"What's the matter?" Zheng Ren was stunned. Zhao Yunlong was looking for him? Was he familiar with the man?
Zhao Yunlong's deep and gruff voice came through the phone.
"Boss Zheng, the postoperative patient you diagnosed on the plane is in an unstable state. If you have time, please come and take a look."
Zheng Ren was stunned. Cui Heming? Today was the third day after the surgery. If there was a problem, it would have happened a long time ago. Why wait until now?
"Can you be more specific, Brother Zhao?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Every time he loses his composure, the patient will make a heart gesture, which will lead to agitation and other symptoms. Constant calmness is not good for the recovery of heart and lung function. However, after agitation, the chest bottle will draw out fresh blood. Yesterday, it was 100ml, and today, it's agitated again, "Zhao Yunlong said in distress.
After a pause, Zhao Yunlong's tone became strange and hesitant. "A nurse said that the patient might not be making a heart gesture, but a square …"
"Okay." Although Zheng Ren found it unbelievable, he agreed without hesitation.
Previously in Sea City, a patient with osteonecrosis of the femoral head had called him Doctor Fang, so it was possible.
Professor Pei was also surprised. Zheng Ren had only been in Imperial Capital for a few days. How did he become so familiar with the hospital's middle-level backbones?
Young people were indeed energetic, Professor Pei thought with a smile.
Zheng Ren bid farewell to Professor Pei apologetically and left.
Su Yun frowned. The surgery was about to begin. Did Zheng Ren want to do it or not? What could not be dealt with after the surgery?
This guy … Su Yun really did not know how to evaluate Zheng Ren. He had rarely met such a person in his lifetime.
Pure? Perhaps he could say that.
Even he could not change his personality. It could only be said that he was pure.
He lowered his head and followed Zheng Ren. Su Yun had vaguely heard Zhao Yunlong's words. He did not agree with Zhao Yunlong's statement. The nurse's guess was probably wrong.
There were many possibilities as to why the patient was agitated. Su Yun was ready to take a look.
In his opinion, the thoracic surgery's intensive care unit was mediocre in terms of technical ability. There must be a buildup of distilled water in the patient's ventilator, causing excessive pressure or sputum.
Soon, they arrived at the cardiothoracic department's intensive care unit.
The top Class Three Grade A Hospitals in the country not only had intensive care units like the ICU, but many departments also had their own intensive care units that were responsible for postoperative patients' rehabilitation.
After all, it was also beneficial for the patient's postoperative recovery if the surgeon understood the patient's condition.
After entering the intensive care unit, Zheng Ren wiped his sweat.
He walked a little too quickly, his forehead full of sweat.
Even a strong man couldn't stand an illness. This saying was quite reasonable.
After changing his clothes, Zheng Ren put on a cap and mask and entered the intensive care unit.
Although it was only a department's intensive care unit, there were more than twenty patients lying in it. Its scale was even larger than the ICU in Sea City General Hospital, which specialized in cleaning up after the messes of various departments.
Seeing Zheng Ren and Su Yun enter, Zhao Yunlong came out to greet them. He extended his hand and shook Zheng Ren's hand. In a deep voice, he said, "Boss Zheng, sorry to trouble you. Hmm? Do you have a fever? "
As soon as he touched it, Zhao Yunlong felt that the temperature of Zheng Ren's hand was not right.
"It's fine. I'll go take a look." Zheng Ren waved his hand and followed Zhao Yunlong to Cui Heming's bed.
Cui Heming was assisted by a ventilator, but the ventilator's alarms kept ringing. His blood oxygen saturation was not very good either, only 92%. The liquid level in the closed thoracic drainage bottle was fluctuating well, and light red fresh blood could be seen being drawn out of the tube.
Zheng Ren glanced at the amount. It was close to 60ml of drainage volume.
Although in theory, it could be extubated if it was less than 50ml, it was still early in the morning. A few hundred milliliters of fresh blood would be drawn out in a day.
