Zheng Ren didn't expect so many flash lights to light up at the same time outside. He raised his arms to block his eyes.
Behind him, Su Yun had an elegant and warm smile like a spring breeze on his face. Although his black hair was pressed into a sterile cap, it was ready to move.
More than a dozen microphones were stretched out, and before Zheng Ren had time to respond, the reporters started asking all kinds of questions.
But no one had finished asking, and Zheng Ren heard panicked voices.
Then there was a pop. He blocked the light of the flash with his hand, squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound.
A man knocked down the camera next to him, causing machines and people to fall to the ground.
Security personnel immediately separated the surrounding crowd to prevent a more serious stampede.
Zheng Ren glanced at it and saw a red system panel. He immediately separated the microphone in front of him with his hand and strode over.
The man lying on the camera kept twitching, and his hands were stiff and tightly stretched, like chicken claws.
"Flatcar!"
"oxygen!"
"G!"
Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.
912 medical staff are used to facing sudden changes because it is part of their daily work. I just didn't expect that Boss Zheng would "accidentally" win the Nobel Prize and encounter such an emergency situation when he came out of the operating room.
The surrounding reporters and cameras were all excited!
This colleague is really good at things. Nobel Prize winner Boss Zheng walked out of the operating room. This was equivalent to a field interview, which was a very touching thing in itself.
But if we could record Boss Zheng doing cardiopulmonary resuscitation, it would be equivalent to filming a scene of soldiers charging under a hail of bullets. The playback effect would definitely be different!
All the cameras turned their lenses, and the flashes silently released lightning, making the operating room white.
After a brief moment of astonishment, Director Kong immediately prepared what Zheng Ren had just said together with the nurses in the operating room.
The oxygen bag was quickly taken out and the person was laid down on the marble floor.
Su Yun exclaimed, leaned into Zheng Ren's ear, and whispered: "Boss, he is Wei Feng from Haicheng Metropolis Daily."
"Huh? Were you the reporter invited by Dahuangya about the postpartum hemorrhage?" Zheng Ren asked doubtfully.
Su Yun nodded slightly.
The words "respiratory alkalosis" were written on Wei Feng's system panel, and Zheng Ren was a little confused. However, he still followed the normal rescue procedures. He first took a look at Wei Feng's mouth to see if there were any foreign objects and secretions, and then inhaled oxygen through a nasal cannula.
ECG monitoring showed sinus tachycardia, and other values were normal.
"Inject 20ml of 10% calcium gluconate intravenously and send to the emergency department for observation." Zheng Rendao.
Then, he stood up and rubbed his hands on the isolation suit, as if he had gotten something dirty.
"Dr. Zheng, isn't he responsible for cardiopulmonary resuscitation?" a reporter asked with some disappointment.
Dr. Zheng, who had just won the Nobel Prize, did nothing and sent the reporter who fell to the ground to the emergency room. There was simply no sense of tension in an emergency room. For reporters, this is a bit of a disgrace.
"The heart hasn't stopped, so what's the use of cardiopulmonary resuscitation?" Zheng Ren said, "It's respiratory alkalosis accompanied by spasm. Just inhale oxygen, give a calcium injection, and observe for a while."
Su Yun smiled slightly, and the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth became more intense. He waved and motioned for the camera to follow him, then squatted next to Wei Feng and said.
"The situation is very simple, it's respiratory alkalosis. To put it simply, the couple usually quarreled, and the woman was taken to the hospital because of convulsions. Have you heard of this kind of thing?"
The reporters' eyes lit up. This person was simply too good-looking, and being on camera would definitely attract more attention. The key is to be willing to communicate with the media. Someone immediately responded: "I've heard of it."
"Women who have symptoms of neurosis or factors that induce mental stress do not have any cause of organic disease. However, during the attack, they have accelerated respiratory movements, resulting in a decrease in the partial pressure of carbon dioxide in arterial blood, respiratory alkalosis, and The sympathetic nervous system is excited and exhibits various symptoms clinically.”
"Generally speaking, men are extremely rare. This journalist comrade... Oh, I can't call him a comrade, he is an intern reporter from the Financial Times." Su Yun smiled and picked up the badge hanging on Wei Feng's chest, "This must be the first time he has appeared During an interview assignment, when I saw my boss coming out, I was so excited that I kept taking deep breaths, which eventually led to alkalosis and I smoked immediately."
“…”
The reporters didn't know Mingli, they just thought it was very professional and seemed to be true.
"To put it simply, he has no work experience and is too nervous." Su Yun's smile became a little thicker, and he concealed his sarcasm well.
Then he took off his sterile cap, and his black hair was flying in front of his forehead, looking very proud.
The flat car quickly rolled over, and Tang Haitao from the emergency department also got the news and trotted over with the nurse carrying an emergency first aid box.
"The patient has been diagnosed with respiratory alkalosis. He has been given intravenous calcium gluconate and inhaled oxygen. You can go back and observe." Su Yun stood up and said.
Then he stood beside Zheng Ren.
"Why do you say he is the Financial Times?"
"You haven't seen how arrogant he and that editor William were before. You don't like them." Su Yun said, "Kick them when you get the chance. Anyway, with Marys here, they dare to talk back."
Zheng Ren shook his head slightly and watched Wei Feng being carried into the car and sent away.
"Dr. Zheng, Dr. Su, you won this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine, please tell me a few words." A reporter asked with a microphone.
Zheng Ren scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.
Looking at the microphones in front of him and the gazes of many reporters, Zheng Ren thought for a few seconds and said: "I know that my operation was well done, and I fully appreciate the recognition given to me by the Nobel Prize judges." recognition.”
There was silence outside the operating room.
Is this an acceptance speech? Is this a provocation? Is Dr. Zheng mocking the Nobel Prize review for not being transparent and fair
After a brief silence, there was an uproar like a pot of water being boiled.
This should be the most controversial acceptance speech in history. This is big news! Definitely big news! !
It turns out that Dr. Zheng is so talented. He looks honest and honest, but he is actually holding back a lot of embarrassment.
The reporters immediately used various devices to record Zheng Ren's words, and some reporters kept asking questions.
Zheng Ren had already taken half a step back and pushed Su Yun forward.
In comparison, Zheng Ren felt that Su Yun was more suitable for communicating with the media than he was.
That guy likes all occasions where there are a lot of people, and the more people there are, the more excited he is and the better he performs.
"Boss Zheng, you're awesome!" Lin Ge secretly stretched out his thumb and whispered in Zheng Ren's ear.
"Haha." Zheng Ren smiled, "I'm just telling the truth."