The flight attendant took Li Qingyu to a compartment in front of the cabin. Because the space here was slightly larger, the director had been moved here.

Now Li Qingyu already knows that the director's name is Xing Enming, and the white doctor is Sieger, a PhD and professor at the School of Medicine of Hopkins University in the United States.

At this moment, Xing Enming was lying in the narrow aisle. His shirt had been taken off, his upper body was exposed, and a plastic sign pen tube was inserted on his chest, and blood kept flowing out of the pen tube.

Professor Sieger, Dai Anmin and Qiao Jingyan both knelt beside Xing Enming, and their faces were not very good-looking. Professor Sieger's face and the collar of his chest were covered with blood.

The director's wife also knelt on the ground, but she was a little excited and kept saying, "What are you all standing there? Get started to save my husband! You save him! You just said you can do it!"

"Sorry, madam, we have tried our best." Professor Sieger said to the woman, speaking Mandarin in Mandarin, which is very unstandard, but it is okay for people to understand.

The expression on the woman's face became even more desperate, and she shouted out of control: "You said you could save my husband, but now you said you have tried your best. What you mean by doing is to insert a pen tube into my husband's heart and then watch him die? You are murder! You are paying for my husband!"

The woman was so excited that she actually wanted to pull Professor Sieg.

Sieg shook his body, avoided her hand, and said anxiously: "Don't make trouble! I have really tried my best. This is on the plane, and the conditions are limited, and I can't do anything! If it is in the hospital, your husband can save his life."

"You nonsense, my husband died because of your wrong treatment. If you didn't insert such a pen tube into his chest, he would definitely not be able to do anything! You killed my husband..."

The woman was scolding Professor Sieg with some loss of reason, and a clear voice suddenly came from her ears: "His handling is correct. Your husband's life is in danger, it's not his fault!"

Dai Anmin and Qiao Jingyan looked up and saw Li Qingyu. So Qiao Jingyan immediately got up and wanted to introduce the situation to Li Qingyu, but saw Li Qingyu wavering at her and said, "No need to say, I can guess it roughly."

When Li Qingyu left the cabin, he scanned his spiritual sense and found that the middle-aged man's heart ascending aorta was damaged and he might have to undergo surgery. Now seeing the pen tube that was bleeding from Xing Enming's chest, and looking at the blood on Professor Sieg's face and clothes on his chest, he could roughly guess what happened.

It must be that Xing Enmingsheng's aorta ruptured, causing the continuous increase in chest pressure and endangering his life. In order to reduce chest pressure, Professor Sieger stabbed a pen tube into Xing Enming's chest cavity without other medical devices, and released blood and lowered blood pressure.

The blood in the chest suddenly found the release port, and of course it would spurt out instantly. Professor Sieg could not dodge so naturally he sprayed it on his face and the clothes on his chest!

There is no doubt that Sieg's technique is very bold. Ordinary doctors dare not use this method at all. After all, it is too unconventional. If the patient cannot be rescued, the patient's family may seize this point and hold the doctor accountable, just like Xing Enming's wife now!

However, this method is very effective in reducing intrathoracic pressure and can shortly extend the lives of the injured. If it is on land, it is probably possible to keep the injured to the hospital. However, it is on the plane, and it is still a plane that has a problem and may crash at any time. Therefore, Xing Enming couldn't insist on returning the plane and went to the hospital for surgery!

Li Qingyu thought about this and felt a little fond of Professor Sige, so he said something for him to stop Xing Enming's wife from catching Dr. Sige. However, although Li Qingyu was talking to Sige, Sige's eyes were still a little unfriendly when he looked at Li Qingyu!

He had just said that Xing Enming was helpless, but Dai Anmin and Qiao Jingyan still insisted on asking the flight attendant to notify Li Qingyu, which was obviously distrust of him!

When he learned that Li Qingyu was actually a professor, he despised the professor review mechanism of China. It was ridiculous. Such a young guy could even be named a professor? He bought it for money, right? I heard that this is quite popular in China.

Li Qingyu naturally noticed Sige's eyes, but ignored it and didn't think much about it. He said to him directly: "Although your method is correct, it is still too conservative. He should have surgery immediately!"

Sieg felt that Li Qingyu was a little funny. He pretended to understand. He was slander and his face couldn't help but look even more ugly. He probably felt that he couldn't express his meaning in a bit bad Chinese. This time he said directly in English: "Work in China, you are just a Chinese medicine doctor. How much do you know about Western medicine? I am a doctor of medicine from Hopkins Medical School. You don't need you to give me some advice! You may have some attainments in massage, but you think you are better than me about how to treat such serious injuries? Of course, I also know that he needs surgery, but here is on the plane. How to operate? Not to mention other surgical equipment, I don't even have a scalpel!"

Li Qingyu's favor for Sig was reduced a little, and he frowned slightly, and said in fluent English: "The situation is critical. Do you know how to use a pen tube instead of a diversion tube, so why don't you know how to use other knives instead of a scalpel?"

"Can the shaving blade be OK?" A flight attendant next to her blurted out, probably because she was anxious.

Sieg immediately said angrily: "Idiot! I have never heard of a shaver that can replace a scalpel! I don't have this ability and refuse to do such an operation!"

"I didn't say I'll do it, I'll do it!" Li Qingyu said decisively.

"Wu Lai! You are just a Chinese medicine doctor. Who gives you the qualification to perform surgery?" Sige roared at Li Qingyu.

"Who told you that Chinese medicine cannot have surgery? Traditional Chinese medicine also has surgery! And it is not worse than your Western medicine!" Li Qingyu said politely.

Sieg was too lazy to pay attention to Li Qingyu and said to Xing Enming's wife: "If he wants to perform surgery on your husband, it is the real murder. I have never heard of traditional Chinese medicine that can perform surgery on people!"

Xing Enming's wife heard everything Li Qingyu and Sige's words just now, and she immediately said to Li Qingyu: "No! You can't perform surgery on Old Xing here!"

Li Qingyu glanced at the middle-aged woman and said happily: "Okay, I respect your opinion. But I have to remind you that if your husband undergoes surgery now, he is at least 50% likely to survive, but if he does not undergo surgery, he will be 100% dead! In another ten minutes, he will die due to excessive blood loss!"

Qiao Jingyan next to him was a little anxious and quickly said to Xing Enming's wife: "Sister, on the one hand, there is a 100% death, and on the other hand, there is a 50% chance of survival. What are you hesitating about? Do you still need a choice? Let me tell you, don't look at Dr. Li as young, he is a professor at our Jin Jiaotong University! He is a miracle doctor in Jinhai City!"

"Hmph!" Sieg snorted coldly and said sarcastically: "No one can fool you better than Chinese traditional Chinese medicine doctors. If you cure an appendicitis, you can also be called a miracle doctor!"
Chapter completed!