But just for a moment, the subject's heart rate returned to zero, giving Zheng Ren no chance to react.
Zheng Ren immediately put down the equipment in his hand and started to perform heart compressions. Later, an anesthesiologist assistant was purchased to help with the rescue.
Perform cardiac compressions yourself and instruct the anesthesiologist to inject lidocaine, epinephrine, and atropine intravenously into the patient.
But it was completely useless. No matter how much medicine was given or how much chest compressions were performed, the subject's heart rate would not return.
Even in the end, Zheng Ren made a direct incision and external chest heart compression under direct vision still failed. The patient's heart seemed to have lost its vitality, and there was no voluntary contraction at all.
After 20 minutes of resuscitation, Zheng Ren simply gave up. He stood silently beside the experimental subject and wondered what happened, causing a healthy young man to lose his heartbeat instantly.
Later, he had some ideas and walked out of the system operating room, ready to click and purchase surgical training time.
"Boss Zheng, are you tired?" Gu Xiaoran's voice rang in his ears.
Zheng Ren was helpless and sighed.
The patient hasn't come up yet, nothing has happened, and there are still people around, so there is no chance to concentrate on it. Unless he has been squatting in the system operating room and not come out, but now it seems that it is completely unnecessary.
Even if it was just a second before the patient's heart stopped, no matter how hard he figured it out, he would still have time to go to the system operating room.
"No." Zheng Ren left the system space and said softly.
"I saw you suddenly stopped walking while you were walking, and I thought you were feeling unwell." Gu Xiaoran said with concern, standing next to Zheng Ren. His hand was placed next to Zheng Ren's arm. As long as his body swayed, he could immediately support it.
Zheng Ren glanced at Gu Xiaoran's hand and smiled at his cautious look, "Thank you Xiaoran, I just feel like there is something on my mind and I am thinking about something."
"Boss, you don't have hypoglycemia, right?" Su Yun and Lao He were chatting shoulder to shoulder in front, not forgetting to listen to the conversation between the boss and Gu Xiaoran behind.
"No, Su Yun, stop talking nonsense with Lao He. Come and I'll ask you something." Zheng Ren and Su Yun said.
"Huh?" Su Yun was very confused. His boss rarely spoke to him in this tone.
Is this asking for your own opinion? What happened
"Ever since I saw the patient, I felt something was wrong." Zheng Ren said frankly: "I always felt that something might have been missed, but after thinking about it several times, I still don't know where the problem lies."
"Is it okay?" Su Yun looked at his boss in confusion. Three layers of masks could not block the disdainful expression on his face.
"I'm serious, I'm not kidding," Zheng Ren said.
"Even if the urethra is torn, the urethra will be healed in the next period of time. Judging from the patient's mental state, it doesn't seem like there are signs of a urinary tract infection." Su Yun saw Zheng Ren's solemn expression and began to try to analyze it.
Lao He didn't even know what the patient looked like. He looked confused and couldn't say a word. But then he thought about it, Lushou. Taking advantage of the time that Boss Zheng was talking to Su Yun, he walked quickly to Lushou.
"Xiao Zhou, when will the patient come?" Lao He asked hurriedly after entering the room.
"Lao He, what's the matter?" the emergency anesthesiologist said to Lao He with a smile.
"What kind of patient is it?" Lao He said in a more serious tone.
"Uh... a patient with a foreign body in the urethra. I took a look at the X-ray and there were 9 nails in the urethra." The anesthesiologist saw that Lao He was a little anxious. Although he didn't know what happened, he immediately told Lao He what he knew.
"The patient's vital signs are stable, there is no pyuria, and there is a little bit of hematuria. It is said that the pain is severe when urinating, so he can't hold it in."
"Is there anything else?"
"No, the patrol has already gone to pick him up. It's time to walk up now." The anesthesiologist said, "The patient can still walk, but he has to walk with his legs spread apart. It doesn't look like there is anything wrong with him. Do you know him?"
"I don't know him." Lao He recalled what the anesthesiologist Xiao Zhou said. There was no pus, there was a little blood, he could still walk, and his vital signs were stable, and it didn't look like there was a problem.
Could it be that Boss Zheng was too nervous and made a misjudgment? This idea just appeared in Lao He's mind and was immediately extinguished.
No, could Boss Zheng be wrong? It's also possible. He also said that there might be a problem, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.
A clinician’s weird intuition? Lao He was very serious and prepared to take a look at the patient before speaking.
"In this operating room, you go up to the operating table first." The circulating nurse has already led the patient back. She pointed to the operating table and said, "Can you go up by yourself? If you don't have the strength, I will move a footstool for you."
"No need." The patient said shyly, then held the operating table with both hands in a slightly weird posture and sat directly on it. The body is very strong and he looks tougher than himself. Through observation, Lao He made the most basic judgment on the patient.
He took the surgery handover form from the tour hand and took a look at it. The patient is an emergency patient, and the medical record is probably not written yet. This is the only information available.
There were no problems with the vital signs at all, and with the action of "hopping" onto the operating table just now, Lao He didn't think there would be any problems with the patient.
Boss Zheng must be a little nervous, Lao He thought to himself.
He walked out of the operating room with a smile and saw Boss Zheng and Su Yun standing a little further back, talking quietly.
"Boss Zheng, Brother Yun, I took a look at the patient... nothing is wrong now." Lao He said with a smile.
"Well, I think it's okay. The boss insists on brainstorming." Su Yun also shrugged helplessly and spread his hands.
"There's a feeling in my heart that I can't put into words. I guess intuitively, it just feels like something is wrong." Zheng Ren shook his head slightly and sighed.
He and Su Yun discussed some possible scenarios, but no constructive ideas came out at all. To this day, Zheng Ren still doesn't know why the patient suffered an intraoperative cardiac arrest.
Walk in properly and stop like this? No one would accept it.
What a special thing, Zheng Ren thought to himself.
He had no choice but to come to the operating room and watch the anesthesiologist give the patient spinal anesthesia. The ECG monitoring has been connected, and all vital signs are intact, which is no longer normal.
"Mr. Yu, how much hematuria does the patient have?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Not much, there is a small amount of exudate, no pus. I took a look and there was only a little bloodshot." Mr. Yu whispered: "Boss Zheng, are you here?"
"No." Zheng Ren turned around and sat on the round stool in the corner where the circulating nurse sat after finishing her work, and squinted his eyes to observe the patient.
I couldn't go into too much detail with Su Yun just now, and I could only keep it in my heart when I predicted cardiac arrest in advance. Zheng Ren felt very uncomfortable. If he could tell it in advance, Lao He might be able to give some opinions for reference.
There must be "small" problems that I didn't notice.