Chapter 174
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The System panel in the upper right corner of Zheng Ren's vision showed the words "Aortic Dissection Aneurysm (Type I)".
Aortic dissection aneurysm was a condition in which the blood in the aortic lumen entered the aortic media from the torn intima of the aorta, causing the media to separate and expand along the aorta's long axis.
It was commonly seen in high blood pressure and arteriosclerosis. It was a critical disease with a probability of one in 100,000 to one in 200,000.
Although the probability was extremely low, it was not uncommon in hospitals.
There were millions of people in the city with dozens of cases every year. Therefore, clinicians feared aortic dissection aneurysm.
In Sea City, this disease … was incurable.
As for the Provincial Capital, the chances of survival were not high even after surgery for type I aortic dissection aneurysm.
That was because it was the biggest cardiothoracic surgery apart from heart transplants. Even a heart transplant was not as complicated as a type I aortic dissection aneurysm surgery.
Zheng Ren's heart rate rose to 122 beats per minute. He stood up immediately and moved to Cui Heming's side with his hand on the back of the seat.
Cui Heming was sweating profusely and panting like a fish out of water. His face was pale and he was sweating profusely.
"Be quiet. You must be quiet," Zheng Ren said in a low voice. "Don't be nervous. I'm here."
Cui Heming reached out and grabbed Zheng Ren's hand tightly like a drowning man clutching at a straw.
"Flight attendant, I'm a doctor. Is there a place where I can lie down?" Zheng Ren asked.
The flight attendant was terrified by Cui Heming's appearance.
She had never seen a person in such a terrifying state and was out of ideas. When Zheng Ren asked, she subconsciously pointed to the first-class cabin in front of them and said, "Try to lay the chair flat on that side."
"Please make the necessary preparations. I'll go over after I comfort him."
Zheng Ren knew that it was a taboo to suddenly sit up or stand up when an aortic dissection occurred.
A sudden change in blood pressure could lead to a complete aortic tear.
Once the aorta was torn … there would be no chance of resuscitation!
"Cui Heming, do you know who I am?" Zheng Ren looked into Cui Heming's eyes and asked seriously.
"You're Doctor Zheng." Cui Heming's lips trembled and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead and sideburns.
"You don't have to say anything. I'm very skilled in medicine. Please believe me," Zheng Ren said.
This sentence was just a psychological hint. But at this time, those who could say such words were all responsible people.
Cui Heming felt terrible, but holding Zheng Ren's hand gave him a sense of security.
The helplessness of that night, the praise from the old professor at Imperial Capital Hospital, the silk banner in his hand, and the gratitude from the patients outside the emergency building of Sea City General Hospital were the cornerstones of this sense of security.
He nodded with an effort.
"Please relax. Don't be nervous. I'll carry you to the front to lie down for a while." Zheng Ren held Cui Heming's hand tightly to give him a sense of security. Then, he shouted, "Miss stewardess, do you have a stretcher?"
"Yes, yes," the stewardess said quickly.
There were stretchers on the plane, but most people had never seen one before.
No one wished that they would have the chance to meet him.
"Su Yun, lend me a hand!" Zheng Ren's voice was not loud, but it was firm and commanding.
Su Yun took off his headphones and looked back.
He didn't know what had happened and was confused. However, Zheng Ren's tone was clearly commanding and his superior's aura was vividly displayed.
Su Yun had no time to identify what had happened and immediately helped the flight attendant carry the stretcher to Cui Heming's side.
"Relax, relax. Breathe normally. Don't take deep breaths," Zheng Ren said softly as if he was a psychologist hypnotizing a patient.
Zheng Ren had learned a few psychology tutorials on his own and he could not help using them now.
He only hoped that Cui Heming's blood pressure would not rise due to anxiety.
Once the aorta ruptured …
He would be finished!
Cui Heming's breathing gradually calmed down and his expression was no longer as grim. Perhaps it was due to Zheng Ren's psychological hint or the infinite charm attribute given by the System's mission.
However, the intermittent, intense pain continued to stimulate him.
A minute later, Zheng Ren judged that Cui Heming's condition was stable and carefully helped him onto the stretcher.
When they arrived at the first-class cabin, the flight attendant had already placed an empty seat as flat as possible.
"What happened?" a passenger in the first-class cabin asked.
Zheng Ren glanced at the middle-aged man who had brought the old man with terminal lung cancer onto the plane.
"High blood pressure. It's just a small problem, but it's nothing," Zheng Ren said in a low voice.
The man immediately came to help when he saw Cui Heming's condition.
The blood pressure in a supine position was relatively more stable than in a sitting position. Otherwise, Zheng Ren would not have taken such a big risk.
However, the conditions on the plane were limited, so he could only try his best to make Cui Heming as comfortable as possible.
"Do you have a blood pressure monitor?" Zheng Ren asked.
The middle-aged woman had already taken out a portable blood pressure monitor from the first-aid kit. Su Yun took it and started measuring Cui Heming's blood pressure.
"I don't think it's right. What do you think it is?" The middle-aged man pulled Zheng Ren aside and asked softly after placing Cui Heming on a chair.
"Aortic dissection, type 1." Zheng Ren's lips moved slightly.
The middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed and became serious.
"You are?" Zheng Ren stared at the first-aid kit and asked.
"I'm Xia Hua, a doctor from the cardiothoracic surgery department of the Second Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University." Xia Hua extended his hand.
Zheng Ren also extended his hand and shook it. "Sea City General Hospital, Zheng Ren. Do you have any medicine? "
"I have oral antihypertensive drugs, but no intravenous pump or intravenous drugs," Xia Hua said awkwardly.
"That's good. Double the dose of beta-blockers and vasodilators. Do you have any analgesics? "Zheng Ren did not hesitate to take on the heavy responsibility of directing the resuscitation.
Xia Hua was stunned. This tone … sounded like his department chief.
Zheng Ren seemed to be in his twenties. Where did his confidence come from?
Even in the cardiothoracic department of the Second Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University, he could not be sure that the patient before him could be saved, let alone on a plane that lacked medical supplies.
This kind of confidence … was really inexplicable.
However, Xia Hua did not say anything. Instead, he went to his first-aid kit and took out metoprolol, nitroglycerin, and analgesics. He asked the flight attendant for a bottle of water and gave it to Cui Heming.
"Blood pressure is 195/125," Su Yun whispered to Zheng Ren after taking his blood pressure.
No one spoke loudly, afraid that any words would provoke Cui Heming and cause his blood pressure to continue to rise.
Zheng Ren's heart was cold.
Without intravenous infusion of medication, Cui Heming could die at any second or minute with such high blood pressure.
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