Chapter 2004 Shaking and Refusing to Fall

"It's okay, give me another 150mg." Zheng Ren's voice came from the intercom.

"The speed of isoproterenol should be increased! Adrenaline, static push."

Professor Zhong's words seemed to open a certain box, and Zheng Ren began to give orders one after another.

Most of the people in the operating room were at a loss.

This is where the weakness of specialized hospitals lies.

Patients from all over the country flocked, and the specialized hospitals in the imperial capital were overcrowded. It's normal to pick and choose. Those who are not in good condition and those who are suspected of being at risk are all sent to general hospitals like Xiehe.

But once the patient has the situation in front of him, it can be dealt with simply. If it is complicated, you can only invite experts outside the hospital to come for consultation, surgery or even transfer.

However, there are also advantages to doing so, that is, the efficiency is greatly improved. After all, there are general hospitals such as Xiehe and 912, so what are you afraid of?

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

"Cordalon has a long half-life of drug metabolism. Boss Zheng took the drug to the limit, and the dosage is still very large. Professor Zhong is afraid that there will be problems after the operation." A director whispered.

After all, with the walkie-talkie on, he is not a professional in circulation. If he is really scolded by that vitriolic assistant, can he still scold him back?

I won't talk about demeanor, the key is that I'm afraid of being scolded.

If it is more serious, if there is any side effect or drug usage that I don't know about, it is not a slap in the face when people say it.

Regardless of how young he is, how about the Affiliated Hospital of Imperial Medical University, a bullet is in his body, and he can't find it! In the end, Boss Zheng had to solve the problem single-handedly.

That time it was a single-handedly, this time with a whole group of people...

Dean Lin looked at the electrocardiogram that was pulsating like a sea surface blown by a typhoon, and he still agreed with Boss Zheng's approach in his heart.

The patients are all like this, so they can use whatever they need. When a person dies on the operating table, there is no need to worry about the accumulation of drugs.

That's for living people to consider whether it's good or not.

And looking at the electrocardiogram, it was already in a mess, and the heart rate dropped to about 40 beats/min for a while, and rose to over 160 beats/min for a while.

Many times Dean Lin suspected that the heart was going to stop, maybe it was the effect of drugs, or the effect of the pacemaker. Anyway, the patient's heart rate faltered and refused to fall, so it was barely maintained.

The people in the operation room didn't even dare to breathe, for fear that if they sneezed, the patient's heartbeat would stop suddenly.

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

What does it mean? People outside listened with dew on their foreheads.

On the screen in the operating room, Boss Zheng's basket catheter has caught the PICC tube, but he didn't pull it out, but rubbed it a little bit.

The screen clearly shows that the basket catheter is advancing with difficulty, and this is where the PICC tube is heavily adhered to the intima of the right pulmonary artery.

If they were taken violently, once the right pulmonary artery was torn, the person would be gone.

But looking at the patient's ECG fluctuations, everyone hoped that the damn PICC catheter would be pulled out in the next second.

Zheng Ren was also in a hurry, but his operations must not be messed up.

The patient's heart was beating crazily, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. Zheng Ren could feel the patient's tricuspid valve throbbing, constantly affecting his operation.

Feeling, adapting, Zheng Ren subconsciously thought of these two words, and the whole body was directly emptied, and the catheter was finely manipulated with both hands, adapting to the violent heart beating and the interference of the tricuspid valve.

In an instant, Zheng Ren's hand speed soared.

If it was only 150APM at the beginning, it jumped to 300APM in just a moment.

And this is not the limit, the data climbs rapidly and there is no end.

After Lin Yuan was stunned for a short time, after a quick and slight rotation of the catheter almost affected the operation, she began to concentrate on cooperating with Boss Zheng.

It's just that the speed is really fast. In one second, Boss Zheng did not know how many actions he made, turning and changing the direction of the catheter, so as not to touch and affect the catheter by the beating of the heart and the opening and closing of the tricuspid valve.

With a snap of his fingers, Lin Yuan felt that his hands were a little numb, a little numb, and his speed reached the limit.

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

But even so, she felt that she was overwhelmed.

Boss Zheng can't be underestimated, and he can't affect the operation. This is the only thought in Lin Yuan's mind.

With blurred eyes, Lin Yuan could barely keep up with Boss Zheng's rhythm as he kept making small adjustments with his hands.

