Chief Kong, did you manage to get anything? "
"Oh, okay. Hold on, I'll jot it down."
As he spoke, he picked up a pen, found a piece of A4 paper, and wrote down the general process of the patient's treatment in Imperial Capital.
They were all experienced doctors, so they did not waste any time. Although they did not say much, it was all from the bottom of their hearts.
The treatment in Imperial Capital was similar to Zheng Ren's. Low-molecular-weight heparin sodium was injected intravenously followed by thrombolysis. They were afraid of thrombosis falling off, so they placed an intravenous filter to filter out blood clots.
Of course, the patient would have to undergo an abortion.
Due to the patient's unique constitution, thrombocytopenia would not improve without an abortion, and blood clots would continue to form.
The treatment process was similar to what he had expected, so Zheng Ren hung up in relief.
He continued to explain the patient's condition to the family and signed the documents. Then, he handed the preoperative communication to Yang Lei, who was on duty, before returning to the operating room.
Professor Rudolf Wagner was sitting on a white bench in a surgical gown, bored as he waited for the thrombolysis to end.
The patient's vital signs had stabilized, and her blood oxygen saturation had risen to 90%.
This was thanks to timely diagnosis and treatment. The patient had been sent to the hospital as soon as the symptoms started. If there had been a delay, the recovery would not have been so simple.
"Lil Fugui, how long has the thrombolysis been going on?" Zheng Ren asked.
"The urokinase has been administered for 15 minutes. It should be almost there," Professor Rudolf Wagner said. "Boss, the materials you used are really crude."
Zheng Ren felt helpless when he heard the professor criticize Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery.
He did not have much contact with the major import manufacturers, so he could not be on call. Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery's materials were probably imitations. The quality was slightly inferior, but the advantage was that they could be delivered in time, and the price was more affordable.
It was better than nothing.
Sea City General Hospital did not carry out similar surgeries, and there was no independent vascular surgery department to perform interventional surgery, so they did not purchase the corresponding materials.
They could only purchase them at the last minute, which was a responsible choice for both the hospital and the patient.
As for the usability … Zheng Ren knew that compared to the materials from major foreign manufacturers, they were definitely inferior.
The professor's criticism was reasonable.
Feng Xuhui's expression darkened when he heard the professor's words from the corner of the control console.
Chief Zheng should not refuse to use his own materials. He had to hold onto this big thigh.
"It's fine, I'll make do for now." Zheng Ren smiled and began to change and wash his hands.
Feng Xuhui was relieved to hear that.
This was definitely not a long-term solution. During the next meeting, he had to report to Chairman Ma. Whether it was the materials or the craftsmanship, he had to make the best use of his time to change and strengthen them.
Feng Xuhui thought.
After half an hour of urokinase thrombolysis, Zheng Ren had finished scrubbing in and was ready for surgery.
The lead door slowly closed. Zheng Ren stood in the surgeon's position while the professor continued to act as his assistant.
The implantation of the inferior vena cava filter was a simple procedure. The most difficult step — the pulmonary embolism during the emergency rescue — had been successfully passed. Zheng Ren did not go to the System's operating theater for individual training and immediately began the procedure.
The professor had already completed the catheterization for thrombolysis. Zheng Ren first inserted the 9F filter delivery sheath, then slowly inserted the filter through the delivery sheath.
The lower cavity filter of Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery was an imitation of the Simon Nitinol filter.
It was shaped like a mushroom, consisting of a roof-shaped head and a pyramid-shaped tail.
This special shape indicated that the filter was the fourth generation filter, which combined the advantages of all the previous products and made some improvements.
The mushroom-shaped shape could block blood clots to the greatest extent, preventing blood clots from passing through the filter and causing pulmonary embolism.
Although Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery's technology was relatively crude and crude, the filter was made of nickel-titanium memory alloy without cutting corners.
Zheng Ren was quite satisfied with this.
The filter entered the inferior vena cava from the femoral vein and Zheng Ren began to step on the line.
He slowly moved the filter up along the inferior vena cava until it reached the lowest level of the renal vein before opening the filter.
Due to the blood flow speed and stress at the level of the renal vein, it could increase the possibility of further dissolution of the blocked thrombus.
More importantly, this operation would not affect the function of the kidney due to the placement of the filter, so as to avoid subsequent complications.
After the filter was placed, Zheng Ren began to perform pulmonary angiography.
Seeing that most of the pulmonary embolism had been dissolved, Zheng Ren was relieved.
After withdrawing from the delivery system, Zheng Ren left. The professor had already remembered that the postoperative compressions were his. He did not leave at the same time as Zheng Ren like last time, which would have caused an awkward scene.
Zheng Ren changed his clothes while applying pressure to stop the bleeding.
The entire surgery took less than an hour, more than half of which was used for pulmonary thrombolysis.
This was due to the early detection and timely diagnosis and treatment.
Zheng Ren was also very emotional. This girl was really lucky. Pulmonary embolism had acted up twice in a row, but she had been saved both times.
He wondered if she would learn from this experience. In the future …
Who knew what would happen in the future? Zheng Ren was only responsible for treating the patient. He had no right to interfere with her private life.
Even the patient's parents could not do anything about it, so how could he?
After leaving the stage, Zheng Ren took off his lead apron and stored it in the System before coming to Old Chief Physician Pan's side.
"Did you bring her back?" Old Chief Physician Pan asked.
"Yes." Zheng Ren nodded. "I went to eat with her and happened to have an acute pulmonary embolism, so I brought her back for emergency treatment."
"She's really lucky." Old Chief Physician Pan was also emotional. "How did she get this disease at such a young age?"
"It should be due to the increase of platelets during pregnancy, causing a large number of small emboli to form in the lower limb veins. The emboli fell off and became lodged in the pulmonary artery, "Zheng Ren said.
Old Chief Physician Pan had encountered a similar situation before, but at that time, there was not a complete set of surgical treatment measures and could only be treated with thrombolysis.
Most patients did not even get a diagnosis of pulmonary embolism before they died.
Old Chief Physician Pan was deeply impressed by the advancement in technology that many diseases that used to be incurable were now treatable.
After applying pressure to stop the bleeding, the patient was sent to the ICU.
Zheng Ren was a little embarrassed. Ever since he came to the emergency ward, the frequency of patients being sent to the ICU had increased.
Would the ICU become a dedicated intensive care unit for the emergency ward in the future?
After explaining the patient's condition to the ICU doctor, Zheng Ren left to communicate with the patient's family.
The patient's father had aged a lot in a few hours. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were like ravines, and he looked haggard and worried.
A successful rescue was something to be happy about. But what about in the future?
Only God knew.
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