Zheng Ren did not expect that there would be so many flashes on at the same time. He raised his arm and blocked it in front of his eyes.
Behind Su Yun's face was an elegant, spring-like smile. Although her forehead black hair was pressed in a sterile cap, she was almost ready to move.
With more than a dozen microphones stretched out, before Zheng Ren had time to respond, reporters began to ask a variety of questions.
But after no one asked, Zheng Ren heard panic voices.
Then he made a sound, blocking the light of the flash with his hand, squinting his eyes, looking in the direction of the sound.
A person smashed the camera around him, and both the machine and the person fell to the ground.
Security personnel immediately separated the surrounding crowd to avoid more serious tramples.
Zheng Ren glanced at it and saw a red whirring system panel, immediately separated the microphone in front of his hand and strode over.
The man lying on the camera kept twitching, his hands stiff and tight, like chicken paws.
"Flatcar!"
"oxygen!"
"G!"
Zheng Ren Shen said.
Faced with sudden changes, the 912 medical staff are very accustomed because this is part of daily work. I just didn't expect that Boss Zheng "accidentally" won the Nobel Prize. When he walked out of the operating room, he would encounter such an emergency situation.
And the surrounding reporters and cameras were all excited!
This colleague is really coming. Boss Zheng, the Nobel Prize winner, walks out of the operating room. This is equivalent to a position interview. It is a very emotional thing in itself.
But if you can record the action of Boss Zheng's CPR, it would be equivalent to shooting a soldier's charge in the rain of guns and bullets. The effect of playing it out is definitely different!
All cameras twisted the lens, the flash silently released lightning, and hit the white room outside.
After a short period of misunderstanding, Director Kong and the nurse in the operating room immediately prepared what Zheng Ren had just said.
The oxygen bag quickly came out, lying on the marble floor.
Su Yun gave a snorting sound, and reached up to Zheng Ren's ear, whispering, "Boss, he is Wei Feng from Haicheng Metropolis Daily."
"Huh? Was the postpartum bleeding a reporter invited by Da Huangya?" Zheng Ren asked in confusion.
Su Yun nodded slightly.
Zheng Feng was puzzled by the words of respiratory alkalosis written on Wei Feng's system panel. However, he still followed the normal rescue procedure, first glanced at Wei Feng's mouth for foreign bodies and secretions, and then took oxygen from the nasal cannula.
ECG monitoring showed sinus tachycardia, other values were fine.
"10ml calcium gluconate was injected intravenously in 20ml and sent to the emergency department for observation." Zheng Rendao.
Then he stood up and put his hands on the isolating suit, as if he had stained something dirty.
"Dr. Zheng, shouldn't it be cardiopulmonary resuscitation?" A reporter asked with disappointment.
Dr. Zheng, who had just received the Nobel Prize, did nothing and sent people to the emergency department for the emergency report. There was simply no nervousness about emergency treatment. For reporters, this is a bit horrible.
"The heart hasn't stopped, what is cardiopulmonary resuscitation done?" Zheng Ren said, "It is respiratory alkalosis with convulsions, inhaling oxygen, giving a calcium needle, and watching for a while.
Su Yun smiled slightly, and the lingering meaning in the corner of his mouth became stronger. He beckoned, motioned for the camera lens to follow, and then squatted beside Wei Feng and said.
"The situation is very simple. It's respiratory alkalosis. Simply put, the couple usually quarreled and took the woman's breath to the hospital. You have heard of this kind of thing."
As soon as the reporter's eyes lighted up, the face value was simply too high, and the photo shoot was definitely more attractive. The key is to be willing to communicate with the media, and someone immediately said, "Have heard of it."
"Women have neurological symptoms or have factors that induce mental stress. There is no cause of organic lesions. During the onset, there is accelerated breathing movement, a decrease in arterial blood carbon dioxide partial pressure, and respiratory alkalosis. The sympathetic nervous system is excited and presents a variety of symptoms clinically. "
"Generally speaking, men are extremely rare. Comrade this reporter ... Oh, it can't be called comrade, but is a trainee reporter for the Financial Times." Su Yun smiled and picked up Wei Feng's breast badge, "It must be the first time When I was out of the interview, I saw my boss come out and breathe deeply and excitedly. In the end, it caused alkalosis and I just pumped. "
"..."
The reporters don't know the calendar, they just feel that they are professional and seem to be real.
"Simply put, he has no work experience and is too nervous." Su Yun's smile was a little richer, and the conspiracy was well concealed.
Then he took off the sterile cap, and his black hair fluttered on his forehead, looking very proud.
The flat car quickly pushed over, and Tang Haitao from the emergency department also got the news, rushing around with the emergency rescue box and the nurse rushed.
"The patient has been diagnosed with respiratory alkalosis, and has given calcium gluconate statically and inhaled oxygen. You push it back and observe." Su Yun stood up and said.
He then stood behind Zheng Ren's body.
"Say what he does for the Financial Times."
"Before you saw him, he and the editor-in-chief of William were so arrogant ~ www.novelhall.com ~ that they were not pleasing to the eye." Su Yundao said, "When I get a chance, I will kick my feet. Anyway, with Marys in there, they dare not speak back."
Zheng Ren shook his head slightly, watching Wei Feng be carried into the car and sent away all the way.
"Dr. Zheng, Dr. Su, you have won this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine, just a few words." A reporter asked with a microphone.
Zheng Ren scratched his head, slightly distressed.
Looking at the microphones in front of me and the eyes of many reporters, Zheng Ren thought for a few seconds and said, "I know how well my surgery is done. I also give my full recognition to the Nobel Prize judges Approval. "
The operating room was dumb.
Is this a testimonial? This is a provocation, is Dr. Zheng mocking that the Nobel Prize judging is not transparent and fair?
After a brief silence, it sounded like a pot of water was boiled.
This should be the most controversial award in history, this is big news! Absolutely big news! !!
It turned out that Dr. Zheng was so expectant. Looking at the honest and honest, he was actually holding his belly.
The reporters immediately recorded Zheng Ren's words with various equipment, and reporters kept asking questions.
Zheng Ren had already taken a step back and pushed Su Yun forward.
In comparison, Zheng Ren felt that Su Yun was better suited to communicate with the media than himself.
The goods themselves like all occasions with many people, and the more people, the more excited, the better the performance.
"Boss Zheng, Niubi!" Linger secretly held out his thumb and whispered in Zheng Ren's ear.
"Hehe." Zheng Ren smiled. "It's just telling the truth."