"I'm fine. Give me another 150mg." Zheng Ren's voice came from the intercom.
"Increase the speed of the Isoproterenoid! Adrenaline. I. D. "
Professor Zhong's words seemed to have opened a box. Zheng Ren began to give orders one after another.
Most of the people in the control room were at a loss.
This was the weakness of specialized hospitals.
Patients from all over the country swarmed in, and the specialized hospitals in the imperial capital were overcrowded. It was normal to be picky. Those who were not in good condition or were suspected to be at risk were sent to general hospitals such as Union Medical College.
But once the patient had this kind of situation, they could still handle it if it was simpler. If it was complicated, they could only invite experts from outside the hospital for consultation, surgery, or even transfer to another hospital.
However, there were also benefits to doing so, which was a huge increase in efficiency. After all, there were general hospitals like Concorde and 912. What was there to be afraid of?
Dean Lin looked around and asked in a deep voice, "What does Professor Zhong mean?"
"But the half-life of drug metabolism is relatively long. Boss Zheng is using the drug to the limit, and the amount is still very large. Professor Zhong is afraid that there will be problems after the surgery," a chief said in a low voice.
After all, the walkie-talkie was on, and he wasn't a recycler professional. If he was really rebuked by the sarcastic assistant, how could he scold him back?
Putting aside his demeanor, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to win in a scolding.
If they were to get serious, if there were any side effects that he didn't know about or how to use the medicine, wouldn't it be a slap in the face if the other party said it?
Don't look down on him just because he was young. What was the Affiliated Hospital of the Imperial Medical University like? He couldn't even find a bullet in his body! In the end, it was Boss Zheng who single-handedly solved the problem.
That time, he was alone. This time, he brought a whole team with him …
Director Lin looked at the electrocardiogram that was beating like the sea surface blown by a typhoon. In his heart, he was more in favor of Boss Zheng's method.
The patient was already in such a state, so he had to use whatever he needed. If the patient died on the operating table, there was no need to worry about the accumulation of drugs.
That's something that only the living should consider, alright?
Moreover, looking at the electrocardiogram, it was already a complete mess. His heart rate dropped to around 40 beats per minute for a while, and then it rose to more than 160 beats per minute for a while.
Many times, Director Lin suspected that his heart was about to stop. Perhaps it was the effect of the medicine, or perhaps it was the effect of the pacemaker. In any case, the patient's heart rate was shaky and refused to fall. It was barely maintained.
The people in the control room did not even dare to breathe loudly. They were afraid that if they sneezed, the patient's heartbeat would stop.
"2 minutes and 12 seconds," Su Yun suddenly said.
What did that mean? The people outside were all sweating when they heard this.
On the screen in the operating room, Boss Zheng's basket catheter had already caught the PICC tube, but it did not pull it out. Instead, it rubbed against it bit by bit.
The screen showed very clearly that the basket catheter was moving forward with difficulty. This was the position where the adhesion between the PICC tube and the intima of the right pulmonary artery was very heavy.
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Feel and adapt. Zheng Ren subconsciously thought of these two words. His entire body was empty as his hands carefully operated the catheter, adapting to the violent beating of the heart and the interference of the tricuspid valve.
In an instant, Zheng Ren's surgical efficiency soared.
If it was only 150 APM at the beginning, it jumped to 300 APM in the blink of an eye.
Moreover, this was not the limit. The numbers continued to climb without end.
After a brief moment of shock, Lin Yuan began to fully focus on cooperating with Boss Zheng after the rapid and subtle rotation of the catheter almost affected the surgery.
However, his speed was really fast. Within a second, Boss Zheng did not know how many movements he had made. He turned and changed the direction of the catheter to prevent the catheter from being touched and affected by the pulse of the heart and the switch of the tricuspid valve.
In the blink of an eye, Lin Yuan felt that his hand was a little numb and numb. His speed had been raised to the maximum.
Although she was only an assistant, she knew that her hand speed was much slower than Boss Zheng's to meet the requirements.
But even so, she felt that she was already overwhelmed.
He could not let Boss Zheng underestimate him, nor could he affect the surgery. These were the only thoughts in Lin Yuan's mind.
His vision blurred, and his hands kept making subtle adjustments. Lin Yuan could barely keep up with Boss Zheng's rhythm.
Time slowed down, and it was hard to describe a day as passing like a year. Every minute and every second felt like a year to Lin Yuan.
The surgery was not over yet, but Lin Yuan felt that she had aged a lot.
"Three minutes and twenty-two seconds."
Su Yun's voice was heard. It was a little anxious and a little hurried.
Lin Yuan was very curious. Why was Su Yun still counting the time in such a major emergency treatment?
However, this had nothing to do with her. Her hands were numb, and she felt that her movements had obviously slowed down.
Perhaps it was not that her hand speed had slowed down, but that time had slowed down under the effect of relativity.
"Isoproterenoid, faster," Zheng Ren said.
"Okay, Old He, epinephrine, five more," Su Yun said.
A row of syringes was placed beside Su Yun's hand. Lao He automatically gave up the task of pushing the medicine.
