Zheng Ren saw Vice President Yuan, Ye Qingqiu, and Lin Ge, as well as related directors, professors, and many unfamiliar faces.
There was a middle-aged woman sitting inside, looking blank. She was not grief-stricken, nor was she crying and wiping away tears. Her whole body exuded a sense of death.
She should be the child's mother, Zheng Ren guessed.
There were just too many people, and Zheng Ren saw the light red system panel among the crowd. The figure blocked the diagnosis on the system panel, so he couldn't see it clearly.
It would be difficult to accept such a big event suddenly, Zheng Ren guessed.
There was no need to go in and take a look. Zheng Ren sighed softly and turned to leave.
But after taking a few steps, I heard a panic coming from the confession room.
Most of the people inside were directors with rich clinical experience. They were not noisy or noisy, but there was a hint of... anxiety in their voices.
Uh, Zheng Ren turned around.
I saw the ICU residents rushing into the room in a hurry, apparently to get something. Her steps were a little flustered.
Something is wrong!
"Ho ho..." A slight suffocating sound reached Zheng Ren's ears. He stopped suddenly, turned around and walked back.
Separating the crowd, the people standing outside were all people from the school, and they couldn't help at all at this time.
Zheng Ren was like a tank, crushing them and running rampant.
The middle-aged woman's face was pale, her hands were covering her chest, her lips were slightly cyanotic, and she was breathing hard.
Seeing this situation, Zheng Ren's first thought was that he had coronary heart disease.
But the red color on the system panel was not the color of an acute coronary atherosclerotic heart attack. It was just slightly red, and there was a strange diagnosis on it - broken heart syndrome.
Zheng Ren didn't have time to think about it. No matter what diagnosis Big Pig Hoof gave him, he had to check it out first.
"Be careful, lay her down on the ground." Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.
The people from the Department of Circulation Medicine were not at the scene, so Zheng Ren took over without hesitation and began to direct the rescue.
Ye Qingqiu and Lin Ge looked better when they saw Boss Zheng arriving in time.
For example, when a person with white hair sends a person with black hair, most of the patient's family members will lose control of their emotions, but it is rare for direct problems to occur.
Although everyone is well-informed, they will not panic. But I felt sad and slightly depressed.
"Get out of the way," Su Yun shouted directly, separating the crowd.
Lin Yuan held the stethoscope, took off his white clothes, and spread them on the ground.
Several people helped the middle-aged woman lie down on the white clothes. As soon as Zheng Ren stretched out his hand, Lin Yuan handed over the stethoscope.
The heart rate is slightly faster, and there is a mild murmur in the mitral valve when lying on the left side.
It's not a big problem, there should be no problem with the judgment of the big pig's trotters.
Soon, the resident in the ICU ran out carrying a portable ECG. There were other footsteps in the distance behind him. It was probably a nurse rushing over with emergency medicine.
The electrocardiogram was abnormal. The patient's mother's electrocardiogram was in sinus rhythm, with ST-segment elevation in leads II, III, aVF and V4 to V6 of 0.1 to 0.3 mV.
"Myocardial infarction?" someone whispered.
"No." Zheng Ren shook his head and said, "Take a flat car and send him to the emergency department."
Vice President Yuan took a look at the electrocardiogram and suspected a myocardial infarction. But Boss Zheng said it so simply, and he didn't refute it.
Lin Ge asked someone to push the cart, and Ye Qingqiu called Director Zhang Lin of the Department of Circulation Medicine. At this time, despite Boss Zheng's diagnosis, who can never make mistakes in their lifetime? It will definitely take more technical power to join in and make judgments.
The rescue work was tense and orderly, and the rescue work was busy but not chaotic.
The ICU medical staff carried the ECG monitor and pressed it on the middle-aged woman.
The heart rate, blood pressure, respiration, and pulse all look fine. I have the most intuitive images and there are rescue medicines around me. Coupled with the fact that Boss Zheng was by his side, several hospital leaders breathed a sigh of relief, it should be fine.
"I'm sending her to the emergency department for observation. Are there any other family members? Someone from the school will follow her," Zheng Ren said.
A middle-aged man about forty years old followed Zheng Ren silently.
"you are… "
"I am Chen Li's counselor."
Zheng Ren didn't ask any more questions, these were not important. As for the condition of the patient's mother, Zheng Ren is more likely to have broken heart syndrome.
"Su Yun, is there a mobile ultrasound machine in the hospital?" Zheng Ren asked.
"have."
"Push him to the emergency department," Zheng Ren said.
For this kind of thing, Su Yun would definitely not call the echocardiography department directly. It wasn't a personal matter, so he immediately went to Lin Ge to contact the boss about what he needed.
As for why a patient with suspected myocardial infarction needs an echocardiogram, Su Yun didn't rush to ask. He would know it later during the examination.
After sending Chen Li's mother to the emergency department, Zhou Litao and his team had already prepared various rescue drugs and instruments.
But Zheng Ren shook his head and asked him to change the ECG monitoring to the one from the emergency department and lift the person to the hospital bed. There was no other treatment.
"Boss Zheng, myocardial infarction? Don't you need to give me some medicine?" Zhou Litao looked at the waveform of the ECG monitoring and asked with some confusion.
"It's not myocardial infarction. It's tentatively judged to be heartbreak syndrome." Zheng Ren sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Chen Li's mother with a blank expression on her face, and the deathly aura emanating from her body became stronger and stronger.
Zheng Ren felt miserable and didn't want to say anything more.
It would be nice if the patient's mother could cry. The emotions piled up in her heart were like huge rocks, making her breathless.
And that sadness is like a sharp knife, piercing directly into the heart and stirring it up a few times.
It hurts, it really hurts.
"What?" Zhou Litao heard a diagnosis that he had never heard of.
Broken heart syndrome? What the hell is that.
Lin Yuan was as confused as she was, but she knew it and said nothing. Although she had only been with the medical team for a few days, Boss Zheng had already established an invincible impression in her mind.
Zheng Ren didn't explain much, he just stared at the ECG monitoring machine.
Zhou Litao carefully left enough rescue medicine. Even if Boss Zheng made a mistake in judgment, there would be no problem.
Soon, a mobile bedside echocardiography machine arrived.
Also coming with him was Director Zhang Lin from the Department of Circulatory Medicine.
"Boss Zheng, is this myocardial infarction?" Director Zhang Lin asked in a low voice. She then looked at the ECG monitor and found that the ST segment elevation in leads II, III, aVF and V4~V6 was about 0.2 mV. It was suspected of myocardial infarction, but there was no It's not very serious, she has her own judgment.
Zheng Ren shook his head, stood up, pushed the ultrasound machine to the head of the bed, and began to examine Chen Li's mother.
Chen Li's mother was lying on the bed like a zombie, her eyes were empty and pale, her whole body was as soft as cotton, and she couldn't feel any muscle tone.
Director Zhang Lin knew the situation, and no one could bear to see this kind of thing where a white-haired person gave a black-haired person a gift.
But in the hospital, you have to look at something if you can’t see it.
Many things always have to be borne by someone.