The SpO2 continued to be maintained at 90% to 98%, and the partial pressure of carbon dioxide at the end of the breath fluctuated between 38 to 48 mmHg.
Zheng Ren did not move at all. He quietly watched the situation in front of him, taking in every detail.
After a full 40 minutes, the patient's airway pressure gradually dropped to about 20 mmHg, and his circulation was stable.
"Test the blood sugar."
The patient's vital signs were stable. Zheng Ren's voice was not that anxious, and everyone's emotions were much more stable.
Lao He immediately took the fingertip blood sugar measuring instrument and measured the patient's emergency fingertip blood sugar.
"The fingertip blood sugar is 21.4 mmol/L," Lao He reported.
"Insulin 4U subcutaneous injection."
Zheng Ren then did a neurological physical examination and said, "Furosemide 10mg, naloxone 0.4mg, and 20% mannitol 125mL intravenous drip."
After all kinds of drugs were administered, Zheng Ren shifted his vision to the patient's urine bag.
He squatted beside the urine bag and first emptied the urine in the tube. Then, he bent over and carefully observed the accumulation of urine.
After estimating the time and looking at the small amount of urine in the tube, Zheng Ren had an idea.
"Boss Zheng." Chief Xu did not ask any questions. Everything was said without saying anything.
"Suspend the surgery," Zheng Ren said. "Closely observe the condition and support the treatment according to the symptoms. I estimate that he will wake up in two to three hours. "
"Okay … Boss Zheng, will the patient have any sequelae?"
"No."
"Phew …" Chief Xu let out a long breath.
People could live. That was the most basic requirement. There were no sequelae. That was secondary. As for the next surgery, it would have to be repeatedly discussed before a decision could be made.
"Then I'll go back for the surgery." Zheng Ren narrowed his eyes. Chief Xu knew that he should be smiling at him to express his goodwill.
"Sorry for the trouble." At this time, Chief Xu came back to his senses and noticed that Boss Zheng was still wearing the live broadcast equipment.
What the f * ck! Chief Xu immediately dodged, almost covering his face and leaving.
The situation was urgent just now. How could he forget that Boss Zheng was doing a live broadcast of the surgery! Now, the live broadcast of cholangiocarcinoma had become a live broadcast of emergency treatment with difficulty in tracheal intubation.
He had made up a live broadcast technique, but he actually appeared in the live broadcast. Chief Xu was a little at a loss.
"Go back and take a look. The surgery is done," Su Yun said slowly at the door.
"Oh, you made it?" Zheng Ren was not surprised at all.
"En, Brother Yang and I did it." Su Yun said. "Xiao Feng is not bad. You have trained your assistant very well."
Feng Xuhui was stunned for a moment. Why was he talking about training?
"Go and take a look. It can be considered a start and a finish. Xinglin Garden needs it," Su Yun said. "I have to turn on the microphone and explain the surgery process."
"Sure." Zheng Ren nodded.
"Director Xu, then we'll go back." Su Yun said with a smile. His voice was separated by three layers of masks, but it still sounded handsome.
Head Xu spread his hands. This matter was really messed up. Although he was a little dissatisfied and regretful, Boss Zheng had helped solve a big problem, so he had nothing to be picky about.
After Boss Zheng left, Chief Xu glanced at the patient again. His chest rose and fell normally. His vital signs were normal. His urine output was normal. Everything was normal!
Overcome a crisis.
In an instant, Chief Xu felt a little tired.
The professor from the Department of Glandology sighed. "I'll go talk to the patient's family."
"Let's go together," Director Xu said.
After the two left, the atmosphere in the operating theater became completely relaxed.
"Who's that beside Boss Zheng?"
"Little Feng, Changfeng's medical supplies supplier."
"Don't talk nonsense. I know Little Feng. Why would he prepare emergency treatment equipment for no reason? " The anesthesiologist who asked the question held the sterile packaging and looked at the label on it. "Lang Li's third-generation explorer laryngeal mask. Isn't he from Changfeng?"
"Who knows?"
At this time, Lao He had already gone back. No one could answer this question. A sales manager from Changfeng actually had Lang Li's third-generation explorer laryngeal mask!
The key was that it was sent in very quickly. If one did not know about it, they would definitely think that this was a drill and that everything was arranged.
"It seems that the fall out with that side in the Imperial Capital's Swollen Forest a while ago is true." Someone began to gossip.
Some people knew about this matter, while others did not. After gossiping, the operating theater was filled with surprise.
Because of that little medical supplies supplier who limped, he had fallen out with the Imperial Capital's tumor department. It was really awesome. Even those who knew about the tumor incident in the Imperial Capital felt a little unreal when they looked at the scene in front of them.
The 912's anesthesiology department only had second-generation laryngeal masks. The key was that this thing … was not commonly used. It was only useful in emergency treatment and special situations.
Look at this person. The medical supplies that followed him were all different. Many anesthesiologists sighed in their hearts.
The medical supplies supplier was like a nanny taking care of the surgeon. They ordered meals and ran errands. These were already common, so no one was surprised.
The more thoughtful the care, the higher the level of the surgeon. This was because a high level meant more surgeries, and more surgeries meant more medical supplies. The more medical supplies used, the higher the sales. There were countless links in a chain.
This was all within the scope of logic.
However, Boss Zheng's medical supplies supplier was different. He was like Doraemon. He had one or a few trolley boxes. He only needed to say anything he wanted.
Damn it, when had they ever seen such a professor!
He brought a Doraemon with him?!
"Speaking of which, the third-generation explorer laryngeal mask is not cheap," an anesthesiologist said. "Does this thing go by the market? Little Feng doesn't seem to be Lang Li's man. Isn't this Lang Li taking advantage of him? "
"I've asked Lao He. It doesn't seem to be charged," one person said. "Manager Feng doesn't care about this small amount of money. He just needs to ensure that Boss Zheng has the best things to use."
"How is that possible? He's not a medical supplies supplier for money?" The circulating nurse was so tired that she sat on the ground and leaned against the wall of the operating theater. She did not forget to gossip.
Without the gossip at this moment, she was afraid that she would not be able to relax for the whole night.
"He earns money differently from others. Boss Zheng has opened up the foreign market. As long as Manager Feng makes Boss Zheng happy, he can earn back no matter how much money he makes, "another anesthesiologist said. "A laryngeal mask only costs a few dollars. I followed a radiofrequency ablation surgery and saw that there were 18 models of radiofrequency ablation needles from four manufacturers in his trolley box. A needle costs tens of thousands, and he just left it there. "
"Tsk tsk."
Everyone sighed. Boss Zheng was different in all aspects. Everyone was already used to the scrub nurse. They had also seen the steampunk feeling of the surgical box. Now, he had evolved to carry a Doraemon with him …
As they were chatting, Chief Xu walked in with a gloomy face and said, "Anesthetist, prepare for a meeting."
"…"
The anesthesiologists and nurses in the operating theater were stunned. A meeting? Now?
"When will the patient wake up? Open it immediately after sending him down. Inform the doctors at home to hurry over, "Chief Xu said in a deep voice.
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