Chief Jiang once again confirmed that Zheng Ren was not joking. He came to the operating table in confusion, looked at Zheng Ren, and asked, "Doctor Zheng? What's wrong? "
"Have you ever had a history of myocardial infarction?"
"Yes, but it's old. There's nothing unusual about it now."
"Lie down. Slow down. Don't use too much force." Zheng Ren's words were filled with dignity and could not be rejected.
Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren in surprise. Could he really diagnose Chief Jiang with an acute myocardial infarction?
Chief Jiang's head was dripping with sweat. He did not spend much time with Zheng Ren, but Zheng Ren had long conquered him with his unparalleled surgical skills.
What the senior doctor said was right …
He lay on the operating table in a daze, smiled, and said, "Doctor Zheng, you should take the time to rest for a few hours."
Chief Jiang thought that Zheng Ren's behavior was abnormal because he was tired. He should not anger him now.
The two of them were thinking about completely different things. Things had become a little strange.
When Chief Jiang lay down, Su Yun pushed the electrocardiogram machine over and skillfully sucked the various leads to Chief Jiang's chest.
It was a little inconvenient for Zheng Ren to look at the electrocardiogram on his side. He was not in the mood to look at it anyway. Su Yun was doing it anyway. It was impossible for a person who could perform a heart transplant to not be able to see the electrocardiogram.
"Boss, acute myocardial infarction in the anterior wall. Emergency surgery is recommended." Su Yun looked at the electrocardiogram and his expression immediately turned cold. It was as if he was receiving a patient and gave a cold and accurate opinion.
"Who's that? Where's Chief Jiang's wife?" Zheng Ren asked the junior doctor.
"Uh …" Chief Jiang grabbed the electrocardiogram. It clearly showed the characteristic signs of myocardial infarction — ST-segment elevation.
"Impossible." Chief Jiang was puzzled. If it was true, why did he not feel anything at all?
Zheng Ren glanced at it and said, "The ST-segment elevation of leads V1 to V6 is considered to be an acute thrombosis. The thrombosis is located at the proximal end of the left anterior descending branch. In addition to the anterior wall being involved, the ventricular septum and the lateral wall will also be involved."
"Who's that? Call Chief Jiang's wife and tell her that we're going to perform emergency surgery here. Ask her to sign it," Zheng Ren said. "Prepare for emergency surgery and dispense the medicine."
The air in the operating theater froze for a few seconds. Zheng Ren looked at Chief Jiang in confusion and asked, "Do you usually perform emergency surgery like this?"
Chief Jiang's face turned red.
Although he still refused to believe Zheng Ren's words, if he was not the patient, how could the emergency rescue be left untouched after the superior doctor's orders?
Just as he was about to speak, Zheng Ren said lightly, "This is a typical black widow myocardial infarction. According to the official definition of STEMI given by the American College of Cardiology and the American Heart Association, you now have the tombstone type of black widow myocardial infarction. You must undergo emergency surgery without delay."
Chief Jiang recalled the electrocardiogram. Although he still did not believe it, the objective evidence was there and he could not refute it.
"Boss, should I take out the thrombus or dissolve it?"
"Embolectomy," Zheng Ren said. "You have a coronary embolectomy catheter here, right?"
Chief Jiang put himself in the shoes of a doctor. If he were to encounter such a situation, he would definitely have to perform emergency surgery.
However, it was very difficult to remove the suppository from the anterior descending branch. This was not the main point. The main point was that he was a doctor. How could he lie on the operating table during an emergency like this and delay the rescue?
"Don't be stubborn. If you hurry up and perform the surgery, you can save yourself some trouble. If I continue to argue with you, not only will you not be able to be saved, but the others will also not be able to be saved, "Su Yun saw Chief Jiang's constipated expression and immediately retorted.
Chief Jiang felt as if cold water had been poured on his head. He instantly became sober.
"Surgery, Xiao Liu, bring me an A4 paper," Chief Jiang said in a deep voice.
The young doctor was stunned by the scene in front of him. It was not until Chief Jiang spoke that he went to take an A4 paper in a daze.
Chief Jiang signed his name on the paper and said, "Go and do the preoperative signature. I'm not considered a frontline patient. I'm considered an ordinary emergency inpatient."
In his mind, emergency myocardial infarction was considered an ordinary patient.
"Slow down. Take off your shirt," Zheng Ren said.
Chief Jiang smiled bitterly. As he took off his clothes, he whispered, "If I suddenly have a heart attack and can't be saved, will I be considered a martyr?"
"No," Su Yun said. "With me … the boss and I around, it won't be that easy for you to die. It's just a tombstone black widow. It's not difficult. Don't dawdle. The surgery will be over in ten minutes. You can rest for a day. "
"I can finally rest for a while?" Chief Jiang lay on the cold operating table in a daze.
"Su Yun, come with me. Let's disinfect it," Zheng Ren said.
"Look at you. You're delaying things!" Su Yun ran to scrub his hands. As he did so, he said, "If you're tired, rest early. Don't cause a heart attack. This is because my boss is here. If you have symptoms, you won't even be able to remove the thrombus. "
"I can still remove it," Zheng Ren said.
"…" Su Yun glanced at him and said, "Boss, I'm praising you. Can't you tell?"
"Hurry up and disinfect it. There are still injured people over there," Zheng Ren ignored Su Yun's nagging and said lightly.
The operating theater was emptied. It was like emergency treatment for the injured. The surgery quickly began.
Chief Jiang felt that he had entered a wonderful world. One second ago, he was still rescuing the injured people who had been pulled down from the frontline. The next second, he was lying on the operating table, quietly waiting for the surgery.
Life was really f * cking weird!
He cursed in his heart. How could he be so disappointing? Why did he suddenly have a heart attack?!
It was a pity that he could not run around anymore.
Thinking about it, Chief Jiang felt very regretful. His vision was blurry.
"Hey, Old Jiang, don't tell me you want to cry?" Su Yun disinfected his left wrist and did not lose the opportunity to retort.
"No." Chief Jiang closed his eyes and lied. A line of turbid tears flowed down the corner of his eyes.
"It's a small problem. But let me tell you, you have to rest well after the surgery. This is considered a work-related injury," Su Yun said. "Also, don't make a fuss about supporting your sick body and investing yourself in the cause of saving the dying and helping the injured. You're a f * cking trouble. If you're fine, this side will be much smoother. "
"…" Chief Jiang did not expect Su Yun to say that to him.
That wisp of sadness vanished into thin air.
"To put it simply, don't come up and cause trouble. Let me tell you."
"Brother Yun, you can't comfort people like that, right?" Chief Jiang smiled bitterly.
"Comfort? Nonsense! Hurry up and finish your surgery. There are still injured people waiting behind. "Su Yun's mouth was long-winded, but it did not delay the movements of his hands at all.
After Zheng Ren finished scrubbing his hands, he put on his clothes and stood beside Chief Jiang.
"Doctor Zheng, sorry to trouble you."
"You have a stent, right?" Zheng Ren did not notice the change in Chief Jiang's emotions at all. He only treated him as an ordinary patient who needed treatment.
"Little Liu brought it over," Su Yun said.
"Okay." Zheng Ren began to lay out the sheet. An artery sheath appeared in his hand.
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