The patient was wheeled into the operating theater. As the necessary medical supplies were still on the way, Zheng Ren had to ask Chu Yanran and Xie Yiren to inject dopamine into the patient to maintain her blood pressure and alleviate her shock symptoms.
After that, she was injected with 5000 units of low-molecular-weight heparin for anticoagulation.
Pulmonary embolism usually originated from the lower limb veins.
For some unknown reason, this female patient had suffered from a sudden lower limb venous thrombosis. The embolus had dislodged and caused a pulmonary embolism, resulting in chest pain and respiratory distress.
With timely emergency treatment, her life could still be saved. If they were any later, they would be gone.
She was 18 or 19 years old, the age of a flower.
After the intravenous injection, Zheng Ren had Chu Yanran administer sedatives and painkillers. She was also injected with 500 to 1,000 units of low-molecular-weight heparin per hour.
That should be enough.
Zheng Ren left this to Chu Yanran. He called Feng Xuhui and reported the patient's condition to Old Chief Physician Pan.
In the emergency department, there was no patient's family, only a young boyfriend who seemed to be inexperienced. This kind of thing was the most troublesome.
It would be fine if the patient was saved, but once the patient died on the stage, there would be a lot of trouble in the future.
Zheng Ren's phone rang after changing.
Feng Xuhui rushed over as fast as he could. He had brought all the medical supplies that Zheng Ren needed.
Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery had placed unprecedented importance on Sea City General Hospital. The company was located near the hospital. Chairman Ma had made it clear that he wanted to serve Zheng Ren well.
In fact, Sea City General Hospital's annual sales volume was not as large as that of a hospital in Imperial Capital.
However, the fact that Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery and Manager Feng had arrived in less than 20 minutes showed how much they valued Zheng Ren.
Zheng Ren did not stand on ceremony and entered the operating theater with the medical supplies.
Professor Rudolf Wagner arrived as well. He greeted Zheng Ren enthusiastically when he saw him.
Zheng Ren was not in the mood to entertain him. With a cold expression, he jogged toward the operating theater.
The professor did not understand either, but he still followed Zheng Ren and asked.
"Boss, what's wrong?"
"Pulmonary embolism."
"That's an emergency …"
"Shut up if you know it's an emergency." Zheng Ren's rare temper flared up again. The professor's skills were very high, but he was too long-winded, especially now that Zheng Ren was busy with emergency treatment. He did not have time to listen to him.
Professor Rudolf Wagner quickly shut up and helped Zheng Ren prepare the equipment.
Pulmonary embolism required emergency thrombolysis. If necessary, a filter should also be placed in the inferior vena cava.
After emergency treatment, the patient's condition had improved slightly.
Zheng Ren was puzzled. Why did he have such an emergency at such a young age? Pulmonary embolism was commonly seen in older people, especially those who had been bedridden for a long time, resulting in venous thrombosis in the lower limbs.
Young people were brimming with vitality. It was not that easy to get a blood clot.
After the preparations were complete, Professor Rudolf Wagner began to disinfect and prepare for the operation.
Zheng Ren received a call from Old Chief Physician Pan. He had rushed to the emergency ward and met the patient's parents.
After some thought, Zheng Ren said, "Lil Fugui, we'll start the stage later. Do the pulmonary thrombolysis first."
Professor Rudolf Wagner nodded in response.
Pulmonary thrombolysis was a piece of cake for the professor, so Zheng Ren was not worried about it. Moreover, thrombolysis was an extremely long process that took about 30 minutes to an hour.
If the effect is not good, catheter thrombolysis may be used to treat the patient's pulmonary embolism.
He returned to the emergency ward in the isolation suit.
Old Chief Physician Pan's understanding of the patient's condition was mainly through a few simple sentences from Zheng Ren. He did not have much to say to the patient's family. He only emphasized the patient's risk and the low probability of success.
Old Chief Physician Pan heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Zheng Ren.
Old Chief Physician Pan went upstairs to take charge of the resuscitation. After all, the professor was a foreigner and was unfamiliar with many procedures. Moreover, he seemed to speak Mandarin well, but he could not make any mistakes when it came to the names of some obscure drugs.
Zheng Ren gestured for the patient's parents to sit down and asked, "I heard from the patient's boyfriend that she had a similar condition in the past?"
It would have been better if he had not mentioned the boyfriend, but the moment he mentioned it, the girl's father flew into a rage and scolded loudly. The girl's mother wiped away her tears as she tried to persuade Zheng Ren.
Zheng Ren tapped his finger on the table and said, "They're still resuscitating. Don't waste time!"
The patient's father was intimidated by Zheng Ren. He knew that the situation was urgent from the look on Zheng Ren's face. He scolded him again in a low voice before sighing and sitting down.
"My daughter usually looks normal, but once … once she's pregnant, she'll have thrombocytopenia, leading to venous thrombosis in her lower limbs," the patient's father explained.
Pregnancy? Platelets?
This was the first time Zheng Ren had heard of such a strange occurrence.
Although the System could give a diagnosis, it would never gossip about the patient's pregnancy. Zheng Ren's brows furrowed as he tried to connect the dots.
"Sigh, she's also disobedient. The last time she was in school, she was sent to the hospital for treatment and her life was saved. I didn't expect her to dare … "The patient's father let out a long sigh as tears streamed down his face.
"Which hospital did she receive treatment in?" Zheng Ren asked.
The patient's father mentioned a well-known Class Three Grade A hospital in Imperial Capital.
Zheng Ren thought about it and asked about the patient's attending doctor before picking up the phone.
It was not too late yet, so Department Chief Kong should still be awake.
After all, this was a disease that required vascular intervention. Coupled with the fact that it was a critical case of pulmonary embolism, Zheng Ren wanted to play it safe even with Professor Rudolf Wagner's thrombolysis.
"Department Chief Kong, I'm Little Zheng."
"Yes, that's right. There's an emergency patient that I need your help with. "
Zheng Ren mentioned the name of a Class Three Grade A hospital in Imperial Capital and the Department Chief of Vascular Surgery. Department Chief Kong readily agreed.
Although he did not know who Zheng Ren was on the other end of the line, the patient's father's hope was greatly boosted when he heard Zheng Ren's name.
The doctor in Imperial Capital had told him that pulmonary embolism would be very dangerous if it acted up again. If it was a Class Three Grade A hospital in Imperial Capital or Sorcery Capital, there was still hope.
If it was his hometown, the patient would probably be gone.
When he heard that it was the same disease again, the patient's father wanted to take a knife and kill the brat.
There was hope … There was hope! There was hope!
After hanging up, Zheng Ren began to prepare for the preoperative briefing while waiting for Department Chief Kong's reply.
Although the surgery had already begun, some procedures still needed to be completed.
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