After Zheng Ren rushed in, he saw Chang Yue lying on the ground with one hand forward as if to grab something.
She was wearing pajamas, and the skin of her exposed hands and wrists was flushed, and red maculopapular rashes could be seen. Because he was lying prone, the wheezing sound was low and rapid.
The system panel was so red that it was dripping with blood. A bright diagnosis on it made Zheng Ren's heart sink to the bottom - anaphylactic shock!
Without a systematic diagnosis, the three people present could tell at a glance that he was suffering from anaphylactic shock. Su Yun turned Chang Yue's body over. Zheng Ren held the phone in his hand and dialed 120 for emergency help while shouting: "Where is the blade you used for training?"
"Bedside table!" Su Yun's voice was hoarse, the veins in his neck were full, and the veins on his forehead were exposed. He used all his strength to say the word "bedside table."
As he spoke, he opened Chang Yue's mouth and took a brief look to make sure there were no foreign objects or large amounts of secretions.
Then he put one hand on Chang Yue's forehead, pinched her nostrils with his thumb and index finger, and held her chin with the other hand to tilt her head back as much as possible to keep the airway open. Then she took a deep breath and opened her mouth to close Chang Yue's mouth. around.
As Chang Yue's chest lifted, 1.5" later, Su Yun raised his head, took a deep breath of oxygen, and performed another artificial respiration.
After taking the second breath, he raised his head, relaxed his grip on Chang Yue's nostrils, turned his face to the side, and put his ear between Chang Yue's mouth and nose.
A sharp whistle sounded.
Laryngeal edema, respiratory tract spasm, and respiratory obstruction.
Xie Yiren felt Chang Yue's pulse and immediately said quickly: "The pulse is thin and fast, and the blood pressure is estimated to be around 70."
Su Yun's black hair fluttered slightly in front of his forehead, and his eyes stared at Chang Yue, faintly bloodshot. However, he did not speak. He took a deep breath again, and then performed artificial respiration according to the previous steps.
With the introduction of fresh oxygen, the color of Chang Yue's cyanotic lips began to ease slightly.
After 6 artificial respirations, Zheng Ren ran in.
Sterile blade in hand, ready to make a tracheotomy. Although there is no other equipment, this can only be done in an emergency. One more second is all it takes, as long as the ambulance arrives.
Fortunately, Su Yun usually practices surgery at home. Even though the equipment has bacteria, it is still better than without.
Zheng Ren knelt on the left side of Chang Yue's body, staring at her system panel.
"Yiren, look at the elevator. Emergency people will come up directly. Don't waste time." Zheng Ren said calmly.
The Xie people did not nod or speak, but turned around and ran away. One slipper fell off, but she didn't notice.
Her little white feet stepped on the floor, then turned around and disappeared. She called the elevator as fast as she could.
Chang Yue's blood pressure continued to drop, and over time she developed symptoms of profuse sweating and a rapid pulse.
When the red color of the system panel reaches its peak, it immediately begins to turn white.
At the same time, Zheng Ren used his left index finger and middle finger to slide along the rib arch to the intersection of the two rib arches to find the substernal notch.
Then place the index finger and middle finger horizontally above the substernal notch. The middle of the sternum above the index finger is the compression area.
He placed the heel of the other hand next to the index finger on the middle and lower 1/3 of Chang Yue's sternum, then removed the positioning hand, overlapped the heel of the palm on the back of the other hand, and raised the fingers away from the chest wall.
With his elbow joints straightened, Zheng Ren's shoulders are centered above Chang Yue's sternum. Keep his shoulders and hands vertical and press down with force, with a depth of 5 to 6 centimeters and a pressing frequency of 100 to 120 times/minute.
Zheng Ren could feel the toughness of Chang Yue's sternum and continued to make subtle strength adjustments on his own to avoid side injuries such as sternum fractures. Zheng Ren, who has mastered the touch, no longer presses violently, and his rescue methods are qualitatively different from before.
Time passed bit by bit, and every second seemed like a year had passed.
The color of Chang Yue's system panel did not continue to fade. With the efforts of Zheng Ren and Su Yun, it could barely maintain the most basic blood oxygen supply.
Zheng Ren was doing chest heart compressions and listening attentively.
In addition to the wheezing sound between Chang Yue's mouth and nose and Su Yun's heavy, panicked breathing, he was listening to the sound of the 120 ambulance.
So damn slow! Zheng Ren cursed fiercely in his heart, it was time to run over here!
At this time, it was only 1′12″ away from him calling.
Zheng Ren felt that the vision in front of him was a little pale, and he suddenly felt that his arms were numb and heavy.
He knew that with his physical condition, this situation would not occur for half an hour to an hour if he performed chest cardiac compressions. It is caused by being too nervous, causing the body to secrete excess adrenaline and glucocorticoids.
It was like a new doctor coming on stage and his movements were stiff. He didn't expect that a veteran doctor like himself would be like this.
While maintaining a chest compression rate of at least 100 times per minute, Zheng Ren took a deep breath of air to calm down.
He glanced at Su Yun. Su Yun's face was pale and the corners of his lips were trembling slightly. He was also trying to suppress his emotions and not lose control.
As the sound of the 120 ambulance sounded in the distance, Zheng Ren suddenly remembered something. The community hospital was downstairs. If he went directly there to get the emergency medicine, he should be able to arrive 1 or 2 minutes earlier...
Before he could regret it, the Xie people had already ran in. She held the first aid kit in her hand and said loudly, "Adrenaline?"
"Adrenaline 0.5 mg intravenously!" Zheng Ren felt reassured when he saw that the beautiful woman was thinking of moving in front of him.
Xie Yiren opened the first aid kit, filled the medicine bottle, extracted the epinephrine, and disinfected the area. Hit the nail on the head, and the epinephrine was injected into Chang Yue's veins.
"Dexamethasone 10mg, intravenously."
"Epinephrine 0.5mg was injected intravenously again."
"Leave an intravenous channel in place and administer intravenous epinephrine," Zheng Ren said.
"Dopamine, intravenous push."
As footsteps came from the door, Zheng Ren shouted loudly: "Did you bring the albuterol?"
"Boss Zheng, here!"
Tang Haitao trotted in, carrying an emergency first-aid kit in one hand and a bottle of salbutamol spray in the other.
"Promethazine, intramuscular injection."
"Dexamethasone, 10 mg, intravenously."
Zheng Ren observed Chang Yue's changes, mainly deciding the next rescue measure through the color feedback of the system panel.
Adrenaline and glucocorticoids entered the blood circulation, and soon the sound of Chang Yue's airway spasm became much softer.
The heart returned to its own rhythm, and Zheng Ren took his hand away from her sternum.
ECG monitoring was installed, and the values showed that Chang Yue's blood pressure was slightly low, 80/40MMHg, blood oxygen saturation 90%, and heart rate 122 beats/min.
ECG showed sinus tachycardia.
Fortunately... Chang Yue was sprayed with albuterol. Seeing that her breathing difficulties were further relieved, Zheng Ren let out a sigh of relief.
"stretcher."