Soon, it was dawn.
But the bright morning light outside the window could not erase the haze in Zhao Wenhua's heart.
The patient's condition is still not good and can only be regarded as makeshift.
After a while, the director will make rounds and make treatment suggestions for the patients. Based on Director Kong's character, he would definitely recommend transferring to thoracic surgery for thoracoscopic exploration and hemostasis.
Zhao Wenhua was very conflicted. If he persisted, he could still bear it. But the basis of this operation is that the patient will get better and better. If you imagine that the pressure in the chest is high, but you can't stop the blood vessels from bleeding...
He didn't dare to think about it anymore.
These things are really difficult and confusing.
Forget it, leave it to fate.
As time passed, the hustle and bustle of daytime gradually appeared in the corridor. Doctors and nurses go to work, change clothes, and see a circle of patients at the front line of shift change.
Zhao Wenhua just sat numbly in the ward, looking at the numbers on the monitor in a daze.
Unconsciously, after several hours, the high pressure on the monitor had changed from 80 mmHg to 70 mmHg.
It was just that the decline was relatively slow, and Zhao Wenhua gradually accepted this reality and did not discover it at the first time.
Boiling a frog in warm water is basically similar to Zhao Wenhua's current situation.
Zhao Wenhua did not participate in the shift handover, and he did not even know about it. For people in their forties, after staying up all night, their reactions slow down and many things can only be done instinctively.
During the ward rounds, he still sat on the stool and looked at the monitor.
Director Kong led people to check the ward. As soon as he came in, he saw Zhao Wenhua looking exhausted and looking at the monitor eagerly.
When Zhao Wenhua did not attend the shift handover, Director Kong suspected that something was wrong. When talking about this patient during the shift, Director Kong deepened his judgment.
After coming in, seeing Zhao Wenhua like this, he basically didn't run away.
Director Kong came to check on the patient's condition, but he didn't say anything in front of the bed. He just nodded and turned around to go out.
Director Kong's examination of the subsequent patients was very rough and he basically passed them hastily. After all, interventional surgery is minimally invasive. Fever, nausea, vomiting, and pain are all normal reactions for patients after surgery, and emergencies such as bleeding are rare.
The professors under him also responded to the changes in the condition, and Director Kong did not need to comment too much.
He returned to the office and saw Zheng Ren and Su Yun waiting for him at the door. He smiled and said to Dr. Shen, "Call Professor Zhao to my office."
After saying that, he opened the door and went in.
"What's going on?" Director Kong sat down and asked with a smile.
"Director Kong, Dr. Mehar from Sweden wants to go to the airport this afternoon. Who in the hospital will pick him up?" Zheng Ren didn't say anything. It was Su Yun who asked.
"Vice President Yuan will lead the team, let's go together." Director Kong said.
Zheng Ren felt that the momentum was a bit loud and he was not used to it.
In his mind, he should pick him up by himself, and arrange it in his own hospital bed or in a special ward when he comes back. He should seize the time to complete the operation, seize the time to tell Dr. Mehar about the progress of the operation, and see what the old doctor has to say. idea.
But it is basically impossible to live in an ordinary room with your own hospital bed. At least it's a special ward, or maybe some other place I couldn't think of.
Zheng Ren felt embarrassed just to be greeted with great fanfare.
But since the courtyard has such an arrangement, I can't jump out and make irresponsible remarks. If that were really the case, I probably wouldn't be able to survive.
Seeing Zheng Ren's forced smile, Director Kong said, "Sit down and talk."
"Boss Zheng, this matter is at your level, so you don't think anything of it. But the hospital still takes it very seriously. After all, Dr. Mehar is a leading figure in the treatment of heart disease and a Nobel Prize judge. There is a person with considerable weight." Director Kong said: "If you don't pay attention to it, I'm afraid it will have a bad impact."
Zheng Ren thought to himself that if there was an accident during the operation, there would be bad effects.
But he just cursed in his heart and did not say it.
"Young man, you must learn to accept it." Director Kong said, "This is also the hospital's love for you. No one can guarantee that there will be no accidents during surgery. If Dr. Mehar is in Sweden and you fly there for the surgery, it will be fine. Son. But when you fly to our 912 for surgery, the hospital also has to bear corresponding responsibilities and obligations."
Zheng Ren smiled, what Director Kong said was true.
Just as he was talking, Zhao Wenhua knocked on the door and came in, holding the patient's film in his hand.
"Xiao Zhao, what's going on with your patient?" Director Kong leaned back on his chair with a serious expression, completely different from when he was talking to Zheng Ren.
"Director, I did it yesterday..." When Zhao Wenhua came in and saw Zheng Ren and Su Yun there, he felt disgusted. I was originally planning to tell Director Kong directly that the patient should be transferred to general chest surgery. But when he saw Zheng Ren's honest face, he changed his mind for no reason.
He introduced the condition once and finally repeated it twice. The patient is now in stable condition.
"The drainage is 800ml. The closed tube is now in a closed state. Is it still stable?" Su Yun couldn't help but sarcastically said.
With a background in cardiothoracic surgery, he is extremely sensitive to the amount of chest closed drainage. Furthermore, it is also particularly sensitive to the patient's cough. It can even be used to determine how much phlegm is there, its location, and how much force should be used to push the thick phlegm out through the patient's cough.
Closing the tube means that there is too much blood in the chest and all of it is drawn out at once, which will cause mediastinal flutter and possibly cardiac arrest.
"The patient's blood pressure has stabilized." Zhao Wenhua said coldly.
"Is it stable? Why didn't I see it?" Su Yun had just heard Zhao Wenhua report his medical history and had already judged some clues.
Zheng Ren also judged this way, and also judged Zhao Wenhua's lucky mentality. Can this matter pass by luck? It's possible, but not very likely.
He pondered for a moment, recalled the previous film, stood up silently, and pulled Su Yun away.
Director Kong felt relieved, Boss Zheng was sensible and would not cause trouble to himself. Please advise Zhao Wenhua. If there is a problem, solve the problem. How did this guy do it? Why are there so many problems with recent surgeries and medical treatments
"Xiao Zhao..."
While Director Kong was talking to Zhao Wenhua, Zheng Ren and Su Yun left the office and walked to the ward.
"Boss, that guy Zhao Wenhua is a coward." Su Yun said contemptuously.
"Let's go see the patient before we talk." Zheng Ren said calmly and in a low voice. He had a judgment in his mind about the patient's condition and went to take a look just to get confirmation from the big pig's hooves.
Entering the ward, Zheng Ren took a look at the patient. The several diagnoses given on the system panel are basically what you can imagine. There was just a diagnosis that clarified my suspicion that the right 10th intercostal artery was ruptured.
it is as expected!
It's not ordinary venous bleeding, but a ruptured intercostal artery!