The overall quality of the medical staff of the 912 was very high, and it was even more obvious during the emergency treatment.
In an instant, a sterile sheet was spread on the ground. The circulating nurse helped Mao Chi lie down on it. He connected her to the ECG monitor and measured her blood pressure.
Because the ECG monitoring machine could not print out the electrocardiogram, he had to use a portable ECG machine to do a check.
There was nothing wrong. The electrocardiogram was very accurate. There was no problem.
However, it could also be a prodromal symptom. What happened just now was just a transient reaction. Whether it was or not, he first stuffed nitroglycerin under his tongue.
Eating a small amount of this thing wouldn't spoil the body, so it was better to kill the wrong person than let it go.
Mao Chi felt that the floor was a little cold. The temperature in the constant-temperature laminar flow operating theater seemed to be dropping continuously.
"Cold," he whispered.
The circulating nurse immediately took a sterile gown and covered Mao Chi with it. She also comforted him with a few words.
Doctor Zhou placed the electrocardiogram sheet in front of Mao Chi's eyes so that he could see his own electrocardiogram.
This group of old chief physicians all had a bad habit. They felt that others did not know how to treat patients, and that they were the best.
Moreover, after working in the clinic for a long time, people would subconsciously suspect that they were sick and that the people around them would lie to them.
Only when he saw with his own eyes that there was no abnormality in the electrocardiogram, would he feel better.
Sure enough, after reading the ECG, Mao Chi heaved a sigh of relief. The pain behind his sternum disappeared.
He carefully recalled the feeling just now. It shouldn't be wrong. Sudden onset of intense and long-lasting compressive pain behind the sternum or in front of the heart is a very typical symptom of myocardial infarction.
If there was nothing else, he would definitely do a coronary CT scan when he went down … No, he would do a coronary angiography. He had to make sure that there was no blockage, otherwise, Mao Chi would not even dare to sleep.
If he fell asleep, who did he offend?
Why not sleep in the department for a few days and have ECG monitoring every day?
Mao Chi did not find it troublesome. It was a good idea. Regardless of anything else, he could not "die young".
Then, another thought came to his mind. Could it be that the fish bone was stuck in the esophagus and then pierced into the aorta, causing the aortic dissection?
This one was even more terrifying!
Mao Chi felt the ground turn cold again. Frost had begun to spread around him.
Damn it, how could he make it in time for everything?
"Department director, are you feeling better?" Doctor Zhou asked softly.
"Send the patient back. I'll stay here for a while." Although Mao Chi suspected that he had a heart attack or aortic dissection, he did not lose his mind. He still maintained the most basic calmness.
But this calmness was only what Mao Chi thought. He completely ignored the fact that he was still lying in front of the airtight access door of the operating theater.
He was lying there like an obstacle, and the flatbed could not possibly roll over him.
He had to deal with Chief Physician Mao Chi first. He did not want anything to go wrong in the operating theater.
Regardless of whether it was useful or not, and regardless of whether his blood oxygen saturation was 99%, he hung up the oxygen bag first. After that, phone calls were made one after another. A stretcher trolley was pushed over, and a few people hurriedly carried the hair onto the stretcher trolley.
A professor from the Vascular Department ran over and looked at Chief Mao's condition. He was slightly relieved.
When he received the call, he thought that Chief Mao was dying.
After sprinting all the way up, he felt as if his lungs were on fire. When he calmed down, Chief Mao's ECG monitor showed sinus rhythm. There was no problem at all.
The director was suffering from hysteria? However, the leading professor didn't dare to say this. Chief Mao was old now and rarely got angry. A few years ago, his temper wasn't very good.
This group of old chief surgeons didn't have a good temper. In the past, there were patients who exploded. They could go up and fight as soon as they took off their white clothes.
"I want an echocardiogram," Mao Chi said in a low voice.
Although the leading professor had some doubts, he couldn't say anything. Whatever the chief said was the truth. At this time, he would rather be in trouble than be careless.
The stretcher trolley was parked in the corridor of the operating theater and was not pushed back directly.
When Chief Zhang Lin of the Circulatory Department came, she took a look at the electrocardiogram and listened to the heart sound. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
"Go straight to the CT room … Oh right, is the echocardiogram here?"
"Chief, please wait a moment. It'll be very soon," the leading professor said.
"Chief Mao, what disease are you considering?" Chief Zhang Lin asked.
"Rule out aortic dissection. First, use an echocardiogram to take a look. Then, don't go back to the department. Bring the rescue medicine to the CT room." Mao Chi presided over his own rescue as if he was presiding over an emergency rescue.
It was good to check one. At least he could rest assured.
The broad-minded Professor Zhang also stepped down from the stage and came to Mao Chi's side, waiting quietly.
More than ten minutes later, the bedside echocardiogram was pushed over. The coupling agent was applied to the chest area. Mao Chi felt that the blood vessels in his heart had already begun to contract, as if they were about to burst in the next second.
He turned his head to look at the blood pressure of the cuff. 130/85 MMHG, heart rate 82 beats per minute, sinus rhythm, there was no problem at all.
His mood relaxed a little.
"Chief Mao, where do you feel uncomfortable?" the echocardiogram doctor asked.
"Behind the sternum, in the anterior region."
The probe was pressed down, and an image appeared on the screen.
The slightly noisy corridor instantly quieted down, and Mao Chi suddenly had a bad feeling.
If there was nothing wrong, someone would come up to him and tease him, saying that he was making a mountain out of a molehill. That was how it should be. What he was most afraid of was not being laughed at by others, but being silent at the same time.
Mao Chi was too familiar with this kind of silence!
There must be something wrong, and it was not an ordinary thing!
However, Mao Chi was already prepared. He took a deep breath and calmed himself down first. Then, he used a very slow movement to change the angle of his head and look at the screen of the echocardiogram.
When he looked at the screen, Mao Chi almost fainted.
Irregular blood flow could be seen at the edge of the descending aorta. Although he did not have a deep understanding of echocardiography, Mao Chi could still see that it was — aortic dissection!
"Go to the CT room first and do a plain scan." Mao Chi's voice was a little trembling, but he was still calm.
This was a critical moment. Once the descending aortic dissection ruptured, it would be useless even in the operating theater!
If it broke, the person would be gone.
The narrow-minded Professor Zhang directly slipped away. He went to find Zhao Yunlong. This kind of emergency treatment still needed someone like Zhao Yunlong, who was in the prime of his life.
For the time being, there was still no one to push the stretcher trolley. The professor in charge of the vascular department took out the antihypertensive drugs from the first-aid kit and let Chief Mao take them orally to control his blood pressure to prevent his blood pressure from rising due to emotional agitation.
At the same time, the circulating nurse measured the blood pressure of the cuff.
160/110 mm Hg. The blood pressure was rising!
If there was a problem, they could immediately perform surgery. It was too late to do an angiogram, but it could be done during the surgery.
Someone began to report this matter to the medical administration division. Someone pushed the stretcher trolley.
Mao Chi felt the stretcher trolley move, and his mind became a little clearer. He whispered, "Get Boss Zheng here, right now! Right now! "
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