"It's okay, give me another 150mg." Zheng Ren's voice came from the intercom.
"Open the isoproterenol faster! Adrenaline, give it intravenously."
Professor Zhong's words seemed to open a box, and Zheng Ren began to issue orders one after another.
Most of the people in the operating room were at a loss.
This is the weakness of specialized hospitals.
Patients from all over the country flocked to the hospital, and specialized hospitals in the imperial capital were overcrowded. It is normal to pick and choose, and those who are in poor condition or suspected to be at risk are sent to general hospitals such as Union Medical College.
But once a patient encounters this situation, it can be dealt with more simply. For complicated cases, you can only ask experts from outside the hospital for consultation, surgery or even transfer to another hospital.
However, there are also benefits to doing this, that is, it greatly improves efficiency. After all, there are still general hospitals like Xiehe and 912, so what are you afraid of
Dean Lin looked around and asked in a deep voice: "What does Professor Zhong mean?"
"The metabolic half-life of Codalone is relatively long. Boss Zheng used the drug to the maximum limit and the dosage was still large. Professor Zhong was afraid of postoperative problems." A director whispered.
After all, he had the intercom on, and he wasn't a circulation professional. If he was really scolded by that harsh assistant, could he still scold him back
I won’t talk about demeanor, the key is to avoid being scolded.
To be honest, if there are any side effects or usage of the medicine that I don't know about, it won't be a slap in the face if people tell me.
Regardless of her youth, how about the Affiliated Hospital of Teito Medical University? There is a bullet in the body and I can't find it! In the end, it was Boss Zheng who had to solve the problem alone.
That time I was alone, this time I came with a whole team...
Dean Lin looked at the electrocardiogram that was pulsing like the sea surface blown by a typhoon, and he still quite agreed with Boss Zheng's approach.
Patients are like this, so they can use whatever they need. When a person dies on the operating table, there is no need to worry about the accumulation of drugs.
That's something that living people have to consider whether it's good or not.
Moreover, looking at the electrocardiogram, it was completely chaotic. The heart rate dropped to about 40 beats/min, and then rose to over 160 beats/min.
Many times, Dean Lin suspected that his heart was about to stop, perhaps due to the effects of drugs or the pacemaker. Anyway, the patient's heart rate was faltering and refused to fall, barely maintaining it.
People in the operating room dare not even take a breath, for fear that if they sneeze, the patient's heartbeat will stop.
"Two minutes and 12 seconds." Su Yun said suddenly.
What does it mean? The people outside listened with tears on their foreheads.
On the screen in the operating room, Boss Zheng's basket catheter has captured the PICC tube, but he did not pull it out, but rubbed it little by little.
The screen showed clearly that the basket catheter was advancing with difficulty. This was the location where the PICC tube and the right pulmonary artery had severe intimal adhesion.
If the right pulmonary artery is removed by force, the person will be dead once the right pulmonary artery is torn.
But looking at the fluctuations in the patient's electrocardiogram, everyone hoped to pull out the damn PICC catheter in the next second.
Zheng Ren was also anxious, but he must not mess up his operations.
The patient's heart was beating wildly, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. Zheng Ren felt that the patient's tricuspid valve was moving, which was constantly affecting his operation.
Feeling, adapting, Zheng Ren subconsciously thought about these two words. He let his whole body go straight, and used his hands to manipulate the catheter in a subtle way, adapting to the violent beating of the heart and the interference of the tricuspid valve.
In an instant, Zheng Ren's surgery soared.
If it was only 150APM at the beginning, it jumped to 300APM in just an instant.
And this is not the limit, the data climbs rapidly with no end in sight.
After Lin Yuan was briefly stunned, and after the operation was almost affected by the rapid and subtle rotation of the catheter, she began to cooperate with Boss Zheng attentively.
It's just that the speed is really fast. In one second, Boss Zheng made countless movements, turning and changing the direction of the catheter to prevent it from being touched and affected by the beating of the heart and the switch of the tricuspid valve.
In the blink of an eye, Lin Yuan felt that his hands were a little numb and numb, and his speed reached the limit.
Although she is just an assistant, she knows that her hand speed is much slower than Boss Zheng's and she can meet the requirements.
But even so, she felt that she was overwhelmed.
Boss Zheng can't be underestimated, nor can it affect the operation. These are the only thoughts in Lin Yuan's mind.
With his eyes blurred and his hands constantly making small adjustments, Lin Yuan could barely keep up with Boss Zheng's rhythm.
Time goes very slowly, and days are like years, which is indescribable. From Lin Yuan's perspective, every minute and every second seemed like a year had passed.
Before the operation was completed, Lin Yuan felt that he was already much older.
"3 minutes and 22 seconds."
Su Yun's voice came, a little anxious and hasty.
Lin Yuan was surprised why Su Yun was still counting the time during this kind of emergency rescue.
But this had nothing to do with her. Her hands were numb, and she felt that her movements had slowed down significantly.
Maybe it's not that the hand speed has slowed down, but that time has slowed down under the influence of the theory of relativity.
"Isopropyl kidney, please go faster." Zheng Ren said.