Time changes so slowly that it is indescribable to spend days like years. To Lin Yuan, every minute and every second seemed like a year had passed.

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

"3 minutes and 22 seconds."

Su Yun's voice came, a little anxious and a little hasty.

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

But this has nothing to do with her, her hands are numb, and she feels that her movements have slowed down significantly.

Maybe it's not that the hand speed has slowed down, but that time has slowed down under the influence of the theory of relativity.

"Isoproterenol, hurry up." Zheng Ren said.

"Well, Lao He, take another five shots of epinephrine." Su Yun said.

With a row of syringes in Su Yun's hand, Lao He automatically and consciously gave up the task of pushing the medicine.

His hand speed was not as fast as Brother Yun's. At this time, in Lao He's eyes, Su Yun's movements had already begun to appear ghostly.

The air in the operating room was stagnant, only the monitors and ventilators were beeping frantically, which seemed to never stop.

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

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

"I try my best."

Su Yun didn't tease others 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 is no pacemaker, the patient's heartbeat would have stopped.

But even with the pacemaker maintaining the last sliver of life, there are frequent dangers.

Started pushing adrenaline and massive pumps of isoproterenol, dopamine.

The dosage of all drugs has exceeded the limit amount.

The fluctuation of heart rate became more and more violent. Even after Su Yun reported the number of 5 points, through the leaded glass, he saw him fetch the defibrillator and began to adjust the voltage.

With a pacemaker, there is little chance a defibrillator will be needed.

The moment they 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.

"alright!"

After an unknown amount of time, Boss Zheng's deep voice came from the intercom.

The image of the PICC catheter receded rapidly, and everyone suddenly felt relieved.

"I'm going... Boss, you said let me last for 5 minutes, but you took 5 minutes and 34 seconds!" Su Yun's voice came briskly from the intercom.

"Thank you." Zheng Ren said.

Soon, the fatal PICC catheter was withdrawn, and the operation was declared a success!

Boss Zheng turned around and tore off the sterile gown.

The airtight lead door opened, and Zheng Ren walked out.

"Boss Zheng, it's been hard work." Dean Lin went up to greet him and said politely.

"Don't worry, the dosage is too high. Observe for half an hour, and then send it to the ICU." Zheng Ren walked into the operating room, tore off the lead coat, and threw it on the ground.

Like a warrior's armor, the lead jacket hit the ground with a bang.

Severe illness... This is another word that Dean Lin is unwilling to face.

"Boss, I reduced the amount of isoproterone." Su Yun said.

"Slow down, take it easy, don't worry." Zheng Ren sat on the chair, a little tired. But the hands on the legs are still very stable.

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

After 10 minutes, Su Yun came out.

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

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

"You asked me to use such a large amount of medicine, did you know that my hands were shaking when I pushed the dragon?"

"Know."

"How did you know?"

"Your hand tremor interferes with my operation."

"roll!"

Everyone, including Dean Lin, was completely relaxed this time. Boss Zheng was joking with his assistant, which meant that the alarm had been lifted.

In the operating room, Xie Yi began to lightly tap the instruments, while Lin Yuan bandaged the puncture point for the patient, and went to the next door to take off the lead coat.

Dean Lin pretended to see the patient. At this time, Lao He was still guarding the patient's head, closely watching the changes of all indicators.

He still kept a few pills of epinephrine and other emergency medicines in front of him, in case something unexpected happened at the last moment.

Dean Lin said a few words to Lao He, and then saw Lin Yuan walking back.

The chest and back of Lin Yuan's isolation suit were completely wet with sweat, and the green isolation suit turned dark green. Dean Lin felt distressed when he saw it.

With his hands behind his back, he pretended to pass by Lin Yuan unintentionally, and asked in a low voice, "Are you tired?"

Lin Yuan raised his hands, trembling uncontrollably, "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.

The operation just now... Dean Lin is sweating profusely, is there still so much micro-operation? It sounded really scary, but standing outside, I didn't see any details.

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

Dean Lin felt a little heavy.

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

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

Especially looking at Lin Yuan's sweat-soaked isolation suit, Dean Lin felt distressed.

But there are some things that cannot be said in front of people.

He walked around with his hands behind his back and walked out.

"Boss Zheng, how long will it take for things to stabilize?" Dean Lin asked.

"It's almost there now." Zheng Ren sat on the chair, "Dean Lin, if your ICU's technical strength is not enough, you can find someone to come and see it for two days."

"..."

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