His hand speed was not as fast as Brother Yun's. At this moment, Su Yun's movements were already beginning to become illusory in Lao He's eyes.
The air in the operating theater was stagnant. Only the monitors and ventilators were frantically alarms, as if they would never stop.
"Four minutes and thirty-one seconds," Su Yun said in a deep voice.
"The time may be extended," Zheng Ren said softly.
"I'll try my best."
Su Yun did not ridicule him, nor did he talk nonsense. Instead, he told Zheng Ren in a deep voice that he would try his best to maintain the patient's heartbeat.
At this time, if there was no pacemaker, the patient's heartbeat would have stopped long ago.
However, even with the pacemaker maintaining the last trace of life, there were still many dangerous situations.
He began to push epinephrine and pump a large amount of isoproterenoid and dopamine.
The dosage of all the drugs had already exceeded the limit.
The fluctuations of the heart became more and more intense. Even after Su Yun reported the number of five minutes, through the lead-lined glass, they saw him take the defibrillator and start to adjust the voltage.
With a pacemaker, there was almost no possibility of using a defibrillator.
The moment they saw the defibrillator, everyone outside was stunned.
Lao He continued to push the medicine. Su Yun narrowed his eyes and stared at the ECG monitor.
"It's done!"
After an unknown amount of time, Boss Zheng's deep voice came from the walkie-talkie.
The image of the PICC catheter quickly retreated, and everyone's hearts suddenly relaxed.
"F * ck … Boss, you said to let me hold on for five minutes. You f * cking used five minutes and 34 seconds!" Su Yun's voice came from the walkie-talkie briskly.
"Thank you for your hard work," Zheng Ren said.
Soon, the fatal PICC catheter was removed and the surgery was declared a success!
Boss Zheng turned around and tore off the sterile clothes.
The airtight lead door opened and Zheng Ren walked out.
"Boss Zheng, thank you for your hard work," Director Lin greeted him and said politely.
"There's no hurry. The amount of medicine used is too large. Observe for half an hour and send it to the ICU after it stabilizes." Zheng Ren walked into the operating room, tore off the lead apron, and threw it on the ground.
Like a warrior's armor, the lead apron hit the ground with a bang.
Serious illness … This was another word that Director Lin did not want to face.
"Boss, I've reduced the amount of isoproterenoid," Su Yun said.
"Reduce it. Slow down. There's no hurry." Zheng Ren sat on the chair, feeling a little tired. However, his hands on his legs were still very stable.
His eyes stared straight at the screen of the ECG monitor in the operating room without blinking.
Ten minutes later, Su Yun walked out.
"Boss, I'm watching. It's fine," he said easily.
"After a while, the heart rate is still a little unstable," Zheng Ren said softly.
"You asked me to use so much medicine. Did you know that my hands were shaking when I pushed Ke Dalong?"
"I know."
"How did you know?"
"Your hands were shaking and interfered with my surgery."
"Get lost!"
Everyone, including Director Lin, completely relaxed this time. Boss Zheng was joking with his assistant, which meant that the alarm had been lifted.
In the operating theater, Xie Yiren began to gently press the instruments while Lin Yuan bandaged the patient's puncture point and went next door to take off the lead apron.
Director Lin pretended to go to see the patient. At this time, Lao He was still guarding the patient's head, closely watching the changes in all the indicators.
There were still a few epinephrine and other rescue drugs in front of him, in case anything unexpected happened at the last moment.
Director Lin and Lao He exchanged a few words before he saw Lin Yuan walk back.
The front and back of Lin Yuan's isolation suit were completely drenched in sweat. The green isolation suit had turned dark green. Director Lin felt his heart ache when he saw it.
He put his hands behind his back and pretended to pass by Lin Yuan unintentionally. He asked in a low voice, "Tired, right?"
Lin Yuan raised his hands, which were trembling non-stop. "Here, my hands are shaking."
"What's going on?" Director Lin asked in surprise.
"Boss Zheng's operation is too fast. If I want to cooperate perfectly, my hands have to keep up," Lin Yuan said proudly.
The operation just now … Director Lin's heart broke out in a sweat. Was there still so much micro-control? It sounded really scary, and he stood outside and could not see any details at all.
Boss Zheng's technical level was already so high that he could not understand it?
Director Lin's heart was a little heavy.
If that was the case, the possibility of calling Lin Yuan back was getting lower and lower.
He glanced at the patient's ECG monitor. The heart rate gradually dropped to 110 beats per minute. His mood calmed down and his attention returned to Lin Yuan.
Especially when he saw Lin Yuan's sweaty isolation suit, Director Lin's heart ached.
However, there were some things that could not be said in front of others.
He patrolled around with his hands behind his back and walked out.
"Boss Zheng, how long will it take for it to stabilize?" Director Lin asked.
"It's about time now." Zheng Ren sat on the chair. "Director Lin, if the technical strength of your ICU is not enough, find someone to take care of it for two days."
"…"
Although this was true, it was not good to say it in front of so many people.
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