Chapter 2005

"It's all right. Give another 150mg." Zheng Ren's voice came from the intercom.

"The speed of isoproterenol should be higher! Adrenaline, push it."

Professor Zhong's words were like opening a box. Zheng Ren began to give orders one after another.

Most of the people in the operation room are at a loss.

This is the weakness of specialized hospitals.

Patients from all over the country flocked to the imperial capital, and the specialized hospitals were overcrowded. It's normal to pick and choose. Those in bad condition and those suspected to be at risk are sent to general hospitals such as Xiehe.

But once the patient has this situation in front of him, it can be handled simply. Complicated, we can only invite experts outside the hospital for consultation, surgery and even transfer to another hospital.

However, there are some advantages, that is, it greatly improves efficiency. After all, are there general hospitals such as Xiehe and 912? What are you afraid of.

Dean Lin looked around and asked in a deep voice, "what does Professor Zhong mean?"

"The half-life of drug metabolism of Dalong is relatively long. Boss Zheng limits the use of drugs, and the amount is still large. Professor Zhong is afraid of problems after operation." A director whispered.

After all, with the intercom on, he doesn't specialize in circulation. If he is offended by that mean assistant, can he scold back?

Don't say anything about demeanor. The key is to be afraid of scolding.

If it's true that there are any side effects or drug usage that you don't know, it's not slapping in the face.

It doesn't matter how young people are. How about the Affiliated Hospital of DIDU Medical University? A bullet is in the body and can't be found! Finally, boss Zheng solved the problem alone.

That time was alone, this time with the whole group

President Lin looked at the pulsating ECG like the sea blown by a typhoon. He still agreed with boss Zheng.

Patients are so special that they can use whatever they need. When people die on the operating table, they have to worry about drug accumulation and so on.

That's what living people have to think about, okay.

And look at the ECG, it has been in a mess. The heart rate will drop to about 40 beats / min and rise to above 160 beats / min.

Many times President Lin suspected that the heart was going to stop, perhaps because of drugs or pacemakers. Anyway, the patient's heart rate wobbled and refused to fall, so he barely maintained it.

The people in the operation room didn't even dare to breathe. They were afraid that if they sneezed, the patient's heart would stop suddenly.

"2 minutes and 12 seconds." Su Yun suddenly said.

What's the meaning of this? People outside listen to dew.

On the screen in the operation room, boss Zheng's basket catheter has captured the PICC tube, but it has not been pulled out, but rubbed a little.

The screen clearly shows that the basket catheter is moving forward hard. Here is the location where the PICC tube is heavily bonded to the intima of the right pulmonary artery.

If you take it by force, once the right pulmonary artery is torn, there will be no one.

But looking at the fluctuation of the patient's ECG, everyone hopes to pull out the damn PICC catheter in the next second.

Zheng Ren is also very anxious, but his operation must not be disordered.

The patient's heart is shaking wildly, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. Zheng Ren felt the movement of the patient's tricuspid valve, constantly affecting his operation.

Feel, adapt, Zheng Ren subconsciously thought of these two words. The whole person directly vented and operated the catheter with both hands to adapt to the violent beating of the heart and the interference of the tricuspid valve.

For a moment, Zheng Ren's surgery soared.

If there was only 150 APM at the beginning, it jumped to 300 APM in an instant.

And this is not the limit. The data is rising rapidly and there is no end.

After a short period of consternation, Lin Yuan almost affected the operation because of the rapid and slight rotation of the catheter. She began to concentrate on cooperating with boss Zheng.

It's just, it's really fast. Within one second, boss Zheng didn't know how many actions he had done to rotate and change the direction of the catheter, so as to avoid the catheter being touched and affected by the beating of the heart and the switch of the tricuspid valve.

At the touch of a bullet, Lin Yuan felt that his hand was a little numb and wooden, and his speed was racing to the limit.

Although she is only an assistant, she knows that her hand speed is much slower than that of boss Zheng, and she can meet the requirements.

But even so, she felt overwhelmed.

You can't let boss Zheng underestimate it or affect the operation. This is the only idea in Lin Yuan's heart.

His eyes were blooming and his hands couldn't help making minor adjustments. Lin Yuan barely kept up with boss Zheng's rhythm.

Time changes very slowly. It's hard to describe how time goes by. Every minute and every second seemed like a year to Lin Yuan.

Before the operation was finished, Lin Yuan felt much older.

"3 minutes and 22 seconds."

Su Yun's voice came, some anxious, some hasty.

Lin Yuan wondered why Su Yun was still counting the time in this emergency rescue.

However, it had nothing to do with herself. Her hands were numb. She felt that her movements slowed down obviously.

Maybe it's not that the hand speed slows down, but that time slows down under the action of relativity.

"Isopropyl kidney, speed up." Zheng Rendao.

