After returning to the 912 and getting out of the old car, Lin Yuan finally felt warm.
"You must be scared," Zheng Ren asked Lin Yuan with a smile.
"Yes." Lin Yuan nodded. Just as he was about to put his right hand in his mouth to bite his nails, he was stopped by Boss Zheng's piercingly cold gaze.
"Useless." Su Yun's expression was a little ugly. He did not know if he was talking about Lin Yuan or himself.
"Let's go take a look at the patient," Zheng Ren said.
"Boss, are you sure you can develop a way to treat congenital porphyria?" Su Yun asked.
Lin Yuan's ears suddenly perked up.
"Who knows?" Zheng Ren said. "I think congenital porphyria is just a cover. Their congenital diseases only have similar characteristics to porphyria, but in fact, they are much more serious."
"Then why did you agree?" Su Yun asked in confusion.
"Old Loche is here. Are you sure you can not agree?" Zheng Ren replied coldly.
Su Yun knew too much. This guy was even more intelligent than a monkey. Zheng Ren was ready to end the topic.
"This is the country!"
"I think it's still possible to research it." Zheng Ren strode toward the fire escape with Su Yun following behind him.
"I knew it! What do you want to do? "
"Let's talk about it in a few years. I have to read hundreds of years of information. I don't have any ideas for the time being," Zheng Ren said perfunctorily.
"I really don't know where your inexplicable confidence came from," Su Yun sighed.
Lin Yuan understood what was going on, but she was a little absent-minded.
Research involving the genetics, pathology, and physiology of diseases was a matter of basic subjects. Why would that big shot find Boss Zheng?
Moreover, Boss Zheng did not refuse. Instead, he agreed confidently.
Ten years, twenty years. This kind of event seemed very long to ordinary people. However, for the research of a disease, that was a negligible amount of time.
As Lin Yuan thought about it, his footsteps slowed down slightly. Zheng Ren and Su Yun quickly walked up the fire escape and were already one floor down.
"Boss Zheng, wait for me," Lin Yuan shouted and chased after him with large strides.
There was an elevator, but he insisted on climbing the fire escape. Lin Yuan cursed silently.
"Why are you so slow?" Su Yun said disdainfully. "Why don't I arrange a special elevator for you in the future?"
"I was thinking about something," Lin Yuan explained helplessly.
"Boss, what did Luo Che's last sentence mean?" Su Yun asked as he walked.
"Literally." Zheng Ren said, "I guess the Bruch family has always disliked clinical surgery, but this time, they're not going to interfere."
"You call this a gift? What was it called using someone else's belongings as a gift? You're being generous at the expense of others! "Su Yun said unhappily.
"Who cares? Let's go take a look at the patient. If the situation permits, we can pull out the tube." Zheng Ren immediately changed the topic.
"You're still thinking about postoperative patients at a time like this? How great were their insights? The patient's condition must have been stable after the surgery, and there were no flaws in the surgery. "
"In the end, I found that the patient was very agitated. It's better to take a look," Zheng Ren said. "I feel that there's a problem. I won't be at ease if I don't take a look."
"Your OCD is acting up."
As he spoke, he walked to the entrance of the ICU. Pressing the doorbell to open the door, Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and Lin Yuan walked in.
After changing his clothes, Zheng Ren was stunned when he saw the patient's System panel.
The redness faded, which was to be expected. However, the diagnosis on the patient's System panel inexplicably had an additional item — foreign body in the trachea!
F * ck!
Zheng Ren was furious. What were the medical staff in the ICU doing? How could there be a foreign body in the trachea?!
However, this was just an instant subconscious reaction. After working together for a long time, Zheng Ren also knew the power of the 912 intensive care unit.
It was very powerful and very meticulous. The possibility of a foreign body in the trachea appearing in the patient two hours after the surgery did not exist at all!
But where did the foreign body in the trachea come from? Or did the System crash?
After a year of getting used to it, Zheng Ren rarely questioned the System's diagnosis. Because he had been slapped in the face too many times, he had learned from his mistakes.
However, this diagnosis was too unbelievable. Zheng Ren subconsciously began to feel that the System was joking.
He strode to the patient's bed and looked at the sign of the airway resistance alarm on the ventilator. He began to think about the possible problems from the beginning.
After the surgery, the airway resistance increased. The biggest possibility was that the trachea secretion increased and the sputum blocked the airway.
However, if it was sputum, it could not be considered a foreign body at all.
There was too much fluid in the ventilator tube, and there was airway reflux? It should not be.
Zheng Ren thought of more than ten possibilities in an instant, but none of them matched the patient's situation.
There was no nasal feeding, nor did he eat anything through the mouth. How the hell did the foreign body in the trachea come about?!
The ventilator kept sounding alarms. The monitor showed that the patient's heart rate was also very fast, and the blood oxygen saturation was not enough.
"Has the patient been very restless after the surgery?" Su Yun asked.
"Yes. After he was sent here, the patient had already woken up from general anesthesia. Maybe it's because he can't stand it anymore. He's very restless," the ICU's chief resident said.
"How often does he suck the sputum?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Thirty minutes. The last time was twenty-six minutes ago. The sputum aspirator didn't suck out any sputum."
"What's the treatment?" Su Yun continued to ask.
"Considering that the patient is not tolerant of tracheal intubation, we gave him a propofol." The ICU's chief resident was a little distressed. "The patient is too restless. Four or five people can't hold him down. We have no choice."
"Is he that impatient?" Su Yun was puzzled. "It's rare."
"Yes, he's very restless. I called the male nurse over but he couldn't hold him down."
There were various reasons for the patient's restlessness after the surgery. Ventilator intubation was one of them, and it was also the main reason.
After all, a hard tube was inserted into the airway. After the patient woke up from general anesthesia, they would panic and panic. Coupled with the uncomfortable feeling in the trachea, a small number of patients would have a sense of impending death.
When all kinds of feelings were combined, the patient would have a strong desire to live, and then become restless.
However, after 50 mg of propofol was injected intravenously, the patient's intolerance to tracheal intubation should have been alleviated.
However, the pressure monitoring of the ventilator was alarming. The patient's condition did not improve after the intravenous injection of propofol.
It was not caused by intolerance, but by the diagnosis given by the System — a foreign body in the trachea.
Although Zheng Ren did not understand where the foreign body in the trachea came from, the most basic logical judgment was this.
Su Yun frowned as he looked at the ventilator. Just as he was about to change the pressure mode, Zheng Ren immediately stopped him. "Wait a moment."
"Huh? What do you think? "Su Yun asked.
"Prepare the sputum aspirator." Zheng Ren picked up a pair of sterile gloves, opened them, and put them on. Then, he took the sputum aspirator from the ICU's chief resident.
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