"Well, Lao He, take five more shots of adrenaline." Su Yun said.
A row of syringes was placed at Su Yun's hand, and Lao He automatically gave up the task of pushing medicine.
His hand speed was not as fast as Brother Yun's. At this time, Su Yun's movements seemed to have begun to appear ghostly to Lao He.
The air in the operating room was stagnant, and only the monitors and ventilators were alarming frantically, seemingly without stopping.
"Four minutes and 31 seconds." Su Yun said solemnly.
"The time may have to be extended." Zheng Ren said softly.
"I try my best."
Su Yun didn't joke or talk nonsense, but told Zheng Ren in a deep voice that he would try his best to maintain the patient's heartbeat.
At this time, if there was no pacemaker, the patient's heartbeat would have stopped long ago.
But even with a pacemaker maintaining the last glimmer of life, dangers often arise.
Start pushing epinephrine and pumping a lot of isoproterenol and dopamine.
All drug dosages have exceeded the limit.
The electrocardiogram fluctuated more and more violently. Even after Su Yun reported the number of 5 minutes, through the leaded glass, he saw him getting the defibrillator and starting to adjust the voltage.
With a pacemaker, it is almost impossible to use a defibrillator.
The moment they saw the defibrillator, everyone outside was stunned.
Lao He continued to push the medicine, while Su Yun narrowed his eyes and stared at the ECG monitor.
"alright!"
After an unknown amount of time, Boss Zheng's deep voice came from the intercom.
The image of the PICC catheter quickly receded, and everyone suddenly felt relaxed.
"I'll go...Boss, you told me to hold on for 5 minutes, but you took 5 minutes and 34 seconds!" Su Yun's voice came out briskly from the intercom.
"Thank you for your hard work," Zheng Ren said.
Soon, the fatal PICC catheter was withdrawn and the operation was declared a success!
Boss Zheng turned around and tore off the sterile gown.
The airtight lead door opened and Zheng Ren walked out.
"Boss Zheng, thank you for your hard work." Dean Lin came up to greet him and said politely.
"Don't worry, the dosage of medicine is too large. Observe for half an hour and send to ICU after stabilization." Zheng Ren walked into the operation room, tore off the lead coat and threw it on the ground.
Like a warrior's armor, the lead garment hit the ground with a thud.
Severe... This is another word that Dean Lin is unwilling to face.
"Boss, I have reduced the amount of isopropyl kidney." Su Yundao said.
"Slow down, take your time, don't be in a hurry." Zheng Ren sat on the chair, a little tired. But the hands on his legs were still steady.
He stared straight at the ECG monitoring screen in the operating room without blinking.
10 minutes later, Su Yun walked out.
"Boss, look, it's okay." He said easily.
"After a while, the heart rate is still a little unstable." Zheng Ren said softly.
"You asked me to use such a large amount of medicine. Do you know that my hands are shaking when I push Cordron?"
"Know."
"How did you know?"
"Your hands are shaking, which is interfering with my surgery."
"roll!"
Everyone, including Dean Lin, was completely relaxed this time. Boss Zheng was joking with his assistant, which meant that the alarm had been lifted.
In the operating room, Xie Yiren began to tap the instruments while Lin Yuan bandaged the patient's puncture point and went to the next door to take off the lead clothing.
Dean Lin pretended to see the patient. At this time, Lao He was still standing on the side of the patient's head, paying close attention to the changes in all indicators.
He also kept a few bottles of epinephrine and other rescue medicines in front of him to avoid any eventuality.
Dean Lin and Lao He said a few words and then saw Lin Yuan coming back.
The front and back of Lin Yuan's isolation suit were completely wet with sweat, and the green isolation suit turned dark green. Dean Lin felt distressed when he saw it.
He clasped his hands behind his back, pretending to pass by Lin Yuan accidentally, and asked in a low voice, "Are you tired?"
Lin Yuan raised his hands, which couldn't help but tremble, "Hey, my hands are trembling."
"What's going on?" Dean Lin asked in surprise.
"Boss Zheng operates too fast. To coordinate perfectly, my hands have to keep up." Lin Yuan said proudly.
The operation just now... Dean Lin was sweating profusely. Is there so much micro-operation? It sounded really scary, but standing outside, I couldn't see any details.
Boss Zheng's technical level is already so high that he can't understand it
Dean Lin felt a little heavy.
If this is the case, the possibility of calling Lin Yuan back is getting lower and lower.
He glanced at the patient's ECG monitor and saw that the heart rate gradually dropped to 110 beats/min. His mood calmed down and his attention returned to Lin Yuan.
Especially when he saw Lin Yuan's isolation suit soaked with sweat, Dean Lin felt distressed.
But there are some things you can't say in front of others.
He walked around with his hands behind his back and walked out.
"Boss Zheng, how long will it take for things to stabilize?" Dean Lin asked.
"It's almost done now." Zheng Ren sat on the chair, "Dean Lin, if your ICU's technical strength is not enough, find someone to look at it for two days."
“…”
Although this is true, it would be too bad to say it in front of so many people.