“Let me see …” Song Yan walked quickly to the old man and squatted down.

The stewardess glanced at Song Ye, and her tight face finally came loose: “Are you a doctor?”

“Well, studied medicine.”

“Then look at it.” The stewardess was anxious, and did not go to see Song Ye’s work permit, and gave her the position directly.

“What medicine have you given him?”

“Nitroside oil,” the stewardess replied quickly. “Looking at him, it looks like an acute myocardial infarction, but taking a capsule of nitroside oil, the situation has not improved.”

Song Ye listened to the condition of the man’s chest with a stethoscope, and saw that the old man’s breathing became more and more rapid. He said solemnly: “It’s not myocardial infarction, the nitroglycoside oil is useless. He is pneumothorax, the lung pressure is too high, the cabin There are no medicines that he can use in his first aid. In his case, it is best to operate immediately! “

When the stewardess heard it, she panicked directly: “We have already contacted the ground support, and it takes about thirty minutes to land. Is there any other way to relieve the symptoms now?”

“No.”

“what?”

Song Yan raised his voice and repeated again: “There is no other way than surgery. And he can’t wait for thirty minutes …”

“What to do?” A few well-trained stewardesses have lost their mind: “Is there no other way?”

“No, it’s not.” Song Yan’s brow frowned slightly, his voice condensed: “He’s running out of time. There should be no knife on the plane. Do you ask any female guest to wear a bun? If so, who? Gold pen! “

When the stewardess just understood that she wanted to act, Song Xiaoxi had handed a gold pen to Song Ye in a hurry.

“Good boy, son.”

Song Yi immediately opened the pen, squeezed the ink out, and disinfected it again with alcohol.

She hadn’t done anything with gold pen, and the stewardess on the side was already panicked and asked: “This little … Miss, you … what are you doing to him?”

Instead of raising his hand, Song Yan started to tear the old man’s shirt completely and said solemnly: “I want to pierce his lungs, first let the pressure on his lungs drop, and then give oxygen so that he can support this. thirty minutes.”

The stewardess probably understood Song’s intentions, but she was so frightened: “No … no anesthetic … just poke with a pen? Would you kill him? What if he died on this plane?”

The old man struggled painfully on the ground, his blue lips trembling, and the pain in his chest made him speechless.

Song Yuan’s original gaze shifted slightly, and he turned towards a stewardess wearing a dark blue scarf: “You should be the person in charge of the flight attendant crew of this aircraft. Without taking any measures for thirty minutes, his survival rate was zero. , His survival rate is 70%. “

The stewardess in charge fought for almost half a minute, and Matsuguchi said, “Okay, you’re up.”

Song Yan smiled with a lip: “Then let the timid person stay away from here, find a daring person to help me hold this old gentleman.”

After explaining the adults around him, Song Ye glanced back at the little guy: “Little Greek–“

The little guy had long covered his big purple grape-like eyes and turned back, saying something in his mouth: “Mummy! I know! Children can’t watch too bloody pictures!”

“Um.” Song Yan smiled attentively as his son said.

But soon, Song Yan gathered his lips up, rubbing his fingers in front of the second anterior rib of the midline of the collarbone, disinfecting the skin with alcohol, and holding his gold pen with his hand raised high.

The next second, the golden pen poked into the old gentleman’s chest.

The bright red blood splattered.

The old man couldn’t help but widen his eyes, and there was a painful choke in his throat …

“Ah …” The stewardess holding the old gentleman was splashed with blood, and also screamed subconsciously.