"Autonomic cardiac rhythm," Nurse Niu shouted immediately.
She had been a nurse for more than twenty years, and she was older than some of the doctors in the room. Although she rarely saw CPR that lasted for more than an hour, it did not affect her understanding of the patient's condition.
This was probably the most critical moment for the patient.
Lu Wenbin also became a little excited. "It's QRS, it's a little wide …"
Ling Ran nodded quietly and said, "Touch the main artery."
His own hand was already numb, and he might not be able to feel anything.
Right after Ling Ran finished speaking, Nurse Niu held the patient's artery. "It's very weak."
Weak was better than nothing.
At this moment, the body condition that was usually unacceptable became a good thing.
Ling Ran continued to perform chest compressions and said, "Inject lidocaine and epinephrine, and add fifteen milligrams of dexamethasone."
Nurse Niu immediately carried out Ling Ran's orders. If she still had doubts about Ling Ran a few hours ago, now, her doubts had turned into admiration.
Performing CPR was actually something that was mixed with despair and hope.
It was already very hard for a normal person to perform CPR for five consecutive sets, and each set lasted for two minutes.
In some places' medical licensing examinations, only three sets of CPR were required, and the last two sets only required oral simulation. This was also because they considered the physical strength of the students who took the medical licensing examination.
But in reality, there were many people who completed CPR for one or even two hours alone.
Most hospitals would have a story about a doctor who performed CPR for thirty minutes or forty minutes continuously.
These stories did not always happen to doctors who were physically strong. Most of the time, it was because they were too weak to save lives.
If they persisted for ten minutes, they might be saved …
If they persisted for five minutes, they might be saved …
If they did two more sets, they would know the situation after two more sets …
If they did one more set, they might be saved …
If they persisted for a while more …
When performing CPR, they had the greatest hope, and they often saw the greatest disappointment.
It was especially so for prolonged CPR.
Out of a hundred patients who received prolonged CPR, only one person might be able to recover his or her own heartbeat, and only one person might wake up after two hundred prolonged CPR.
However, if there were two million people who received prolonged CPR, ten thousand people would be discharged alive.
If there were twenty million cases of prolonged CPR, one hundred thousand people would wake up.
But from another perspective, this kind of effort in hope often breeds even greater disappointment.
At Nurse Niu's age, she no longer hoped for miracles.
He would complete his daily work step by step. If he saved someone, he would be happy. If he failed, he would not be sad. When it was time to go home, he would leave behind the emotions in the hospital along with the white coat …
However, Nurse Niu still looked forward to seeing a doctor like Ling Ran.
When Nurse Niu asked herself honestly, when she really ran into an incredibly bad situation, she also hoped that there would be a doctor like this who would work hard to increase her chances of survival.
"Prepare magnesium and calcium. Raise your bets. "
Ling Ran's voice was clear and firm.
Nurse Niu turned around to do her work, but she found that a young nurse beside her had already finished her task.
She turned around in surprise and saw Huo Congjun, Chief Physician Tao, and at least twenty to thirty medical staff surrounding her.
Many people had seen prolonged CPR, but not many people had seen successful prolonged CPR.
Ling Ran raised his sore neck. As the chest wall recovered, he gently loosened his grip.
"Heart rate 130 beats per minute, self-regulated heart rate … Blood pressure 120, 74 …" Nurse Niu read the numbers on the monitor.
Ling Ran's fingers trembled as he touched the patient's aorta. His emotions were also fluctuating, but the main reason his fingers trembled was because he had been performing chest compressions for too long.
It was so long that all his muscles started to ache.
"How is it?" Huo Congjun asked expectantly.
"The pulsation is obvious," Ling Ran said in a hoarse voice.
"He's saved, right?" This time, the person who spoke was not Huo Congjun, but a government official. He was also wearing a large white coat. He had dark circles, swollen eyes, and looked anxious.
"We can't be sure yet," Ling Ran said, "Continue to receive plasma and colloid transfusion. Wear an ice cap … and add sodium bicarbonate."
Every time he said something, a nurse would be busy carrying it out.
In this long night, the appearance of a miracle touched everyone's hearts.
"Old Hu, Old Hu …" the fat woman shouted again outside the glass door.
