"Boss Zheng, I just heard what Doctor Su … Brother Yun said." Lin Yuan also came to put on the lead apron. When he saw Zheng Ren putting on the lead hat for Xie Yiren, he felt very loving and envious.
"Yes," Zheng Ren answered indifferently, as if he was talking to all the mosaic in the past.
His heart was fully focused on the surgery.
"I can be in charge of the defibrillator," Lin Yuan said.
This was something she had thought about for a long time before she thought of what she could do.
Surgery? With Boss Zheng and Chief Zhong around, he was afraid that he would not be able to go up.
"No, we'll implant the pacemaker first," Zheng Ren said.
This was the result of his serious consideration for a long time. To perform this surgery, a pacemaker had to be implanted before the surgery could be performed.
"…" Lin Yuan was stunned.
In order to remove the embolus and the PICC catheter, they had to use a pacemaker?!
If it was that serious, could the surgery still be done like this?
Lin Yuan could not be blamed for this.
The purpose of the surgery was very clear. It was rare for someone to perform an anterior surgery in order to remove a dislodged PICC catheter.
Although Lin Yuan was not assigned anything, he still stubbornly put on his lead apron and prepared to enter the operating theater.
Zheng Ren glanced at Lin Yuan and did not stop him. Instead, he carefully helped Xie Yiren put on all kinds of protective gear. Xie Yiren was wrapped up like a tin man, looking a little cute.
Professor Zhong also consciously put on his clothes and washed his hands.
For him, he was more curious about how Boss Zheng was going to perform this surgery.
Others thought that a 60% success rate was very low, but Professor Zhong thought that this success rate was already ridiculously high.
When he heard Zheng Ren and Lin Yuan talking, he was not particularly surprised. It seemed that Boss Zheng was really going to pass the catheter through the tricuspid valve bit by bit.
After entering the operating theater, Zheng Ren put on his clothes and said, "Lao He, 20ml saline + 0.8mg of Cidran, intravenous injection."
Lao He began to carry out the doctor's order without hesitation.
This was a fast saturation dosage, which was rarely given to Westland.
Siddelia was a fast-acting cardiac stimulant. It could strengthen the contraction of the heart muscle and slow down the heart rate and conduction, but its effect was fast and the accumulation was small.
Usually, the highest dose given was 0.4 mg. Yet, he didn't do anything and just gave 0.8 mg first …
Professor Zhong was judging the necessity of giving the medicine in this way.
Perhaps, perhaps he should give it this way. Professor Zhong was not sure. After all, this was what the surgeon needed. He was not the surgeon.
Seeing that Lao He was pushing the medicine, Zheng Ren said, "Micro pump, give another 0.8 mg in an hour."
"…" Professor Zhong was stunned.
The maximum dosage of Sideland was 1.6 mg per day. If the dosage was saturated in a short period of time, what would happen if the patient's heartbeat was not good?
Besides, what if the digitalis was poisoned by the way he was giving the medicine?
Atrial fibrillation, dyadic rhythm … Professor Zhong shuddered when he thought of this.
It was indeed domineering!
Taking medicine was just like being a person, overbearing to the extreme!
But … was it really necessary?
If Professor Zhong was the chief surgeon, he felt that he would definitely be able to react accordingly. He would only use the medication when the patient needed it.
Although the metabolism of the drug would take a few minutes, it was safer that way.
Professor Zhong cursed in his heart, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he quietly began to put on his clothes.
"You're Professor Zhong, right?" Su Yun asked lightly as he sorted out the emergency medicine. He glanced at him from the corner of his eye.
"Zhong Xin, you are …"
"It doesn't matter who I am. Are you sure you can perform the surgery?" Su Yun's contemptuous tone made the hearts of the people who were standing in the operating theater and watching everyone busy tremble.
This was the rhythm of looking for a fight.
If he could do it, would there be a need to invite Boss Zheng over from the 912?
He knew the answer but still asked!
Professor Zhong was also stunned. He didn't say anything, so why did someone start to find fault with him?!
This was too f * cking much!
Seeing that Professor Zhong was silent, Su Yun sneered and said, "If you're the chief surgeon, we'll go down."
"Uh …" Professor Zhong did not know what was going on. Due to the tyrannical power of the rumors, he did not dare to scold the junior doctor like he did in his own family. Instead, he said calmly, "I'll go on stage and give Boss Zheng a hand. May I know what advice you have?"
"I don't dare to give advice," Su Yun said coldly. "Giving a hand means that you're an assistant. Your assistant doesn't lay out the sheets? Just wash your hands and put on your clothes. Wait for the surgeon to do this? Isn't that a little too much? "
"…"
Professor Zhong almost cried when he heard this.
He had been a surgeon for more than ten years, so he had long forgotten about things like laying out sheets.
He habitually put on his clothes after washing his hands.
However, he did not expect Boss Zheng's assistant to catch onto his mistake and scold him.
Director Lin felt that this was simply too outrageous and wanted to say a few words to persuade him.
However, when the words were about to come out of his mouth, he suddenly realized that although what Su Yun had just said was not pleasant to hear, it was the truth!
What did he say?
What was there to say? Let the surgeon lay out the sheets? If that was the case, would he need an assistant to do nothing?
Director Lin saw that Professor Zhong was embarrassed. No matter what, he was an expert invited. Even if he did not know what to say, he had to smooth things over.
Just as he was about to speak, he heard Boss Zheng say in a deep voice, "It's okay, Professor Zhong. Lin Yuan, scrub your hands and lay out the sheets. "
F * ck … Director Lin almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
My girl, who was like a pearl in the palm, was being ordered around just like that?!
This was too much!
Too arrogant!
Too domineering!
However, all of Director Lin's anger was immediately defeated by Lin Yuan's clear answer.
"Okay!" Lin Yuan answered very calmly and turned around to scrub his hands.
However, Director Lin could hear more things from this word.
This was the tone that his lass would only use when she was happy.
What was there for her to be happy about? She just had to scrub her hands and go on stage to disinfect. Then, she had to stand below and wait.
Most importantly, she had to eat thread!
Although he was wearing a lead scarf, Lin Yuan's neck was long, and a section of his fair skin was exposed. Director Lin's heart ached when he saw it. How much thread did he have to eat?
However, this was an emergency rescue. As long as the person was not dead, he had to go on stage.
Even if a group of doctors died, they had to die on the operating table.
His heart was filled with tears, but he did not say a word. He lowered his head in silence.
"Prepare potassium chloride and atropine," Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.
"I'm ready. As long as there's a change in the fishhook, use it as soon as possible," Su Yun said.
He did not criticize Zheng Ren. This surgery was too difficult. It was not enough to go all out. He did not have the time or the mood to do those things.
Xie Yiren also went up to the equipment table and handed over to the nurse.
Feng Xuhui found some materials. He bent his waist slightly and handed the equipment to the circulating nurse. In a while, he would put it on the operating table.
The medical team had already started. A faint roar sounded in the minds of the audience.
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