"Boss, the surgery is very difficult," Su Yun said.
Zheng Ren opened his eyes, feeling a little tired.
It wasn't that he couldn't accept failure, but he had failed too many times. Using interventional surgery to complete an almost impossible task …
Even Boss Zheng, who was made of iron, was mentally and physically exhausted.
"What are you thinking? Why do I feel a little tired? Boss, it can't be. You're still thinking about Uncle Ning! "Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren in surprise and asked.
"Nothing." Zheng Ren sighed.
A small hand rested on the back of his left hand and he grabbed her hand, the exhaustion in his heart gone.
"The surgery is very difficult," Zheng Ren repeated.
"What do we need to do?" Su Yun did not argue with Zheng Ren. He was contemplating the surgery process.
However, no matter how he thought about it, he would only see the words' this road is blocked '.
"Don't go on stage. Prepare to save him with Lao He." Zheng Ren already had a preliminary plan in his heart.
"…" Su Yun was startled.
"A lot of emergency drugs have to be given in as soon as possible. I'm afraid that Old He won't be able to handle it.
The guide wire entered the inferior vena cava from the femoral vein. The embolus was removed first, and then the basket catheter was inserted through the tricuspid valve. I think it will be very serious atrial fibrillation. Are you confident on your side? "
Zheng Ren's explanation was very simple, but Su Yun knew what Zheng Ren was going to do after listening to the description.
He did not answer Zheng Ren's question. Instead, he asked, "The adhesion between the PICC pipe and the pulmonary artery is very strong. Are you sure it won't tear?"
"Yes," Zheng Ren said in a low voice.
This confirmation sounded nonsensical, but Su Yun believed it.
"I'm fine on my side. Lao He is experienced, and with me, it won't be a problem if it's just atrial fibrillation. There was no need for propafenone or sotalol. Instead, he used amiodarone in a limited amount. If his blood pressure can't be controlled, give him epinephrine and isoproterenol. "
Zheng Ren nodded. Su Yun was reliable.
When faced with an extremely difficult situation, it was impossible for one person to handle it alone. They had to rely on the entire medical team.
To be honest, he did not manage to complete a single surgery in the System's operating theater until the very end.
However, Zheng Ren had his own assessment of the surgery process. He could not complete it alone, but it did not mean that the entire medical team could not complete it.
This was because in the operating theater of the System, atrial fibrillation could not be controlled. If he were to treat the atrial fibrillation with drugs, he would not be able to perform the surgery.
As time passed, the test subjects would die.
This was a dead knot.
Outside, he could at least give it a try.
He could only give it a try. Zheng Ren was not completely confident.
"Boss, Lil Fugui didn't come with us." Su Yun frowned.
Professor Rudolf Wagner was too immersed in the sea of information to care about anything else.
Every day, he worked late into the night.
After the professors of the various classes returned to China to carry out the TIPS surgery, countless information was gathered in the professor's hands. He had no time to save the stage with Zheng Ren.
"I'll make it myself. No problem." Zheng Ren said, "The difficulty is to artificially cause mechanical insufficiency of the tricuspid valve, causing continuous atrial fibrillation."
"Atrial fibrillation can be controlled with medication."
"I'll strip the PICC catheter as soon as possible. You and Lao He have to give me at least five minutes." Zheng Ren tightened his grip on Xie Yiren's hand.
Five minutes was the best he could do.
No matter how short it was, even he, who was at the peak of interventional surgery, could not achieve it.
"Boss, in your dreams!" Su Yun roared, scaring Xie Yiren.
"Hmm?"
"With me here, fifty minutes won't be a problem!"
This was a habitual bragging. Zheng Ren ignored Su Yun's words.
"It can't be cut open." Zheng Ren sighed. "Actually, if the patient is a healthy person, it's best to cut open the embolus and then take out the PICC tube under extracorporeal circulation. But the patient is a patient with a terminal tumor … "
In the final pause, there was no need to say anything.
Su Yun was silent. He thought for at least ten minutes and finally nodded. He said, "I'm 100% confident in three minutes. I want to try in five minutes. Yiren will probably have to go in. Otherwise, I'm afraid it won't be easy on your side. "
"It's okay. It'll only take a few minutes. Don't worry about me," Xie Yiren said firmly.
"I'll fight for it. Why is your side so slow?" Su Yun nagged.
"…" Zheng Ren shook his head. Five minutes. Using a catheter to dissociate the PICC tube attached to the pulmonary artery. Was that considered slow?
Su Yun!
There was silence in the car.
Zheng Ren and Su Yun were thinking about the tasks they needed to undertake.
This surgery was like a f * cking life.
Difficult.
It was too difficult!
He shuttled through the traffic in the Imperial Capital at his fastest speed and arrived at the Imperial Capital Cancer Hospital.
At the entrance of the Inpatient Department, Director Lin led a group of people to 'welcome' Boss Zheng's medical team who had come to save the stage.
Director Lin was conflicted at first, but after a period of time, the omnipotent high-dimensional time had healed the small wound in his heart.
Everything was for the patient's life. There was no need to say more.
Seeing Boss Zheng jump out of the car, Director Lin sighed. This legendary Boss Zheng was really young!
At this age, he was still scolded by the professor in charge of the clinical group.
However, Boss Zheng had actually brought his own medical team to save the stage!
His own medical team …
Sigh, Director Lin suddenly thought of his own girl.
"Boss Zheng, it's been hard on you." Director Lin reached out his hand very formally and formally.
Zheng Ren shook his hand and said directly, "Director Lin, I only have a 60% chance of the success of the surgery."
"…"
Everyone around them was stunned.
Even Boss Zheng only had a 60% chance of doing it? No! Perhaps he was already afraid even before the surgery.
Some people even began to think that those magical rescues and surgeries were a conspiracy between the 912 and Xinglin Garden for publicity.
However, Boss Zheng was as steady as a mountain. He did not panic at all. This kind of bearing was not something that young people could have.
This was the tempering of countless successful rescues and surgeries!
Some people were puzzled, some people sighed, and some people were worried.
"Do your best. If you can't do it, transfer to the 912 for thoracotomy surgery." Director Lin sighed.
"There's no need for thoracotomy. The blow is too big. After all, it's a patient with late cancer," Zheng Ren said in a deep voice. "Tell the patient's family that if the surgery fails, give up."
His tone was slightly cold.
Almost 100% of clinicians had given the patient's family advice to give up treatment, but it was a little too much for a doctor from the 912 to go to the Imperial Capital Cancer Hospital to give this advice.
Director Lin's eyebrows twitched slightly.
"The patient is still under general anesthesia?"
"Yes." Professor Zhong nodded and said, "I didn't take it out."
"It's best if it's not moved. I looked at the radiographic films during the surgery. If we really tear it hard, the pulmonary artery will be broken," Zheng Ren said with certainty. "Since the patient is still under anesthesia, let's hurry up and perform the surgery. I suggest that we talk to the patient's family about it before the surgery. "
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