After watching Director Mao, Lao He returned to the anesthesiology department. It is impossible not to accept emergency surgery as long as there are no major problems.
What's more, Director Mao is young, in good physical condition, and in critical condition. He is considered a "standard" emergency patient.
While returning to the department, Lao He reported to Director Xu.
This kind of thing is like this. If you disturb someone's dream in the middle of the night, you will definitely be scolded. But if he doesn't call, Director Xu will probably happily give him a meal the next day.
Why is this life so miserable? Lao He felt helpless.
Sure enough, it was reported that Director Mao of the Department of Science and Education needed emergency surgery. Director Xu was just unhappy and said a few "uh-huhs" to indicate that he knew, and then hung up the phone.
Let's wait to send the patient, Lao He is waiting for you.
Although it was just acute appendicitis and all that was needed was epidural anesthesia, Lao He did not dare to take it lightly.
He carefully searched for the rescue medicine and then checked the machine before he felt relieved.
I haven't had very good luck in this life, so Lao He is used to being careful.
Recalling the scene when he and Boss Zheng went to Nanyang and the Affiliated Hospital of Imperial Medical University, Lao He was a little happy and almost whistled.
When will Boss Zheng be able to start his own business? If that were the case, just follow the past, and your life would be so beautiful.
Even if I have to squat in the operating room every day, I am still willing to do it.
Soon, Director Mao was sent, and Lao He prepared to give Director Mao an epidural anesthesia.
Director Mao's condition was very bad, his reaction was slow, and his nerve reflex score was very low.
"Old Wu, why do I feel something is wrong?" Lao He did not rush to anesthetize, but waited for Professor Wu to come up and asked.
"What's wrong?"
"She can't move. I asked her to turn over, but she didn't move." Lao He looked at Director Mao with some worry.
"It's infection and toxic shock." Professor Wu also felt very innocent. He sighed and lowered his voice and said: "4... 5 hours ago, I suggested emergency surgery and had to hold on. The result was a perforation. If it hadn't been for the nurse and If the doctor discovers it in time, it may not be what happens tomorrow."
Lao He frowned, missing Boss Zheng very much.
He always felt that something was wrong about this matter today. Maybe it was because he felt too comfortable playing with Boss Zheng, and he felt uncomfortable with someone else.
Unable to delay, Lao He could only give Director Mao an epidural anesthesia with the assistance of Professor Wu and the resident general.
The surgery went smoothly and the appendix didn't hide naughtily.
It turned out that he was overthinking, and Lao He let out a sigh of relief.
Under endoscopic examination, the appendix was severely perforated, and it took a lot of effort to cut out the appendix and treat the infection in the abdominal cavity.
After sending Director Mao back, Lao He breathed a sigh of relief.
Another patient with chest trauma came in. Lao He had no time to think about it and hurriedly went to anesthesia.
It was a very busy night, and I didn't sleep until about 6 o'clock in the morning.
After all the work was done, Lao He took a sip of water and calmed down. I am still old. When I first started working, I could have an operation overnight and still play basketball the next day.
But now I really can’t keep up mentally.
Feeling slightly uneasy, Lao He went through the patients who had been treated that night from the beginning.
Logically speaking, nothing is wrong.
It was because he was too preoccupied. Lao He sighed, lay down and tried to squint a little, and then went home after his shift. It was a pity that there was no boss Zheng on stage during the emergency surgery at night.
As soon as he lay down, before he could close his eyes, his cell phone started ringing crazily.
Lao He's heart trembled, and his hunch might have come true.
He quickly picked up his phone and took a look. It was the special needs ward.
He hurriedly answered the call, "Hello?"
"Dr. He from the anesthesiology department?" It was a girl's voice, probably a nurse in the special needs ward.
"What is wrong with me?"
"Professor Wu asked me to call you for emergency consultation."
"What happened?"
"Director Mao is incontinent," the nurse said in a low voice.
“…”
Lao He's mind buzzed.
What appeared in his mind was that epidural anesthesia puncture damaged blood vessels, compressed the spinal cord, and caused paraplegia of both lower limbs of the patient...
Suddenly jumping up from the bed, Lao He felt his vision blurring and almost fell to the ground due to postural hypotension.
After putting on his clothes haphazardly, Lao He ran all the way to the special needs ward in the shortest possible time.
The atmosphere was depressing, and the nurses in the corridor who were changing dressings for patients were all silent and in a hurry.
Lao He rushed to Director Mao's ward and saw Professor Wu, his face as heavy as water, undergoing a physical examination.
Director Mao was sobbing, as if he couldn't bear such a big blow, and he was already in a state of confusion.
During Professor Wu's physical examination, no matter what he said, she seemed unconscious and uncooperative.
In fact, there is no need for her to cooperate. The reflexes of both lower limbs are extremely weak. This is an objective fact.
Professor Wu glanced at Lao He and took half a step back.
Lao He still refused to believe it, so he did a physical examination himself.
Sure enough, both lower limbs were paraplegic!
Consider it a thoracolumbar problem.
Not to mention that the person who is paralyzed is the director of the Science and Education Department of this hospital. A good patient is paraplegic when he is said to be paraplegic? There's no explanation for this, it doesn't make sense anywhere!
Lao He's face turned pale and his hands began to tremble.
"Lao He, let's go and do a CT scan with you." Professor Wu did not add insult to injury. Now the two of them are like grasshoppers tied together.
Even if it was determined to be an anesthesia problem, Professor Wu was still doomed.
Let’s make a clear diagnosis first, and then… we’ll talk about the rest later.
Lao He nodded.
With an intravenous drip, Director Mao was sent to the CT room.
When the image appeared in front of his eyes, Lao He's legs went weak and his vision went dark.
There is an obvious space-occupying change in the 8-9 section of Mao's chest.
Because it was epidural anesthesia in the lower abdomen, Lao He clearly remembered that he chose the needle inserted at the chest 12-lumbar 1 position.
Where did it really hit, causing hematoma and compressing the nerves
Professor Wu also saw the film and shook his head. He breathed lightly, patted Lao He on the shoulder, and led someone to send Director Mao back.
Lao He sat in the CT room in despair for a while, his mind confused.
He didn't think anything, he just sat on the chair in a daze.
The doctor in the CT room knew Lao He. He came out after finishing his work, patted Lao He on the shoulder and sighed.
"Lao He, go back and have a rest. The chair next to me is cold. You... pay more attention to your health."
Old He Muran.
"Would you like to take a break in my duty room?" Seeing that Lao He was in a bad state, he asked again, fearing that something might happen to him.
Lao He sadly smiled bitterly and said, "I'm fine, just take a rest."
Another emergency patient came for CT. He didn't have time to comfort Lao He anymore, so he turned around and went to work.
Lao He felt depressed.
I just hugged Boss Zheng’s lap, why did such a big thing happen...
Boss Zheng
Lao He suddenly remembered that honest smiling face.
Ask
He shouldn't think that his level is poor.
Do not ask
For such a big thing, what if there is a turn for the better
Lao He struggled for nearly a minute before picking up the phone and dialing.