"Well, Lao he, adrenaline, five more." Su yundao.

A row of syringes were in Su Yun's hand, and Lao he voluntarily gave up the task of pushing drugs.

The hand speed is not as fast as Brother Yun. At this time, Su Yun's action has begun to have a virtual shadow in Lao he's view.

The air in the operating room is stagnant, and only the monitor and ventilator are giving a crazy alarm, which seems to never stop.

"4 minutes and 31 seconds." Su Yun said in a deep voice.

"The time may be extended." Zheng Ren said softly.

"I try my best."

Su Yun didn't laugh or talk nonsense, but told Zheng Ren in a deep voice that he would try his best to maintain the patient's heartbeat.

At this time, if there was no pacemaker, the patient's heart would have stopped.

However, even if there is a pacemaker to maintain the last glimmer of vitality, there are often dangerous situations.

Start pushing adrenaline and pumping a lot of isoproterenol and dopamine.

The dosage of all drugs has exceeded the limit.

The ECG fluctuated more and more violently. Even after su Yun reported the number of 5 points, he saw him get the defibrillator through the lead glass and began to adjust the voltage.

With a pacemaker, it is almost impossible to use a defibrillator.

The moment I saw the defibrillator, everyone outside was stunned.

Lao he continued to push the medicine. Su Yun narrowed his eyes and stared at the ECG monitor.

"All right!"

I don't know how long later, boss Zheng's deep voice came from the intercom.

The image of the PICC catheter retreated rapidly, and everyone was suddenly relaxed.

"I'll go... Boss, you said it took me five minutes. It took you five minutes and 34 seconds!" Su Yun's voice came out of the intercom.

"Hard work." Zheng Rendao.

Soon, the deadly PICC catheter was withdrawn and the operation was declared successful!

Boss Zheng turned around and tore off the sterile clothes.

The airtight lead door opened and Zheng Ren came out.

"Boss Zheng, hard work." President Lin greeted him and said politely.

"Don't worry. The dosage is too large. Observe for half an hour and send it to ICU smoothly." Zheng Ren walked into the operation room, tore off the lead clothes and threw them on the ground.

Like a soldier's armor, the lead coat hit the ground with a bang.

Severe... This is another word President Lin doesn't want to face.

"Boss, I reduced the amount of isoproterenol." Su yundao.

"Reduce, slow down, don't worry." Zheng Ren sat in a chair, a little tired. But the hands on the legs are still stable.

He stared at the ECG monitoring screen in the operation room without blinking.

Ten minutes later, Su Yun came out.

"Boss, look, it's all right." He said easily.

"After a while, the heart rate is still a little unstable." Zheng Ren said softly.

"You let me use so much medicine. Do you know that my hands shake when I push the dragon?"

"I know."

"How did you know?"

"Your hand is shaking, interfering with my operation."

"Get out!"

Everyone, including President Lin, is completely relaxed this time. Boss Zheng is joking with his assistant, which means that the alarm has been lifted.

In the operating room, Xie Yi began to light the instruments, while Lin Yuan wrapped up the puncture point for the patient and went next door to take off his lead coat.

President Lin pretended to see the patient. At this time, Lao he was still on the side of the patient's head and closely watched the changes of all indicators.

A few adrenaline and other rescue drugs were left in front of him to avoid accidents at the end.

President Lin said a few words to Lao he and watched Lin Yuan come back.

The chest and back of Lin Yuan's isolation suit have been completely wet by sweat. The green isolation suit has turned dark green. President Lin is distressed to see it.

He passed Lin Yuan with his hands on his back, pretending to be unintentional, and asked in a low voice, "are you tired?"

Lin Yuan raised his hand and his hands trembled, "here, your hands are shaking."

"What's going on?" Dean Lin asked in surprise.

"Boss Zheng operates too fast. If I want to cooperate perfectly, my hands have to keep up." Lin Yuan said proudly.

Just now... President Lin is sweating. Are there so many micro operations? It sounds really scary, but I stood outside and didn't see any details.

Boss Zheng's technical level is so high that he can't understand it?

President Lin felt a little heavy.

If so, the possibility of calling Lin Yuan back is getting lower and lower.

He glanced at the patient's ECG monitoring, and his heart rate gradually dropped to 110 beats / min. His mood calmed down and his attention returned to Lin Yuan.

Especially looking at Lin Yuan's isolation clothes wet with sweat, President Lin was distressed.

But there are some things you can't say in front of people.

He made a tour with his hands behind his back and went out.

"Boss Zheng, how long will it take to be stable?" Dean Lin asked.

"Almost now." Zheng Ren sat in his chair. "Dean Lin, if your technical strength in ICU is not enough, find someone to see it for two days."

“……”

Although this is true, it's too bad to say it in front of so many people.