Yasui entered the operating room, still shaken.
If Wu Ting hadn't stood up for him today, he really would've been in a world of trouble. That bald guy was clearly not someone to be trifled with. Once inside the operating room, Yasui finally managed to calm his nerves.
Looking at Wu Ting at the operating table, he felt a pang of guilt.
At the operating table, Wu Ting and Dr. You began the surgery.
They placed the patient in a semi-recumbent position with his hands behind his head, then performed routine disinfection and draping.
The anesthesiologist stepped in and injected a local anesthetic at the incision site. Once the area was anesthetized down to the parietal pleura, they began an exploratory needle aspiration.
Sure enough, just as Wu Ting had predicted, there was both fluid and gas!
'It really is a pneumothorax and hemothorax.'
Yasui stood to the side, filled with admiration. 'To make a diagnosis with just palpation, auscultation, and percussion... he's incredible.'
