Chapter 2319 Hosting Your Own Rescue

The overall quality of the 912 medical staff is very high, and it is even more obvious in the emergency department.

In an instant, a sterile sheet was spread on the ground, and the roving nurse helped Mao to lie flat on it. Connected to ECG monitoring, first measured a blood pressure.

Since the ECG monitoring machine could not print out the ECG, I still used a portable ECG machine for an examination.

Nothing is wrong, the electrocardiogram is standard, and there is no problem.

However, there may be prodromal symptoms, just a transient reaction. Whether it is or not, first plug the nitroglycerin sublingually.

This thing contains a small amount once and can't eat bad people. I would rather kill the wrong than let it go.

Mao Chi felt that the ground was a bit cold, and the temperature of the constant temperature laminar flow operating room seemed to be dropping continuously.

"Cold." He whispered.

The itinerant nurse immediately took a sterile gown to cover Mao Chi and comforted him.

Dr. Zhou put the electrocardiogram sheet 30cm in front of Mao Chi's eyes, allowing him to see his own electrocardiogram with his own eyes.

This group of old directors all have a problem. They think that others can't see a doctor, and only they are the most powerful.

And after working in the clinic for a long time, I will subconsciously suspect that I am sick, and the people around me will lie to me.

Only when he sees the leads installed on his body with his own eyes, and the electrocardiogram is normal, it will probably be better.

Sure enough, Mao Chi heaved a sigh of relief after watching the ECG, and the pain behind the breastbone disappeared.

He carefully recalled the feeling just now, it shouldn't be wrong. Sudden onset of severe and persistent retrosternal or precordial compression pain is a typical symptom of myocardial infarction.

If there is nothing wrong, I must check a coronary CT first after going down... No, let's do a coronary angiography directly. Just make sure there is no traffic jam, otherwise Mao Chi wouldn't even dare to sleep.

If he fell asleep, he would have provoked someone else.

Or sleep in the department for a few days, with ECG monitoring every day?

Mao Chi didn't find it troublesome, which was a good idea. Regardless of other things, I must not "die young".

Then, another thought came to his mind—could it be that the fish bone stuck in the esophagus, and then pierced the aorta, causing aortic dissection.

This is even scarier!

Mao Chi felt that the ground was getting cold again, and frost had begun to spread around him.

What the hell, how can you catch up with everything.

"Director, are you feeling better?" Doctor Zhou asked in a low voice.

"You send the patient back, I'll lie here for a while." Although Mao Chi suspected that he had a myocardial infarction or aortic dissection, he did not lose his sanity, and he still maintained the most basic calmness.

But this kind of calmness was only what Mao Zhi thought, and he completely ignored the fact that he was still lying at the door of the airtight door of the operating room.

He was lying here like an obstacle, could the flat car still run over him?

Let's get busy with Director Mao Chi first, but don't really make a big deal happen in the operating room.

Regardless of whether it is needed or not, and whether the blood oxygen saturation is 99%, put the oxygen bag on first. Then one by one the phone calls were made, the flat cart was pushed, and several people rushed to put Mao on the flat cart.

A professor from the Vascular Department ran up and took a look at Director Mao's situation, so he was a little relieved.

When I received the call, I thought Director Mao was dying.

I ran all the way, and when I came up, I felt that my lungs were on fire. After calming down, Director Mao's ECG showed sinus rhythm. Is there any problem at all?

The director is hysterical? But the professor with the group didn't dare to say that. Director Mao is getting old now, and he seldom gets angry. A few years earlier, his temper was not very good.

These old surgical directors have a bad temper. In the past, some patients were stabbed, and they could go up and fight after taking off their white clothes.

"I need an echocardiogram." Mao Chi said in a low voice.

Although the professor leading the group was a little doubtful, he couldn't say what the director said. At this time, he would rather trouble than ignore it.

The flat car was parked in the corridor of the operating room and was not pushed back directly.

When Zhang Lin, the director of the circulatory department, came, took a look at the electrocardiogram, and listened to the heart sounds. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Go directly to the CT room... By the way, is the echocardiogram coming?"

"Director, please wait a moment, soon, soon." Professor Dai Group said.

"Director Mao, what disease are you considering?" Director Zhang Lin asked.

"To rule out aortic dissection, first use echocardiography to have a look, then don't go back to the department, and go to the CT room with rescue medication." Mao Chi presided over his own rescue as if he was presiding over a major emergency rescue.

It's okay to check one, at least rest assured.

The generous Professor Zhang also stepped down and came to Mao Chi's side, waiting quietly.

More than ten minutes later, the bedside echocardiography machine was pushed over. The coupling agent was applied to the chest area, and Mao Chi felt that the blood vessels in his heart had begun to constrict, as if they were about to burst in the next second.

He glanced sideways at the cuff blood pressure, 130/85MMHG, heart rate 82 beats/min, sinus rhythm, no problem at all.

I feel a little more relaxed.

"Director Mao, what do you feel uncomfortable?" The echocardiography doctor asked.

"Retrosternal, precordial."

The probe was pressed down, and an image appeared on the screen.

The corridor that was a little noisy just now quieted down instantly, and Mao Chi suddenly had a bad thought.

If it's okay, someone will come up to make fun of him, saying that he is making a big fuss, which is what should be done. What I am most afraid of is not being laughed at by others, but being silent at the same time.

Mao Chi was so familiar with this kind of silence!

There must be something special, it's not an ordinary thing!

But Mao Chi was already prepared. He took a deep breath to calm himself down, and then changed his head to an angle with very slow movements, watching the echocardiography screen.

Glancing at the screen, Mao Chi almost fainted.

Irregular blood flow can be seen at the edge of the descending aorta. Although he did not have a deep understanding of echocardiography, Mao Chi could still tell that it was—aortic dissection!

"Go to the CT room first and do a plain scan." Mao Chi's voice was a little trembling, but he was still calm.

This time is a fatal time, once the descending aortic dissection ruptures, even in the operating room it will be useless!

If it is broken, people will be gone.

The caring Professor Zhang just slipped away, and he went to find Zhao Yunlong. This kind of emergency rescue requires the presence of someone like Zhao Yunlong, who is in the prime of life.

For the time being, there was still no one to push the flat car. The professor of the Department of Vascular Department took out the antihypertensive drugs from the first aid kit and asked Director Mao to take them orally to control the blood pressure, so as not to cause the blood pressure to rise due to emotional agitation.

Meanwhile, the circulating nurse took a blood pressure cuff.

160/110 mm Hg, blood pressure is rising!

Take the time to check, and if there is a problem, go to surgery directly. It is too late to do radiography, and it can be done during the operation.

Some people began to report the matter to the medical office, and some people pushed the flat car.

Mao Chi felt that the flat car was moving, and his mind cleared up a little. He whispered: "Come to Boss Zheng, immediately! Immediately!"