On the system panel in the upper right corner of Zheng Ren's field of vision, the words "Aortic dissection aneurysm (type I)" were written boldly in blood.
Aortic dissection aneurysm refers to the blood in the aortic cavity entering the aortic intima from the tear of the aortic intima, causing the intima to separate and expand along the long axis of the aorta to form a state of true and false separation of the aortic wall.
Mainly common in high blood pressure and arteriosclerosis, it is a critical illness with a probability of occurrence of one in 100,000 or 200,000.
Although the probability of labeling is extremely low, it is not uncommon in hospitals.
With a population of several million in the city, dozens of people suffer from the disease every year, so aortic dissection aneurysm-related clinicians are afraid of it.
In Haicheng, this disease... has no cure.
As for the provincial capital, patients with Type I aortic dissection have little chance of survival even after surgery.
Because this is the largest operation in cardiothoracic surgery besides heart transplantation, even heart transplantation is not as complicated as the operation for type I aortic dissection aneurysm.
Zheng Ren's heart rate suddenly rose to 122 beats/min. He immediately stood up, held the back of the seat with his hands, and quickly moved to Cui Heming's side.
Cui Heming was sweating profusely, a little anxious, and his face was pale, like a fish that landed on the beach, breathing heavily.
"Quiet, be sure to keep quiet." Zheng Ren said in a deep voice, "Don't be nervous, I'm here."
Cui Heming stretched out his hand and grabbed Zheng Ren tightly, like a drowning man grasping at the last straw.
"Miss flight attendant, I'm a doctor. Is there a place where I can lie flat?" Zheng Ren asked.
The flight attendant was frightened when she saw Cui Heming's appearance.
She had never seen a person look so terrifying, and she was at a loss for ideas. When Zheng Ren asked, she subconsciously pointed to the first-class cabin in front and said, "The chairs on that side should be as flat as possible."
"Please go and get ready. I'll comfort him before going over."
Zheng Ren knew that the most taboo thing about aortic dissection and aneurysm was to suddenly sit up or stand up.
Sudden changes in blood pressure may cause the aorta to completely tear.
And once the aorta is torn... there is no chance of rescue!
"Cui Heming, do you know who I am?" Zheng Ren looked into Cui Heming's eyes and asked seriously.
"You are Doctor Zheng." Cui Heming's lips were trembling, and beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead and temples.
"You don't need to say anything. My medical skills are very good. Please trust me, okay." Zheng Ren said.
This sentence is just a psychological hint. But at this time, those who can say such things are responsible people.
Cui Heming felt very uncomfortable, but holding Zheng Ren's hand gave him a sense of security.
The helplessness that night, the praise from the old professor at Imperial Hospital, the pennant in his hand, and the thanks from the patients outside the emergency building of the City No. 1 Hospital were all the cornerstones of this sense of security.
He nodded hard.
"Please relax, don't be nervous, I'll carry you to the front to lie down for a while." Zheng Ren's hand squeezed Cui Heming's hand hard, giving him a sense of trust that he could trust, and then shouted loudly: "Miss flight attendant, may I ask? Is there a stretcher?”
"Yes, yes." the flight attendant said quickly.
There were stretchers on the plane, but most people had never seen them.
No one hopes they will have the chance to see it.
"Su Yun, help me!" Zheng Ren's voice was soft but firm and commanding.
Su Yun didn't take off his headphones until then and looked back.
He still didn't know what happened and was a little confused. But Zheng Ren's words had a clear commanding meaning, and the aura of a superior doctor was vividly displayed.
Su Yun didn't have time to figure out what happened, so he immediately assisted the flight attendants in carrying the stretcher to Cui Heming's side.
"Relax, relax, breathe normally, don't take deep breaths." Zheng Ren said softly, as if a psychiatrist was hypnotizing the patient.
Zheng Ren once taught himself some psychology tutorials, and now he couldn't help but use them.
I just hope Cui Heming's blood pressure doesn't rise due to stress.
Once the aorta ruptures...
The man is finished!
I don't know whether it was Zheng Ren's psychological suggestion that had an effect, or whether it was related to the infinitely charming attributes given by the system mission. Cui Heming's breathing gradually became calmer, and his face became less ugly.
Only the intermittent severe pain continued to stimulate him.
A minute later, Zheng Ren judged that Cui Heming's condition was still stable, and carefully helped him onto the stretcher.
Arriving in first class, the flight attendant had already folded an empty seat as flat as possible.
"What happened?" asked a passenger in first class.
Zheng Ren glanced at it and saw that it was a middle-aged man who was taking an old man with terminal lung cancer on the plane.
"High blood pressure and some minor problems. It's okay." Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.
Seeing Cui Heming's condition, the man immediately came to help.
The blood pressure when lying down is relatively more stable than when sitting, otherwise Zheng Ren wouldn't take such a big risk.
It's just that the conditions on the plane are indeed limited, so we can only try to make Cui Heming as comfortable as possible.
"Is there a blood pressure monitor?" Zheng Ren asked.
The middle-aged woman had already taken out a portable blood pressure monitor from the first aid kit. Su Yun immediately took it and began to measure Cui Heming's blood pressure.
"I don't see anything right. What disease do you think it is?" After lifting Cui Heming to a chair and lying down, Zheng Ren was pulled aside by the middle-aged man and asked in a low voice.
"Aortic dissection, type 1." Zheng Ren's lips moved slightly.
The middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed and became serious.
"Who are you?" Zheng Ren asked, staring at the first aid kit he carried.
"I am Xia Hua, a doctor at the Thoracic Surgery Department of the Second Hospital of the Medical University." Xia Hua stretched out his hand.
Zheng Ren also stretched out his hand, shook it, and said, "Haicheng City No. 1 Hospital, Zheng Ren. Do you have any medicine at your place?"
"There are oral antihypertensive drugs, but no intravenous pumps or intravenous drugs." Xia Hua was a little embarrassed.
"As long as you have it, beta blockers and vasodilators, double the dosage orally. Are there any analgesics?" Zheng Ren took on the responsibility of directing the rescue without hesitation.
Xia Hua was startled. This tone... seemed to be the director of his own department.
It seems that Zheng Ren is only in his twenties and less than thirty. Where does he get this kind of confidence
Not to mention being on a plane that was short of doctors and medicines, even in the cardiothoracic surgery ward of the Second Hospital of the Medical University, he was not sure that the patient in front of him could be rescued.
This kind of confidence... is really inexplicable.
However, Xia Hua did not speak. Instead, he went to the first aid kit he carried and took out betaloc, nitroglycerin and analgesics. He asked the stewardess for a bottle of water and gave it to Cui Heming.
"Blood pressure 195/125." After taking the blood pressure, Su Yun came to Zheng Ren and whispered.
No one made any noise, for fear that a certain sentence would irritate Cui Heming and cause his blood pressure to continue to rise.
Zheng Ren felt cold in his heart.
With such high blood pressure and without intravenous drug pumping, as time goes by, every minute and every second, Cui Heming may die directly.
"Miss flight attendant, I want to contact the tower." Zheng Ren grabbed the arm of the flight attendant who was about to report the situation to the captain, and said calmly and without refusal.