"It's not that much when it's quiet," Zhao Yunlong said. "Boss Zheng, please take a look. If it doesn't work, we'll have to do a tracheotomy and slowly recover."
Zheng Ren first looked around the auxiliary equipment before approaching Cui Heming's bed.
Cui Heming was already awake, but he could not speak because of the ventilator tube in his mouth and the gastric tube in his nose.
Seeing Zheng Ren, Cui Heming became even more agitated. The ventilator and monitor's alarms blared one after another.
Zhao Yunlong's brows furrowed when he saw the situation.
Su Yun, on the other hand, went to check some details that others rarely paid attention to, such as whether there was water vapor accumulation in the tube behind the ventilator, or …
"Don't worry, I'm here." Zheng Ren looked into Cui Heming's eyes and said seriously, "He's fine now. If everything goes well, we'll extubate him in a day and he can be transferred out of the intensive care unit in a few days."
Cui Heming's agitation was much less. He blinked at Zheng Ren as if trying to communicate something.
Zheng Ren held his hand and said with a smile, "Don't worry. We survived on the plane. Now that the surgery is over, there will definitely be no problems. I can't stay here to take care of you all the time, but if something happens, I'll come back immediately. So, don't worry. "
After a few simple words, Cui Heming nodded hard and then quieted down.
"Yes, it'll be fine as long as you stay like this. I know it's uncomfortable to lie down for a long time, but it's inevitable. Sleep for a while and you'll feel better soon. "Zheng Ren squeezed Cui Heming's hand hard and then let go.
Cui Heming slowly closed his eyes. He no longer made heart gestures or moved restlessly.
The alarm from the monitor and ventilator weakened immediately. In less than a minute, all indicators returned to normal, and the blood oxygen saturation on the monitor had recovered to 98%.
He felt the abnormal change.
Su Yun was stunned.
Zhao Yunlong was also stunned.
What was going on?
Was the nurse's guess right? Had she guessed correctly?
Did the patient just want to see Zheng Ren?
Zhao Yunlong could not believe what he was seeing. He was the chief surgeon, but to the patient, a few words of comfort from Zheng Ren could not compare to ten thousand words of comfort from him.
This … This was too f * cking unreasonable!
Zheng Ren comforted Cui Heming a few more times. Seeing that his condition had stabilized, he told Cui Heming that he would visit him tomorrow before making a hand gesture and slowly leaving.
After leaving the intensive care unit, Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren as if he was looking at a monster.
"What's wrong?"
"How did you bewitch him?" Su Yun pondered for a long time and finally decided that the word "bewitch" was the best way to express his feelings.
Zhao Yunlong stood at the side and thought deeply.
He had been a doctor for a long time, and it was rare to see a patient so eager to see someone after waking up from a calm state.
He felt closer than family. This kind of feeling … was really rare.
Unexpectedly, the nurse had guessed correctly.
The heart gesture was actually a square, and the patient wanted to see Zheng Ren.
This was too f * cking incomprehensible.
"I don't know either." Zheng Ren felt a little tired. He shook his head and began to change his shoes. "Maybe he trusted me more because I rushed here on the plane? Or perhaps I've treated his mother before? "
Zheng Ren's reason was very far-fetched, but that was the only explanation.
"By the way, Boss Zheng, you still seem to be feverish," Zhao Yunlong said. "Is the wound infected?"
"It should be the day before yesterday when my clothes were torn and I caught a cold. It's fine, I'll be fine in a few days, "Zheng Ren said.
In the past two days, other than welcoming Su Yun for a meal, Zhao Yunlong had been watching over Fang Lin. He was grateful to Zheng Ren, and coupled with the 'magical' incident today, he was even more unwilling to let Zheng Ren go.
He dragged Zheng Ren to the pharmacy and personally changed his dressing.
The wound was slightly red and swollen, but there were no signs of infection. Zhao Yunlong was relieved.
After changing the dressing, Zheng Ren said goodbye to Zhao Yunlong and hurriedly made a phone call to ask about the situation at the research institute.
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This was based on a real case.
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