"Brother Feng!" Zheng Ren saw that Feng Jianguo's System panel was very red and immediately strode forward to support him.
The diagnosis on the System panel was clear — third-degree atrioventricular block.
This was a heart attack. Zheng Ren felt a little puzzled. Why did he hear dizziness, nausea, and not vomiting from Xiaocao?
The early symptoms of this disease were related to the speed of the ventricular rate and the accompanying disease. They could feel fatigue, weakness, dizziness, fainting, angina, and so on.
When the condition was serious and heart failure occurred, there would be chest tightness, shortness of breath, and limited activity. Due to the sudden slowdown of the ventricular rate, cerebral ischemia, the patient might lose consciousness, convulsions, and in serious cases, sudden death.
But how did the nausea come about? Could it be that there were gastrointestinal symptoms?
In a flash, Zheng Ren knew that he should not be bothered by this. He supported Feng Jianguo and shouted, "Lao He!"
"Boss Zheng."
"Find an ECG monitor."
"Okay!"
Lao He ran away. Although it was already afternoon, there were almost no empty operating rooms in the 912's operating theater. There were two special types of operating rooms. One was reserved for emergency surgery, and the other was a hybrid operating room.
"Brother Feng, don't worry. Relax," Zheng Ren said softly. Then, he let Feng Jianguo lie flat on the ground.
Su Yun found a surgical gown and spread it under him. He lifted Feng Jianguo's clothes.
He was tall and thin, and his ribs looked like they were arranged one by one. Zheng Ren suspected that the electrode film could be attached to them.
Lao He quickly ran over with a spare ECG monitor and took the time to connect the wires.
Looking at the ECG monitor, Su Yun said doubtfully, "Third-degree atrioventricular block? You still need to perform surgery in this state? Brother Feng, you're quite resistant. "
"I'm just a little dizzy and nauseous," Feng Jianguo said. "Is there something wrong with your heart?"
As he spoke, he wanted to struggle to look at the ECG but was pressed back by Su Yun.
"Such a good message. If you continue to show off, we'll leave. Do it yourself."
Feng Jianguo suddenly became obedient.
"Boss, if only we could talk like this usually," Su Yun sighed.
Zheng Ren ignored his divergent thoughts. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and stared at the screen of the ECG monitor. "There are no signs of myocardial infarction for the time being. It's a good thing. But the QRS waveform is narrowed. It's a little strange. "
"Boss Zheng, I think I'll feel better after lying down for a while." Feng Jianguo really felt better. Besides, there was still surgery to be done. He couldn't just leave the patient lying on the operating table.
Otherwise, he could only find someone else to help him. However, he was fine. After the surgery, he could go home and have a good rest. This was Feng Jianguo's idea.
However, this was not what Boss Zheng thought.
"Third-degree atrioventricular block might worsen at any time. Once it does, a pacemaker will be needed," Zheng Ren said calmly. "Brother Feng, give me your wife's phone number."
"Huh?" Feng Jianguo was stunned.
"What are you 'ah-ing' for? Is your brain suffering from hypoxia?" Su Yun's voice was still so sharp through the three layers of mask. "Once the surgery is to be performed, the patient's family members will have to sign. Don't think that we don't need to sign just because we're on the same side. There are plenty of examples of our own people turning into pitfalls. Hurry up and hand over the phone. "
Feng Jianguo looked at Boss Zheng and Su Yun with a bitter face. Lao He saw that the waveform on the ECG monitor seemed to be fine, so he smiled and watched the show.
"I still have surgeries on my side," Feng Jianguo argued in a low voice.
"Don't talk nonsense. Now it's not popular to play the game of not leaving the frontline with minor injuries. Our 912 is so big. Do we need you? Let me tell you, even if you sacrifice yourself today, the patient will be able to leave the stage safely. He'll live a sturdy life as long as he doesn't court death, "Su Yun said smoothly.
Zheng Ren sounded a little familiar. This was what he usually said to him.
"Then …"
"Then what? I'll go find someone," Su Yun said.
"There's no need. I'll bring Xiaocao for the surgery. Su Yun, you arrange for Brother Feng. If he doesn't want to be hospitalized, he can go to the duty room to rest first, "Zheng Ren said." Ask about his medical history and see what's going on. "
"Okay," Su Yun said.
"I think there's something wrong with Brother Feng's situation. It's a little different from what Xiaocao said." Zheng Ren frowned.
"Brother Feng, I heard that your boss has also collapsed? Look at your gastrointestinal tract. I don't usually see you wearing lead aprons on stage. Why are all of you so weak? "Su Yun said disdainfully.
"You go ahead. Xiaocao is done disinfecting. I'll go with Xiaocao for the surgery," Zheng Ren said. "Pay attention to Brother Feng's electrocardiogram. Once …"
"Boss, are you talking to me?" Su Yun glanced at him.
"Okay, then I'll go on stage. Keep in touch." Zheng Ren patted Feng Jianguo's shoulder, stood up, and turned to walk back.
Lao He thought for a moment and decided to help Su Yun send Feng Jianguo back first. Boss Zheng's side was just a 'small' surgery. There was no need for him to rush up and be lucky. When doing things, there had to be light and heavy. Going too far was as bad as not going far enough.
Zheng Ren returned to the operating theater and saw that Quan Xiaocao had already laid out the last layer of the sheet and was standing in the first assistant's position.
"Brother Feng has some problems. I'll help with this surgery," Zheng Ren said. "Xiaocao, go to the surgeon's position."
"Huh?" Quan Xiaocao was stunned for a moment. She had a lot of things on her mind, but she did not know what to say for a moment.
"It's okay. It's a small surgery. I'll be watching." Zheng Ren turned around to wash his hands.
Soon, he returned. Quan Xiaocao was already standing in the surgeon's position. She looked timid. There was no need to listen to her words. Just from her eyes, one could see her nervousness and … helplessness.
In fact, Zheng Ren did not understand why Quan Xiaocao was always so timid.
He put on a sterile gown. The circulating nurse tied the belt, put on sterile gloves, and stood in the first assistant's position.
"Boss Zheng, what's wrong with Teacher Feng?" Quan Xiaocao asked.
"Third-degree atrioventricular block. Su Yun brought him for observation. If he doesn't get better after taking the medicine, he'll have to use a pacemaker. But it's okay, "Zheng Ren said." Looking at the electrocardiogram, there's no myocardial infarction. Don't worry. "
After saying that, Zheng Ren recalled the electrocardiogram. The narrowing of the QRS waveform and the third-degree atrioventricular block were very strange.
"Oh." Quan Xiaocao lowered her head and let out a soft hum.
"Scalpel," Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.
The scalpel was handed over but Zheng Ren did not take it. Quan Xiaocao glanced at him and carefully took the scalpel. Her hand was trembling slightly.
"Don't be nervous." Zheng Ren took a pair of hemostatic forceps and gently tapped it on the scalpel. If this was the case, it would be like a sawtooth. The incision could not be seen at all.
Zheng Ren was a little helpless. He did not expect Quan Xiaocao's hand to tremble like this.
"Oh, oh." Quan Xiaocao immediately closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her mask deflated a little as she breathed, looking very cartoonish.
A few seconds later, she opened her eyes. Without looking at Zheng Ren, her hand steadily cut down.
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