Perhaps it was because she cried too loudly, but Mrs. Hu soon lost her energy.
She stood outside the glass door for too long and felt tired. She could only lean against the door and look inside.
For her, today's accident was a little too heavy.
Perhaps, for anyone, an accident that was related to life and death was unusually heavy.
Ling Ran continued to perform chest compressions. Every five minutes, he requested an injection of epinephrine, atropine, and lidocaine.
Aside from that, 150 ounces of sodium bicarbonate was also injected into the patient's vein, but it was useless.
The surroundings were still very noisy. The medical staff, police officers, and patients coming and going made the environment in the resuscitation room as dry as a desert stove.
Ling Ran also felt a little hot.
He performed more than one hundred chest compressions per minute. He had to press in place and release in place, and his hands could not completely leave the chest. It was very difficult for people who had not been trained before to control the severity of the pressure, especially those who had never performed chest compressions with their hands. When it came to CPR, it was not easy to perform accurate compressions.
However, even if he had been trained, the huge physical requirement was still a constant test for him to save people.
"Doctor Ling, do you want someone else?" Nurse Niu jogged over and asked softly.
"I can still do it." Ling Ran did not want to say much. He was trying his best to adjust his breathing to ensure that he could continue performing chest compressions.
Chest compressions were the most important part of the entire CPR process.
Compared to it, no medicine, equipment, or technical methods could achieve the same effect.
And high-quality chest compressions were also the best support for high-quality CPR.
Ling Ran hoped that he could last longer.
In fact, if it were not because everyone was busy, Ling Ran could have been promoted to a commander.
However, if he gave up his position now and performed CPR with other doctors, one or two doctors might not be enough.
Ling Ran definitely could not take up so many doctors' energy and stamina at such a tense moment.
Besides, Ling Ran felt that he could still persist.
Any doctor or any person who performed CPR on another human could usually last for a very, very long time …
"Doctor Ling, it's been twenty-five minutes," Nurse Niu reminded him softly.
Ling Ran only hummed in acknowledgment.
After a brief pondering, Nurse Niu suggested, "Should we use a ventilator?"
At this time, the young nurse who had been performing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation for 25 minutes was using a simple respirator, which was a manual respirator with a large balloon.
The effect of artificial respiration with a ventilator was much better, but it was usually not used for CPR patients.
Ling Ran nodded in admiration. "It's a good idea to use a ventilator. Pay attention to the time you change the ventilator."
Nurse Niu nodded and immediately went to find someone to bring the ventilator over.
The artificial airway had been activated a long time ago. Nurse Niu skillfully adjusted the ventilator and connected the laryngeal tube. She did not waste even a second.
After a while, Nurse Niu reported to Ling Ran, "It's been thirty minutes."
Ling Ran still only hummed in acknowledgment.
He knew what Nurse Niu meant. Twenty or thirty minutes of CPR was enough for him to decide whether to give up or not.
If this were ten years ago, hospitals in most countries and regions would view CPR that lasted for more than twenty minutes as unnecessary.
In fact, Americans still rarely performed prolonged CPR (cardiopulmonary resuscitation).
However, this was related to their medical system.
In hospitals in the United States, family members could leave the vegetative patient in the hospital and ignore them. The hospital would have to bear the medical fees of millions of USD every year, so there was even a transaction between hospitals for vegetative patients. Large hospitals with high costs would use medical jets to sell vegetative patients to hospitals with lower costs, and they would pay millions of USD to the latter.
In this kind of environment, if American hospitals supported prolonged CPR, it meant that the hospital would have to increase the number of vegetative patients every year.
Therefore, in order to let patients die with dignity, American hospitals did not encourage prolonged CPR. Doctors received this kind of education, and the ratio of prolonged CPR was not high.
But in China, the ratio of medical staff performing prolonged CPR was increasing.
Although the success rate was usually as low as one percent, it was the only way to pull the patient back from the brink of death.
Ling Ran knew that at this moment, Old Hu's only hope was himself.
If Ling Ran gave up, no doctor would come up and continue to perform CPR on him.
At that time, he could only announce the patient's death.
And if he continued, there was still a one percent chance of success.
For a life, there were countless times in its life when it worked hard for less than one percent success rate.
At this moment, it was easier to understand that there was another life who worked hard for less than one percent success rate to save his life.
…..
"Dad!"
Outside the glass door, a nine-year-old boy wrapped in adult clothes shouted loudly while sniffling.
"Dad is inside. Let's wait outside." The chubby woman hugged her son. She wanted to cry but did not dare to.
"What's wrong, Dad?" The nine-year-old child was already very sensible. Now, he hoped that the adults could deny his guess.
The chubby woman patted his shoulder and said, "Dad fell from the tower crane …"
"Don't say this to the child!" Standing on the right was the patient's mother. Her old face was red with anger, and she took the opportunity to vent her anger. "Are you cursing your own husband to death? You shouldn't have asked me to bring him here. Why did I bring him here? "
Her daughter-in-law did not retort like she usually did. She only said, "Let Chuan 'er see his father more."
"It's the same when we go back." The patient's mother became much weaker. She almost begged, "It's the same if we go to the ward a few days later."
The chubby woman continued to pat her son gently as if he was in a cradle. She said, "Chuan 'er, your father went to the construction site at night to earn money to pay for his rent and school fees. In the future, you have to study hard and sit in the office. You won't be exposed to the wind and rain, and you won't fall from the tower crane …"
"You …" The old lady was angry and anxious. She looked at her daughter-in-law as if she was hysterical. She simply grabbed her grandson and said, "Don't talk nonsense. My son … my son …"
The old lady wanted to say something auspicious, but the scene she saw through the glass door did not allow her to say such words.
Ling Ran still maintained the frequency of pressing the patient's chest one hundred to one hundred and twenty times per minute.
Even if he had Perfect Level CPR, he could not guarantee that he could maintain the same frequency for a long time.
What Ling Ran could guarantee was the depth of each compression and the degree of recovery of the chest wall every time.
Time ticked by.
When the patient asked for intravenous injection again, Huo Congjun came to Ling Ran.
"It's going to be an hour soon," Huo Congjun said.
When he heard Department Director Huo's voice, Ling Ran said without raising his head, "The patient is only thirty-two years old, has no medical history, and has always been healthy. I think continuing CPR can maximize the patient's benefits."
Huo Congjun was speechless.
Continuing CPR could naturally maximize the patient's benefits. If he gave up on CPR, he would be declared dead.
Huo Congjun looked around. With the doctors from various departments in place, the busy scene in the emergency room had been slightly alleviated. Although there were still people sent over from the construction site, the total number of people was very few.
Huo Congjun sighed and said, "You decide for yourself."
"Yes," Ling Ran replied. He did not even change the way he performed chest compressions.
At this time, Lu Wenbin finished what he was doing and walked over quickly. He said in a low voice, "Doctor Ling, let me help you."
"Prepare the electric shock." Ling Ran directly gave the order.
"Oh … okay." Lu Wenbin took a few seconds to react before he picked up the electrode plate.
"Two hundred joules," Ling Ran ordered.
Lu Wenbin repeated, "Two hundred joules, move."
The defibrillator released the electric current gently.
Ling Ran did not even look at it. He directly continued to perform CPR.
The shorter the interruption of CPR, the better. This was the logistical support given to the body by external forces. The longer the interruption and the more frequent it was, the easier it would be for the body to be in a mess.
* Beep. *
* Beep. *
The ECG monitor suddenly beeped a few times, and it attracted everyone's attention.
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