Ling Ran crossed his hands and continued to perform chest compressions with a balanced force.
The patient had already opened an advanced airway and was on a ventilator, which meant that Ling Ran did not need to worry about his breathing.
Ling Ran just kept his head down and continued to perform chest compressions.
The most basic and important part of CPR was chest compressions, and they had to be of high quality.
If the quality of chest compressions was not high, it would be fine at other times, but if the quality of chest compressions was not high when the patient was on life support, it would be fatal.
Wei Jiayou's level of chest compressions was good enough, and it could even be said that he was more than good enough.
In terms of level, Ling Ran judged that his external chest compressions should be at the peak of Specialist Level and close to Master Level.
The reason why he did not reach Master Level was that Wei Jiayou's ability to organize and command a team's CPR was still not good enough.
If he could make up for this shortcoming, the probability of saving today's patient would be very high.
The main thing was that the CPR took too long.
If it was only five to eight minutes, it would be enough for a single person to perform chest compressions.
After more than ten minutes of CPR, even a person made of iron would be deformed. Of course, the movement of chest compressions could still be performed, but the quality would not be high. Only people like Ling Ran could maintain a certain level of effectiveness when the movement was deformed.
But when it came to Wei Jiayou, when he stopped performing chest compressions, the teamwork of the doctors behind him instantly weakened.
Yun Hua Hospital did not carry out extraordinary CPR before this. It was not a problem for the young attending physicians to perform CPR on their own, and they could cooperate with each other for a short period of time. However, once the timeline was extended, the frequency of team CPR would increase, and mistakes would be inevitable.
Now, it was Ling Ran …
There was actually no difference if Ling Ran was the one who performed chest compressions. Chest compressions only ensured the patient's body's lowest level of supply. Next, it depended on the medicine and the patient's own recovery.
"Epinephrine." Ling Ran waited for the frequency of chest compressions to increase before he started to give orders.
After two minutes, Ling Ran said again, "Epinephrine."
Ling Ran needed an epinephrine every two minutes, followed by atropine and lidocaine.
He only needed atropine and lidocaine in small amounts. He just needed epinephrine like crazy. Anyone with a discerning eye would know that Ling Ran wanted to use this method to wake the patient up.
Wei Jiayou could not help but smirk.
How could epinephrine be so magical, especially when used so frequently?
However, since Wei Jiayou was about to be pronounced dead, he would not interfere with Ling Ran's orders. He just watched as Ling Ran was drenched in sweat and the nurse injected him with adrenaline.
"Doctor Ling." Lu Wenbin finally received the news. He ran over and immediately reported to Ling Ran.
Over the past few days, the high-intensity work in the Emergency Department had ended, and the hospital had also given everyone a break in batches. Lu Wenbin had only been squatting in the kitchen for half a day when he saw the news in the group chat, and he could not help himself.
Pork trotters could not run away from the pot. There were plenty of chances to perform CPR in the Emergency Medical Center, but they were all mobile.
Lu Wenbin lived near the hospital. He jogged a few steps and returned to the operating theater. Then, he changed into scrubs and reported to the hospital. He was the first one to return from Ling Ran's treatment group.
"Warm up first." Ling Ran was still performing CPR. He was not in a hurry to let Lu Wenbin take over.
Lu Wenbin did not fully understand the situation, so he nodded and stood by the side to observe Ling Ran's operation.
Compared to the previous CPR, Ling Ran now paid more attention to stability, and … used more adrenaline …
"Add one more epinephrine." The frequency of Ling Ran's epinephrine use was reduced from two minutes to one minute.
Lu Wenbin was shocked. He had just arrived, and he did not think too much. He asked, "Do I need to add so much?"
"Pay attention to the electrocardiogram." Ling Ran did not have time to explain and gave him a direction.
Lu Wenbin looked at the electrocardiogram in a daze.
The difficulty of an electrocardiogram was no less than that of an MRI scan, because it reflected the electrical signals of the heart. It was very difficult to find what one needed from it. Besides, most of the time, the electrocardiogram did not show the moment one wanted to see at all.
However, there was one thing that Lu Wenbin understood. The patient was about to die. According to the standards of 20 years ago, the patient was already considered dead. No matter how much adrenaline was injected into him, he would not die twice.
Yu Yuan and Zuo Cidian arrived ten minutes later than Ling Ran.
At this time, the total duration of CPR had exceeded one hour.
"Get ready to substitute someone." Ling Ran was not very sure that he could pull the patient back, but he felt that there was a chance.
The doctors in Ling Ran's treatment group had practiced cooperation for many hours so that they could perform CPR as a team.
Now that they were familiar with the situation, they lined up according to the positions they used during training and performed high-intensity CPR.
Ling Ran retreated to the side and continued to ask for epinephrine. In many people's eyes, his method seemed to be exactly the same as Wei Jiayou's.
However, there were also a few people who noticed that Ling Ran's frequency of medication had begun to change.
"Dad … Dad …" A young man in his twenties stumbled and ran up.
The head nurse immediately asked two people to go forward and stop the young man.
"You have to sign the informed consent form first. If there's a need for surgery later, it'll be easier for the doctors to operate." Yu Yuan, who had just left, seized the time and said.
The young man quickly signed the informed consent form.
The doctors around them quietly breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this. If they encountered another unreasonable person, the doctors would really break down.
"My dad … How's my dad now?" The young man signed seven or eight papers in one go without even asking.
"He's being resuscitated," the head nurse quickly said.
"Do … do I have to pay?" The young man said with difficulty.
"Of course you have to pay. The hospital has now opened the green channel for you. When the family members come, you have to pay." The head nurse spoke quickly and anxiously, but the content was clear.
The young man looked at his relatives with a troubled expression.
"I have three thousand RMB here. You can use it first."
"I have five thousand RMB."
"Take ten thousand RMB first. We'll talk if it's not enough." The relatives who had been calling and refusing to sign became generous at this time and transferred the money that they had prepared a long time ago to the young man.
The young man was so touched that his eyes were brimming with tears. He thanked them profusely, and after thanking them, he quickly went downstairs to pay.
At the same time, Ling Ran knelt on the gurney again.
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