"The patient can't hear you now," a nurse reminded him.
"Even a vegetable can hear him. Bah, bah, bah, our Old Hu can hear him … Old Hu, Old Hu …"
Ling Ran was so tired that he could not speak. He found a chair against the wall and sat down. He did not want to move anymore.
Huo Congjun took out a flashlight, pried open the patient's eyes, and shook them a few times.
"There is a slight reflection of light." Huo Congjun nodded. Of course, the dilation of the pupils was still very large, but he did not say it out.
Ling Ran looked at the ECG monitor and hummed through his nose. He then said to Lu Wenbin beside him, "Give me a glass of water."
"Glucose." The young nurse next to him immediately gave him a small cup with a Doraemon printed on it and said, "The cup is sterilized at high temperature."
Ling Ran gave her a small smile and drank the sweet glucose in the cup in one gulp.
At the same time, he drank a bottle of Energy Serum.
In just a few seconds, Ling Ran felt that the energy and stamina he had used up had been replenished by a huge amount.
"Ling Ran, go take a rest." Huo Congjun said in a low voice and said to the doctor beside him, "Send the patient to the ICU and ask the Neurology Department for consultation."
Ling Ran stood up. He wanted to say something, but in the end, he did not say anything.
CPR did not end when the patient's heartbeat recovered. After performing CPR for such a long period of time, the patient's body would be damaged in all aspects. It was like an army that was on the verge of collapse because it had lost its logistics support. A lot of effort was needed to restore its organization and system.
Ling Ran had some ability and experience in this area, but he needed to analyze the situation in detail, so he did not need to say anything else at this time.
The ICU and the Neurology Department of Yun Hua Hospital were not weak, and they had experience in nursing patients with prolonged CPR.
"Old Hu, Old Hu …"
Outside the glass door, Mrs. Hu watched as the gurney her husband was lying on moved, and she unconsciously followed suit.
Behind her were her son, mother-in-law, and a few friends and colleagues who had heard the news.
After such a long period of CPR, the notice of critical illness had already been sent out. Everyone knew what was going on.
Now, they only had time to thank the heavens, thank the miracle, and hope for another miracle.
"Doctor, thank you." When they reached the elevator, the plump Mrs. Hu suddenly thought of something, turned around, and shouted.
Ling Ran, who was still sitting on the chair, could not help but smile. He stood up slightly and nodded at them.
"Doctor, what's your surname?" Mrs. Hu could not enter the resuscitation room, so she asked through the door.
Ling Ran looked at Huo Congjun, turned around, and said, "My surname is Ling, Ling Ran."
"Doctor Ling Ran, thank you." Mrs. Hu forced a smile. She wanted to say something, but she did not know what to say. Just then, the elevator arrived. She looked at Ling Ran again, turned around, and left.
After entering the elevator, Mrs. Hu patted her son's shoulder again and said, "If your father survives this, let's go back to our hometown, buy two pigs, and send them over to thank him."
Her nine-year-old son nodded dumbly.
"Do you remember his name?"
"Ling Ran." Her son pronounced it accurately.
Exhausted, Mrs. Hu leaned against the elevator, and the elevator shook a few times.
Her mother-in-law did not find fault with her daughter-in-law this time. She secretly prayed to the gods and Buddhas. 'Gods, Buddhas, and the ancestors of the Hu family, please protect me. If my son, Hu Qiang, can survive this time and is healthy, I, Zhu Xiulan, will kill three animals and make a Taoist temple for three days and three nights … Even if there are some sequelae, I will still kill three big fat pigs and invite people to sing for three days and three nights … As long as his head is good and he can eat, drink, and poop on his own, I will also kill two big fat pigs …'
When the elevator door opened and she saw the scene in the ICU, her mother-in-law, Zhu Xiulan, clasped her dry fingers together tightly, and prayed even more sincerely. 'As long as his head is good and he can walk, I will buy the Spring Festival pigs from the Wang family next door to feed everyone … If it doesn't work, if it really doesn't work, just take my life. Anyway, I'm an old, lonely woman. Without my son, I can't live anymore …'
The more Zhu Xiulan thought about it, the sadder she became. Finally, she could not help but sit on the ground and cry.
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