"Why isn't the gastric tube prepared? Take it out as soon as possible. When the patient is sent over, the gastric tube and urethral tube will be inserted at the same time as the venous channel is established. "Zheng Ren saw that the preparations were quite rough, so his words could not help but become sharp.
A group of medical staff began to get busy. Like worker ants, they took out all kinds of things that Zheng Ren requested.
In fact, it was possible to take them after the patient was sent over, but it would take more than ten seconds or even dozens of seconds.
It was possible that in just a few dozen seconds, a child's life and death could be decided.
"Prepare the tracheal intubation kit!"
"Open the sputum aspirator! Prepare the sputum aspirator. Open a bottle of saline for external use! "
"Liquid! Prepare the crystals and colloids! "
A series of medical instructions were shouted in the emergency resuscitation room. It was not until the shrill sound of the first-aid ambulance came from afar and got closer and closer that Zheng Ren ran towards the door.
Liu Xuzhi was dumbfounded. He stood to the side, at a loss.
Perhaps to Boss Zheng, these were all conventional methods. But to Liu Xuzhi, this set of methods was simply too professional.
At this moment, Boss Zheng looked like a real doctor.
Zheng Ren did not think too much about it. All his attention was focused on the patient. Everything else was blurred and pixelated.
There was a very worrying thing here — the People's Hospital of Xilin Town did not have a hybrid operating table!
From the beginning of interventional surgery, whether it was Sea City or the 912, there were not too many hybrid operating tables. Especially the 912. As long as it was an operating theater, there would be a hybrid operating table.
If his judgment was not wrong, the patient needed to go to the interventional operating theater for embolization and then rush to the operating theater for surgery.
There was still at least three minutes of walking in between. This was the gate of hell. It was hard for Zheng Ren to say whether he could make it or not.
As for the specifics, it would depend on fate, Zheng Ren thought to himself.
A first-aid ambulance drove over at lightning speed, followed by a black Passat. It looked like it was the patient's family member.
The ambulance began to slow down when it was 100 meters away from the gate and stopped very smoothly.
The stretcher trolley was pushed over and the patient was picked up. Zheng Ren saw the bright red System panel as if blood was about to drip down.
There were a few particularly fatal diagnoses — pelvic arteriovenous plexus rupture, hemorrhagic shock, intestinal rupture, right kidney contusion, liver contusion, and traumatic wet lung.
It was similar to what Zheng Ren had expected. The only thing he did not know if the condition was serious was the kidney contusion.
The child was lying on the stretcher trolley. His skin was pale and moist, and he twitched from time to time. Her father had encountered a huge shock, and he was completely stunned. His limbs were weak, and he could only subconsciously half lie on her body, holding the patient's upper body in place and trying his best not to let her move.
From the Passat at the back, a few women helped a person out of the car. Zheng Ren did not look carefully, but he guessed that it was the young patient's mother.
A 5cm thick metal rod stabbed deep into his lower body, and the exposed parts were sawed off. From the looks of it, it was impossible to move the chair and the pedestal, so the first thing they did was to ask the firefighters to help cut it off.
The stretcher trolley was quickly transferred to the emergency resuscitation room.
Venous access was established. Gastric tube and urinary catheter were inserted. If they were in the 912 and encountered a particularly urgent emergency patient, all of this could be done in the operating theater. However, this was a border town, so he dared not take the risk.
The patient's blood pressure was extremely low. What if he went on stage to operate, but the nurses below could not insert the needle, take out the blood sample, and establish a venous channel? What should he do?
Without an immediate blood transfusion, no matter how good the surgery was, the patient would only die.
Zheng Ren followed the stretcher trolley and ran back to the emergency resuscitation room. With one shoulder, he pushed the nurse who was holding a syringe and wanted to draw blood to the side.
"Deep venous catheterization kit!" Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.
Although they did not know him, he gave people a feeling that victory was in his grasp when he appeared. Moreover, the director was present, but his attitude was as honest as a dog. It still made the medical staff of the emergency department make the right choice.
The deep venous catheterization kit was opened. Zheng Ren first disinfected it and then put on sterile gloves.
One needle.
Blood.
After the first tube of blood was drawn, Zheng Ren habitually retracted his hand.
However, no one picked it up.
His habits were different. It was really a headache.
"Nurse, send the blood!" Zheng Ren roared.
"Oh, oh." A nurse beside him was stunned by the scene in front of her. The blood vessels were as shriveled as two pieces of paper. How could the needle go in so easily?
"Saline!
"The one who's sending the blood, run! Run as fast as you can!
"Director Wang, either you keep an eye on him or find someone to keep an eye on him. The blood transfusion department has to be fast, fast!"
Zheng Ren could feel the background color of the patient's System panel start to fade. His voice started to become urgent.
The hoarse roar itself had the effect of making one's adrenaline and dopamine surge.
The rusty machine started to run with all its might under Zheng Ren's control, making squeaky noises.
Fortunately, Zheng Ren was the best mechanic. He could predict which parts might have problems in advance.
For example, the blood transfusion department, the operating theater, and …
After fixing the venous catheterization tube and connecting the fluid, Zheng Ren took off his sterile gloves and ran toward the interventional radiology operating theater with the patient.
Director Wang glanced at the patient's blood pressure, which was 60/30 mmHg. He knew the chances of survival were slim. He wanted to comfort the patient's father. They were old friends, but before he could say a word, Zheng Ren shouted at him.
The messy and unruly emergency personnel were like innocent lambs that were forced and urged by a lion. Finally, all of them started running.
Director Wang followed along, panting, as the stretcher trolley sped toward the operating theater.
Although the distance was not long, less than 200 meters in total, Director Wang felt like all the energy in his body had been sucked out.
He forced himself to keep up, calling the blood transfusion department as he ran toward the operating theater. He wanted to arrange for the blood type to be matched as soon as possible.
Zheng Ren brought the patient to the interventional radiology operating theater. The team of experts had yet to disperse.
However, Zheng Ren only knew Zhou Chunyong's standard. He did not know the others. That did not matter. They could not go on stage anyway. If they wanted to perform surgery, they would have to bring at least one local doctor.
Once they arrived, they had more than enough manpower.
The team of experts was obviously more professional than the emergency staff in a border town. Although they were radiologists, they could tell the patient's injury was serious.
They immediately helped to carry the patient to the operating table. They tried not to touch the pressure bar that was inserted into the patient's body.
Suddenly, Zheng Ren realized that he had forgotten something.
There was no ventilator in this interventional radiology operating theater.
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