Zhou Litao personally came to the emergency room.
Fang Lin had realized that there might be a problem before he called 120. The diagnosis of pulmonary torsion should be correct.
Although Boss Zheng insisted on doing a fluoroscopy if the patient's condition permitted, Fang Lin noticed that when Boss Zheng mentioned the patient's condition, he also used the diagnosis of pulmonary torsion.
Once the lung torsion occurred, the patient must be rescued and operated on as soon as possible. Otherwise, once necrosis or gangrene appeared, it would be terrible.
After informing the nurses to prepare for the emergency treatment, Fang Lin called the operating theater and said that he had an emergency patient who might need to be on the operating table immediately.
However, the anesthesiologist had urged them twice, but the patient had yet to arrive.
Fang Lin was also speechless.
It had been more than an hour, so they should have arrived by now. Moreover, both he and Cui Lao had repeatedly reminded the patient's family members to come as soon as possible.
Why was it so troublesome to do something?
Fang Lin cursed silently as he made the call.
However, the final outcome made Fang Lin not know whether to laugh or cry. The patient's family member actually got lost in the concrete jungle of the Imperial Capital.
MD！ He had struck the jackpot today!
Fang Lin first called Zhou Litao and told him that he would personally make a house call. Then, he called the city's first-aid center and asked for an ambulance to pick up the patient.
Pulmonary torsion could not be delayed.
However, he did not know when the patient's family would arrive. He held the phone and wanted to call the medical administration, but he hesitated before the call went through.
If he called the Medical Administration Division, who would answer him? A patient who had not gone through the admission procedures and had not even been on the first-aid ambulance had nothing to do with the 912 in theory.
This patient's condition was special. He couldn't afford to waste even a minute.
In his anxiety, Fang Lin thought of Boss Zheng.
More than half a year ago, when Boss Zheng was still Chief Zheng, he still looked a little inexperienced. But he …
Fang Lin felt that he shouldn't think about this. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he had lived in vain.
He did not hesitate to call Zheng Ren and explain the situation. Boss Zheng agreed immediately.
After hanging up the phone, Fang Lin recalled that he seemed to have done it flawlessly. If they had to wait for the patient's family to find the patient themselves, they might only be able to send the patient over tomorrow.
It was more likely that the patient's family had returned to their hometown with the urn.
The film was shot in his hometown, and it had been three days since then. Although the pulmonary veins were angled and not completely blocked, who knew what had changed in the past few days.
Fang Lin hoped that he was alright. Fang Lin knew that this was all he could do.
Do your best and leave the rest to fate.
He sent a WeChat message to Zhou Litao to let him judge the situation so that he could make preparations.
Zhou Litao replied with an "I know" emoji.
As soon as he turned off his phone, Boss Zheng and a few people in suits came up.
This speed … Fang Lin suddenly had a strange thought. Did this group of people from Xinglin Garden have a small team that wandered around the Imperial Capital every day? Once Boss Zheng needed it, it would flash in front of him.
How did they arrive in less than five minutes?
"Has the first-aid ambulance arrived?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Not yet …" Fang Lin was sweating profusely. Boss Zheng was too fast.
"Oh, there's no rush," Zheng Ren said. "Have you contacted the operating theater?"
"Alright, the anesthesiologist has asked twice if the patient has arrived. Get ready to see the patient."
"The anesthesiologist, I'm looking for Old He. If it's really a reversal, there will be a lot of trouble during the surgery," Zheng Ren said.
As he spoke, Fang Lin's phone rang.
"Director Zhou."
"Uh … okay, we'll prepare it right away. Please send him directly to the operating theater! "
With that, Fang Lin hung up the phone.
"Boss Zheng, the patient's breathing is extremely difficult. His blood oxygen saturation is about 80%. He's now in a semi-conscious state with hemoptysis. "
Zheng Ren was shocked.
This was a sign of aggravation of the pulmonary torsion.
The pulmonary artery was completely blocked, leading to … Forget it, it was useless to think so much.
"Chief Lin, the patient's condition is very urgent. Considering pulmonary torsion with necrosis, we need to explore it during the surgery." Zheng Ren called Lin Ge. "Okay, please tell the patient downstairs. If there are financial problems, the staff of Xinglin Garden are downstairs."
"Okay, then I'll go on stage."
After saying that, Zheng Ren walked out quickly.
Uh … Fang Lin was at a loss.
Should he accompany him or not? Emergency surgeries were usually performed by the chief resident. He would open it first. If there were problems or if he could not do it, he would call the second-rate professor.
But once Boss Zheng went on …
"Fang Lin, you deal with the problem downstairs. The boss and I will go up first to help you open it," Su Yun explained to Fang Lin as he ran. As Su Yun ran, he explained to Fang Lin. His voice became softer and softer, and finally, his figure and voice disappeared around the corner.
Help … Fang Lin was speechless. He thought to himself, Brother Yun, your hands must have been itching for a long time.
However, there was indeed a need for people downstairs. This kind of urgent surgery, all kinds of preoperative problems were not something that a doctor could handle.
Zheng Ren and Su Yun jogged all the way to the operating theater. On the way, Su Yun called Hu Yanhui and informed her to go directly to the operating theater.
If the patient's family arrived and agreed to the live broadcast of the surgery, it could start immediately.
"Boss, if today's surgery can be broadcast live, we have to turn on the microphone," Su Yun said.
"Why?" Zheng Ren had never been interested in things like turning on the microphone and communicating.
"You know the medical history, but other doctors don't," Su Yun said very formally and seriously. Su Yun said very formally and seriously, "Only by introducing the medical history properly can we let others know that pulmonary torsion is a serious disease. Only by knowing all kinds of situations will we not misdiagnose and treat it when we encounter it again in the future. "
"Okay, you tell him," Zheng Ren said.
"Of course I'll do it. Why don't you do it?" Seeing that Zheng Ren agreed, Su Yun blew at his forehead, looking very proud.
"Yiren …" Zheng Ren suddenly remembered and hurriedly called Xie Yiren.
On the phone, Xie Yiren's voice did not sound angry. It was gentle and soft, as usual. There was nothing strange about it.
Zheng Ren hung up the phone and walked into the changing room. Only then did he let out a long breath.
"Boss, you're finished." Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren with a smile.
"Huh?"
"It's not a big deal if a woman is angry and yells. Don't you know this kind of calm and quiet water flows deep? "
Zheng Ren quickly changed his clothes while thinking about Su Yun's words.
Not to mention, it was really possible.
Zheng Ren's heart sank. His face was a little green, and there was a look of disgust.
"If there's no such thing, I'll just ask Yiren out for dinner tonight. But look at you, looking for Yiren means going on stage to perform the surgery. If this isn't a death wish, what is? " Su Yun quickly put on his clothes and kept nagging, "Tsk tsk, let's see how you explain it."
"…"
Zheng Ren was a little confused and at a loss.
Forget it, I don't care!
He picked up the radiographic films, a rogue in his heart. At most, he would just smile and say something good. Although he did not know what to say and it was most likely an awkward conversation, there would not be any problems. Zheng Ren encouraged himself.
Surgery Broadcast Room
Surgery Broadcast Room
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