Golden Time (JungYong)

39

"Seeing as you're an intern, have you observed a lot of surgeries?"

Suhyuk opened his mouth with an embarrassed expression.

"I'm only a PK[1]."

'Why do I feel sorry to him when I was forced to come here involuntarily?'

"What the heck?"

The professor, who had a cold look, quickly softened his face.

Actually he was in a situation where he had to deal with all the work, including the role of an assistant. He lifted the patient's closed eyelids to check the pupils.

No matter how the professor flashed the light from the torch in the eyes, there was no reaction from the patient.

Clearly he was in an unconscious state.

Giving a sigh, he immediately put on an oxygen mask to help the patient breathe, and then checked the blood pressure. The professor knitted his brows. He could not get any blood pressure. It was impossible to administer medication to the peripheral vein.

The criterion for severely traumatized patients worldwide is when they fall down from a place higher than 6 meters up. It was natural that the patient's body would have problems, because he fell down from a place as high as 13 meters. One has no choice but to create a route to administer the drug by using the central line[2].

Then the other patient was brought into the helicopter.

Suhyuk helped to move the patient and lay him down, and he took off his clothes and checked the status as if he were performing an assistants role.

"Professor, I can't get his blood pressure."

At his words, his face was further distorted. The condition of the two patients was serious.

The professor moved hastily. First, he applied a local anesthesia to the patient in front of him, and poured out all the stuff from the bag he had packed. Inside was a box of long length. It was a kit exclusively for central venous catheter insertion. It was composed of a long and thick needle, wire and drape, suture and so on.

The professor began disinfecting the dimple beneath the collarbone of the patient.

His eyes shone sharply and he had a point in his eyes.

He located a position to poke a long and thick paracentesis needle, which needed a skill that required a high concentration as the needle was put into the chest.

Pneumothorax[3] could have happened if the needle was slightly deflected or stretched.

Besides, they were inside the helicopter that shook the surroundings.

Even the professor, unable to balance his body and hands, was shaking.

But there was no hesitation. The needle was pierced into the vena cava precisely.

His work did not end there. He inserted a guide wire all the way through the needle.

As he wore such a serious look, his face seemed to have no expression at all.

At that moment the professor's eyes moved toward Suhyuk. He was drawing out blood in the abdomen with a syringe. Not only did he do that but he also marked off the exact location with the disinfectant to draw the C line correctly.

"You say you're a student?" asked the professor.

Because it is not easy for a student to draw blood from the abdomen as well as locate the exact position to catch the C line.

"He seemed to be in such a critical condition, so I drew out the blood first."

Moving his hands busily, the professor alternately looked at his patient and the patient Suhyuk was taking care of. The Golden Time has already passed. Five hours after the accident.