Just as Feng Jianguo was about to check on the situation, a hand pushed him aside. It was forceful and merciless.
"Fiberoptic bronchoscope!" Zheng Ren unplugged the ventilator and began artificial respiration without hesitation.
Before the anesthesiologist could react, he saw that the patient's limbs had begun to change color and cyanosis, and his abdomen was swollen. He was shocked. Was the tracheal intubation inserted into the esophagus?
"What are you waiting for?!" Su Yun roared from behind, "Fiberoptic bronchoscope! Go get it! "
His roar was like a whip, hitting the anesthesiologist's body.
His … tracheal intubation was in the wrong position?
The patient's airway was a little deformed and the glottis could not be seen. However, he had used a special technique so it should be fine.
However, when he saw that the patient was hypoxic and the blood oxygen saturation on the ECG monitor had dropped to 70%, he had no choice but to accept the truth.
Su Yun waited for two seconds. Seeing that the anesthesiologist was still in a daze, he kicked his butt and scolded, "Are you waiting for something to happen?! Idiot! "
The anesthesiologist did not have time to argue. His mind was filled with the patient's preoperative asphyxiation.
This was a major medical accident. He woke up immediately and jogged to get the fiberoptic bronchoscope.
"Su Yun, is there a problem with the tracheal intubation?" Feng Jianguo asked in a low voice.
Although they were in the operating room, it was better to keep a low voice when it came to medical accidents. This was a habit and also the Sword of Damocles hanging above doctors' heads.
Any doctor would have an inexplicable sense of reverence for it.
"It's probably an airway deformed and inserted into the esophagus," Su Yun said. "Boss, can you do it? If not, I'll do it."
Zheng Ren ignored him and performed standard artificial respiration to maintain the last bit of oxygen for the patient who had already been given muscle relaxants.
In less than a minute, the anesthesiologist ran back with a box.
Before he could do anything, Su Yun grabbed the box containing the fiberoptic bronchoscope and began to skillfully assemble it.
Like a special forces soldier assembling a gun, the fiberoptic bronchoscope was assembled almost instantly.
Although Zheng Ren's back was facing Su Yun, he seemed to be able to see his movements. The moment the assembly was complete, Zheng Ren reached out and Su Yun subconsciously handed the mirror to him.
He took a deep breath and gave the patient lying on the operating table one last mouthful of artificial respiration before inserting the fiberoptic bronchoscope.
After 6.78 seconds, he said in a deep voice, "Connect the ventilator."
The anesthesiologist was dumbfounded.
This was an extremely dangerous situation that the Department of Anesthesiology rarely encountered.
The patient had lost the ability to breathe on his own under the influence of the drug, and there was no oxygen supply. It was obvious what would happen.
The difficulty lay in the airway malformation. There was a time limit for the fiberoptic bronchoscope. He had to be steady, accurate, and fast. There was no extra time for him to squander.
Boss Zheng had taken 10 seconds to do this?
After connecting the ventilator, he observed the patient's vital signs. He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that his thoracic cage was recovering and his blood oxygen saturation was slowly rising after the injection of pure oxygen.
He put on gloves, picked up the suction tube, and started suctioning the patient's sputum.
"Boss, did you … see a case of traumatic pulmonary edema?" Su Yun asked.
"Yes, I went under the mirror and saw a lot of secretion." Zheng Ren said calmly. A large amount of blood secretions from the airway were sucked out with a hissing sound. Zheng Ren was relieved after that.
He did not blame the anesthesiologist. Instead, he asked, "What injury?"
"The fountain. It directly tore the lower body and the intestines came out," Feng Jianguo said. "Radiographic films … Xiaocao, where are the radiographic films?"
"On the stretcher trolley. I'll get it." Quan Xiaocao hurried to the stretcher trolley at the door to get the radiographic films.
"Give them to me." Zheng Ren's gaze was focused on the radiographic films. He did not look at Quan Xiaocao. He took the bag, took out the radiographic films, and inserted them into the radiographic film viewer.
"Su Yun, scrub your hands and disinfect them. Hurry up," Zheng Ren said as he looked at the radiographic films.
"The pelvic fracture is so serious." Su Yun glanced at the radiographic films and immediately turned to disinfect them. He patted the anesthesiologist's shoulder and said, "Brother, I'm sorry. Put on a lead apron and sit inside. "
"Okay." The anesthesiologist squeezed out a sound from his throat and followed Su Yun to put on a lead apron.
"Boss Zheng, the surgery is very difficult." Feng Jianguo looked at the radiographic films together with Zheng Ren. He had taken a cursory look earlier and knew that it was extremely difficult.
Rectal rupture, small bowel prolapse, and a burst injury. ,
Just this diagnosis in Feng Jianguo's mind was that the patient's prognosis was poor. Severe infection, large areas of anal area laceration, contusion, and laceration, made the surgery extremely complicated.
As for the patient himself …
The more he thought about it, the more he felt a headache. Feng Jianguo sighed.
"Let's do it bit by bit. It depends on the situation. If it doesn't work, find the gynecologist to repair it," Zheng Ren said.
"Now?" Feng Jianguo asked.
"Let them get ready. They'll come up when we're almost done with the surgery," Zheng Ren said.
"Boss, go and scrub your hands," Su Yun said.
Zheng Ren's body paused for a moment as if he did not hear Su Yun's words.
"What's wrong?" Su Yun asked as he disinfected.
"I have to call Yiren," Zheng Ren said. Then, he said to the scrub nurse, "I'm sorry. My scrub nurse will go on stage later."
"The surgery is so difficult?" Su Yun was surprised.
Zheng Ren nodded slightly. He took out his phone and called Xie Yiren. Then, he went to scrub his hands.
Disinfection and laying a sterile sheet were completed as quickly as possible.
Feng Jianguo and the scrub nurse hid out. In the operating room, there was a large open suitcase. The limping young man brought a pile of medical supplies to Chief Zheng.
Soon, he walked out with half of the medical supplies.
"Little Feng, you've prepared a little too much," Feng Jianguo asked as kindly as possible.
"Professor Feng, I don't have any judgment on the patient's condition. I don't know what Chief Zheng needs for the surgery. I can only try my best to bring everything so that Chief Zheng can choose. "Feng Xuhui smiled shyly.
Feng Jianguo felt something and seemed to inadvertently glance at Quan Xiaocao.
The silly child was nervously watching Chief Zheng and Su Yun through the lead-lined glass. She did not notice Feng Xuhui's words.
Feng Jianguo was a little emotional. Many things had to be experienced before one could understand how important they were.
Now, even if he pulled Quan Xiaocao's ear and told her what to do, the effect would probably be very limited.
A normal doctor could be taught by pulling someone's ears. However, learning from Chief Zheng depended on Xiaocao's own fate.
The airtight lead door closed and the anesthesiologist stayed in the operating room.
He did not dare to be careless again. It was the safest to stay inside. It was not that he was safe, but the patient was the safest!
Although he had to take the thread, he had no choice but to take it at this time.
He only hoped that Chief Zheng's surgery would be faster.
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