the first-aid kit and put it in front of Xiao Yu, while the people around him held their breath and watched with tense faces as he saved the person.

  At this time, the child was just delayed for a while, and his hands and feet were gradually weakening. Everyone's face was tense, wondering if he could be saved.

  Wei Jun was even more tense, rubbing his hands anxiously, afraid that if something went wrong, he wouldn't be able to save him and would end up killing him. He had just harmed Xiao Yu two days ago, causing him to be hospitalized, and now if he got Xiao Yu into trouble again, Wei Jun didn't know how he would face Xiao Yu's mother.

  The old man, the child's grandfather, was even more red-eyed and pale-faced. He had originally only taken the child back to their hometown for a family visit. On the way back, the child wanted to eat peanuts, who would have thought that something like this could happen? If the child really disappeared, he didn't know how he would explain it to the child's parents and relatives.

  Xiao Yu didn't dare to slack off at this time, gently prying the child's hand open and making a gesture to the old man to grab the child's hand.

  Then, with his hand on the child's neck, he felt for the location of the foreign object, used a cotton swab to apply some medical iodine to quickly disinfect the area, and then picked up an injection needle.

  Then, with her fingers on the child's neck, she felt for the airway below the lodged object. With her left hand holding the position in place, she inserted the needle into the airway below the object with a slight breakthrough feeling, estimating that the needle had entered the airway, and quickly stopped.

  Everyone curiously watched Xiao Yu's movements, and after seeing him insert the needle and stop, it wasn't long before the child inhaled a thread of air through the needle at the nape of his neck. His weak breathing gradually grew stronger and faster.

  Xiao Yu put his ear to the tip of the needle and heard a faint whistling sound as air passed through, Xiao Yu knew he had succeeded. He took out some gauze, dipped it in physiological saline solution, and wrapped it around the tip of the needle to prevent dust from entering and the airway from drying out.

  As the air entered, the child's breathing gradually stabilized, and the purplish color on his face faded away. Seeing that the child was getting better, the people around him finally put down their worries a little bit.

  Xiao Yu wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his heart slightly relaxed. To say he wasn't nervous would be a lie - this was Xiao Yu's first time practicing medicine to save someone's life. Of course, prescribing cold medicine in the antique city clinic didn't count; even a junior nurse could do that.

  Although I now have Zhong Kui's memories and rich experience, this is my first time directly handling it. And today's events, to be precise, shouldn't be considered traditional Chinese medicine; these are emergency rescue techniques.

  It's all thanks to my grandfather that I understand these things. He had taught me a lot of first aid knowledge before, and I remember him saying: "First aid is a series of methods that prioritize saving the patient's life, even if it means exchanging one injury for another or using poison to counteract poison. The goal is always to save the patient's life or extend their lifespan until conditions are available for proper treatment." My grandfather also said that if it were possible to save someone's life by amputating an arm in a situation where there were no other options, then one should do so without hesitation. That's what first aid is all about - prioritizing the preservation of human life above all else. Other minor details can be ignored.

  After five minutes, the child's breathing had stabilized and the purplish hue on his face had faded. The aura of death around him was gradually dissipating, and Xiao Yu cut off the thread of life and death.

  Seeing that the child has obviously recovered, everyone let out a sigh of relief and secretly thought: "This kid is really lucky! He even managed to save his life like this."

  The old man was so grateful that he didn't know what to say, and just kept shaking Xiao Yu's hand with all his might. Xiao Yu quickly told him to call an ambulance to take them to the hospital as soon as possible.

  "Go on, you little scamp!" Wei Jun exclaimed excitedly, patting Xiao Yu's shoulder.