The overall quality of 912 medical staff is very high, and this is even more obvious during emergency situations.
In an instant, a sterile drape was spread on the floor, and the circulating nurse helped Mao Zhi lie down on it. Connected to ECG monitoring and measured blood pressure first.
Because the ECG monitoring machine could not print out an ECG, I still used a portable ECG machine to do an examination.
Nothing is wrong. The electrocardiogram is very standard and there is nothing wrong with it.
However, it is also possible that it is a prodromal symptom, which is just a transient reaction. Regardless of whether it is, first take nitroglycerin sublingually.
Taking a small amount of this thing once and eating it will not harm the person. I would rather kill the wrong person than let it go.
Mao Chi felt that the ground was a little cold, and the temperature in the constant-temperature laminar flow operating room seemed to be constantly dropping.
"Cold," he whispered.
The circulating nurse immediately took a sterile gown to cover Mao Zhi's body and comforted him a few words.
Dr. Zhou placed the electrocardiogram sheet 30cm in front of Mao Chi's eyes, allowing him to see his own electrocardiogram with his own eyes.
These old directors all have a problem. They think that others can't treat doctors, and only they are the best.
Moreover, after working in clinical practice for a long time, you will subconsciously suspect that you are sick and the people around you will lie to you.
Only if he sees with his own eyes that the leads are installed on his body and there are no abnormalities in the electrocardiogram produced, it will probably be better.
Sure enough, after reading the ECG, Mao Chi breathed a sigh of relief, and the pain behind his sternum disappeared.
He carefully recalled the feeling just now, it shouldn't be wrong. Sudden onset of severe and persistent squeezing pain in the retrosternal or precordial area is a very typical symptom of myocardial infarction.
If everything is fine, I must first check for a coronary CT after I go down... No, I'd better just do a coronary angiography. Make sure it's not blocked, otherwise Mao Chi won't even dare to sleep.
If he fell asleep, he would offend someone.
How about sleeping in the department for a few days and having ECG monitoring every day
Mao Chi didn't find it troublesome, and it was a good idea. Regardless of anything else, I must not "die young".
Then, another thought came to his mind—could it be that the fish bone got stuck in the esophagus and then hit the aorta, causing aortic dissection
This one is even scarier!
Mao Chi felt that the ground was getting cold again, and frost had begun to spread around him.
How the hell can I catch up on everything
"Director, are you feeling better?" Dr. Zhou asked in a low voice.
"You send the patient back, I will lie here for a while." Although Mao Chi suspected that he had a myocardial infarction or aortic dissection, he did not lose his mind and remained calm.
But this calmness was only what Mao Chi thought. He completely ignored the fact that he was still lying at the door of the air-tight door of the operating room.
He was lying here like an obstacle. How could a flat car run over him
Let's focus on Director Mao Chi first, and don't let anything big happen in the operating room.
Regardless of whether it is needed or not, or whether the blood oxygen saturation is 99%, hang up the oxygen bag first. Then one by one the phone calls were made, and the flat cart rolled in. Several people were busy holding the flat cart on the platform.
A leading professor from the Vascular Department ran up and took a look at Director Mao's condition, and felt a little relieved.
When I received the call, I thought Director Mao was dying.
I ran all the way, and when I came up, I felt like my lungs were on fire. After calming down and taking a look, Director Mao's electrocardiogram monitor showed sinus rhythm. Is there no problem at all
Is the director hysterical? However, the professor in charge did not dare to say this. Director Mao is now older and rarely gets angry. A few years earlier, my temper was not very good.
These old surgical directors all have bad tempers. In the past, some patients would get into fights even if they took off their white clothes.
"I want an echocardiogram." Mao Chi whispered.
Although the professor leading the group had some doubts, he could not say what the director said. At this time, he would rather trouble than ignore it.
The flat car stopped in the corridor of the operating room and was not pushed back directly.
When Zhang Lin, the director of the circulatory department, came and took a look at the electrocardiogram and listened to the heart sounds, and it was clear that everything was fine, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Go directly to the CT room... By the way, is the ultrasound here?"
"Director, please wait a moment, soon, soon." said the professor leading the team.
"Director Mao, what disease are you considering?" Director Zhang Lin asked.
"To rule out aortic dissection, first take a look with echocardiography, and then go to the CT room with rescue medicine without returning to the department." Mao Chi presided over his own rescue as if he was presiding over a major emergency rescue.
It doesn't matter if you check one, at least you can rest assured.
The thoughtful Professor Zhang also stepped down from the stage and came to Mao Chi's side, waiting quietly.
More than ten minutes later, the bedside ultrasound machine was wheeled over. Coupling agent was applied to the chest area, and Mao Chi felt that the blood vessels in his heart had begun to shrink, as if they were about to burst in the next second.
He glanced sideways at the cuff blood pressure, which was 130/85MMHG, heart rate 82 beats/min, sinus rhythm, absolutely fine.
Feeling more relaxed.
"Director Mao, what do you feel uncomfortable about?" the doctor doing the ultrasound asked.
"Retrosternal, precordial area."
The probe was pressed down and an image appeared on the screen.
The corridor, which had been a little noisy just now, suddenly became quiet, and Mao Chi suddenly had a bad thought.
If nothing happens, someone will come up and make fun of me, saying that I am making a fuss out of a molehill. This is what I should do. What I fear most is not that others will laugh at me, but that I will be silenced at the same time.
This kind of silence is all too familiar to Mao Chi!
There must be something special going on, and it's not just an ordinary thing!
However, Mao Chi had already been prepared. He took a deep breath to calm down his mood, and then slowly moved his head to another angle to look at the ultrasound screen.
Glancing at the screen, Mao Chi almost fainted.
Irregular blood flow could be seen at the edge of the descending aorta. Although he did not study echocardiography deeply, Mao Zhi could still tell that it was - aortic dissection!
"Go to the CT room first and do a scan." Mao Chi's voice was a little trembling, but he remained calm.
This is a critical time. Once the descending aortic dissection ruptures, even being in the operating room is useless!
If it breaks, people will be gone.
The big-hearted Professor Zhang simply ran away and went to find Zhao Yunlong. This kind of emergency rescue can only be done by someone like Zhao Yunlong who is young and strong.
There was still no one to push the cart for the time being. The professor in charge of the vascular department took out antihypertensive drugs from the first aid box and asked Director Mao to take them orally to control the blood pressure to prevent it from rising due to emotional excitement.
At the same time, the circulating nurse took a cuff blood pressure.
160/110 mm Hg, blood pressure is rising!
Take the time to check. If there is a problem, go straight to surgery. It is too late to do angiography. It can be done intraoperatively.
Someone began to report the matter to the medical office, and someone pushed a flatbed truck.
Mao Chi felt the flat car moving, and his mind became a little clearer. He whispered: "Come to Boss Zheng, now! Now!"