However, in an instant, the experimental subject's heart rate dropped to zero, not giving Zheng Ren a chance to react.
Zheng Ren immediately put down the equipment in his hand and began to perform cardiac compressions. Then, he bought an anesthesiologist assistant to help with the resuscitation.
He did cardiac compressions himself and instructed the anesthesiologist to inject the patient with lidocaine, epinephrine, and atropine.
However, it was completely useless. No matter how much medicine was given, no matter how much chest compressions were done, the experimental subject's heart rate could not return.
Even in the end, Zheng Ren directly cut open the chest and performed cardiac compressions under direct vision. The patient's heart seemed to have lost its vitality and did not contract autonomously at all.
After a full 20 minutes of resuscitation, Zheng Ren simply gave up. He stood silently beside the experimental subject, wondering what had happened to make a healthy young man lose his heartbeat in an instant.
After a while, he had some ideas. He walked out of the System's operating theater and prepared to buy surgery training time.
"Boss Zheng, are you tired?" Gu Xiaoran's voice rang in his ear.
Zheng Ren was very helpless. He sighed.
The patient had not come up yet. Nothing had happened. There were still people around him, so he had no chance to concentrate on thinking. Unless he stayed in the System's operating theater and did not come out, but it seemed that there was no need at all.
Even if he could not figure it out a second before the patient's heartbeat stopped, it would still be too late to go to the System's operating theater.
"No," Zheng Ren said softly as he left the System space.
"I saw that you were walking and suddenly stopped walking. I thought you were not feeling well," Gu Xiaoran stood beside Zheng Ren and said with concern. His hand was placed beside Zheng Ren's arm. As long as his body swayed, he would immediately be able to support it.
Zheng Ren glanced at Gu Xiaoran's hand and smiled at his careful look. "Thank you, Xiaoran. I just feel that there's something on my mind and I'm thinking about it."
"Boss, don't tell me you have hypoglycemia?" Su Yun was talking to Lao He with his arm around his shoulder in front. He did not forget to listen to the conversation between the boss and Gu Xiaoran.
"No, Su Yun, stop talking nonsense with Lao He. Come, let me ask you something," Zheng Ren said to Su Yun.
"Huh?" Su Yun was very puzzled. His boss rarely spoke to him in such a tone.
Was he asking for his opinion? What had happened?
"Ever since I saw the patient, I felt that something was wrong," Zheng Ren said frankly. "I keep feeling that I might have missed something, but after thinking about it a few times, I still don't know what the problem is."
"Are you alright?" Su Yun looked at his boss in confusion. Even the three layers of masks could not hide the look of disdain on his face.
"I'm being serious. I'm not joking," Zheng Ren said.
"Even if the urethra is torn, the urethra will heal after a while. Look at how spirited the patient is. He doesn't seem to have signs of urinary tract infection. "Su Yun began to analyze the situation when he saw Zheng Ren's serious expression.
Lao He did not even know what the patient looked like. He was dumbfounded and could not say a word. However, on second thought, six hands. While Boss Zheng and Su Yun were talking, he quickly walked to six hands.
"Xiao Zhou, when will the patient go up?" Lao He asked hurriedly after entering the room.
"Lao He, what's the matter?" The emergency anesthesiologist said to Lao He with a smile.
"What kind of patient is it?" Lao He emphasized.
"Uh … It's a patient with a foreign body in the urethra. I took a look at the scan. There are nine nails in the urethra." The anesthesiologist saw that Lao He was a little anxious. Although he did not know what had happened, he immediately told Lao He what he knew.
"The patient's vital signs are stable. There's no pus and there's a little hematuria. It's said that it's very painful when urinating, so it's suffocating."
"Is there anything else?"
"No, the circulating nurse has already gone to pick him up. He should be walking up now," the anesthesiologist said. "The patient can still walk, but his legs have to split. It doesn't look like there's any problem. Do you know him? "
"I don't know him." Lao He recalled what the anesthesiologist, Xiao Zhou, had said. There was no pus and a little blood. He could still walk. His vital signs were stable. It did not seem like there was a problem.
Could it be that Boss Zheng was too nervous and made a mistake? Just as this thought appeared in Lao He's mind, it was immediately extinguished.
No, could Boss Zheng be wrong? It was also possible. He had also said that there might be a problem, but he could not understand what was wrong.
Was it the strange intuition of a clinician? Lao He was very serious and prepared to take a look at the patient first.
"In this operating room, you go to the operating table first." The circulating nurse had already brought the patient back. She pointed at the operating table and said, "Can you go up by yourself? If it's not hard, I'll get you a footstool. "
"No need." The patient said a little shyly. Then, he used a slightly strange posture to support himself on the operating table and directly sat on it. His body was very strong and seemed to be tougher than himself. Through observation, Lao He had the most basic judgment of the patient.
He took the surgical handover form from the circulating nurse and glanced at it. The patient was an emergency patient. The medical record had probably not been written yet. This was all the information available.
There was no problem with the vital signs at all. In addition to the action of 'jumping' onto the operating table just now, Lao He did not think that there would be any problems with the patient.
'Boss Zheng must be a little neurotic,' Lao He thought to himself.
He walked out of the operating theater with a smile and saw Boss Zheng and Su Yun standing in a position slightly further inside. They were whispering something.
"Boss Zheng, Brother Yun, I took a look at the patient … I'm fine now," Lao He said with a smile.
"Yes, I think it's fine too. The boss insisted on brainstorming." Su Yun also shrugged helplessly and spread his hands.
"It's a feeling in my heart. I can't describe it. It's just intuition. I just feel that something is wrong. "Zheng Ren shook his head slightly and sighed.
He and Su Yun discussed some possible scenarios, but no constructive ideas burst out. Until now, Zheng Ren still did not know why the patient had a cardiac arrest during the surgery.
He walked in just like that and stopped just like that? No one would accept it.
'F * ck,' Zheng Ren thought to himself.
He had no choice but to go to the operating theater and watch the anesthesiologist give the patient spinal anesthesia. The ECG monitoring had already been connected. All the vital signs were in good condition. They could not be any more normal.
"Chief Yu, how much hematuria does the patient have?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Not much. There's a small amount of exudate, but no pus. I took a look. There's only a little blood, "Chief Yu said in a low voice." Boss Zheng, are you coming? "
"No need." Zheng Ren turned around and sat on the round stool that the circulating nurse had sat on after she finished her work in the corner. He narrowed his eyes and observed the patient.
He could not tell Su Yun in too much detail just now. He could only keep the matter of the sudden cardiac arrest in his heart. Zheng Ren felt very uncomfortable. If he could have said it in advance, Lao He might have been able to give some advice for reference.
There must be a 'small' problem that he had not noticed.
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