It was Brother Cao's voice.
Her memory was pulled back to the scene four years ago in an instant.
Under the wobbly and dim yellow light bulbs, an ambulance rushed over, and a patient with a ruptured aortic aneurysm was almost misdiagnosed.
It was she who helped him save the patient at that time. So, he knew where her best was. He believed that she could do it, but he was even more afraid that she would faint because of it.
Cao Yong's deep eyes fell on her face, almost motionless, revealing a deep sense of solemnity.
Brother Cao's eyes passed over, and her brain felt as if three feet of freezing water had been poured on her mind.
If she couldn't get her head back to normal, Senior Brother Cao would definitely call her off the operating table more resolutely than Brother Immortal.
Cao Zhao was also aware of this, Mo Yan rolled his eyes, needless to say what he wanted to say: just like this younger brother, in the future he will only be more ruthless than when he was a teacher.
Xie Wanying stopped decisively with the hand that was pressing on the child's heart.
Seeing the opportunity, Cao Zhao pulled out her hand, and put his own hand in to continue the chest compressions instead of her.
Time passed by second by second.
Ten minutes of heart compressions passed, and Hope was getting smaller and smaller.
This time, Cao Zhao, who was pressing his heart, was about to sweat again.
"Stop pressing it."
When these three words suddenly sounded, everyone was shocked.
Just look at the person who said this is the classmate Xie who never gave up no matter what he said before.
You, little junior sister—Liu Jingyun frowned sadly, these words are not like what a little junior sister would say.
Ok. Cao Yudong and Ye Sujin, the wealthy couple, pondered in unison. Unlike the others, the two of them could tell that the tone of the words was not that of a doctor about to give up on a patient.
"How do you say?" Cao Zhao asked her, who didn't stop pressing immediately, probably also heard some signs.
"Do reperfusion." Xie Wanying's voice returned to that extreme academic calmness, "re-block the ascending aorta, continue to perfuse the heart with warm blood cardioplegia with a ratio of 4:1 and half potassium, and then open the ascending aorta." Aorta."
What is the solution? Never heard of it? Lin Hao looked at Pan with question marks in his eyes.
"It's the second infusion of warm blood and cardiopulmonary arrest." The chief surgeon said.
Problem Myocardial protection has been done during the operation, and it stands to reason that such a problem should not occur. Secondary perfusion of warm blood is the resuscitation rescue method adopted when myocardial protection fails during the operation.
Another possibility is that the child's heart muscle may be relatively thick. Whether this is judged by Xie's "excellent" eyesight depends on verification.
Any conceivable rescue method must be tried.
Immediately follow her advice. The ascending aorta was clamped to stop, and the reconstituted cardioplegic solution was injected into the heart. The blood temperature adopts normal temperature blood of 37 degrees.
After completing the above steps, the surgeon prepares to open the ascending aorta again to clamp life and death.
Snapped. The chief knife passes through the round hook of the hemostat with two fingers, and releases the chuck.
Gasps sounded from inside and outside: It seems that the little heart didn't show a miracle and jumped up
Sure enough. Cao Zhao's eyebrows were drawn to wipe solemnly, and his hands were about to go in for heart compressions.
"Defibrillation, 20 joules." The student on the opposite side sounded a decisive instruction tone again, faster than him, took the electrode plate handed over by the nurse with both hands, and placed it in the ventricular wall of the bottom and apex of the small heart.
20 joules? !
Thank you for being so brave!
Twenty is the maximum energy, if it doesn't work, the doctor may have no way out.