Although he thought so in his heart, Zheng Ren's hands did not stop moving at all.
After taking out the embolic catheter, he sent the guide wire to the area near the second stenosis of the right coronary artery. Then, he sent the guide wire into the 2.5mm × 20mm
Crosssail balloon catheter to the lesion of the anterior descending artery. The balloon was filled with 6 to 8 atmospheres of pressure. Five to eight seconds later, the lesion was dilated.
"Is there a drug-eluting stent?" Zheng Ren suddenly thought of such a question and asked.
At this time, placing a drug-eluting stent in Chief Jiang's coronary artery was the best choice.
Zheng Ren's circulatory interventional surgery was practiced in the intensive care unit of the Karolinska Medical College in Stockholm, Sweden, when he was preparing to perform surgery on Dr. Mehar.
According to the external environment, the System, the big pig trotter, had prepared all the medical supplies for Zheng Ren.
However, the problem was that he was now in Pengxi Village Hospital. This was only a township hospital in the country.
It was already very good for a hospital of this level to have a circulatory interventional surgery room. Zheng Ren felt that it was impossible for there to be a drug-eluting stent.
As expected, the scrub nurse immediately said, "Doctor Zheng, there are no drug-eluting stents."
"What do you have?"
"Only Porco's Express stent."
"Open it." Zheng Ren looked at the screen and began to imagine the surgery process in his mind.
Soon, Su Yun had everything ready.
Zheng Ren immediately placed 2.75
mm×12
The Express stent was sent to the lesion and filled the stent balloon with 6 to 12 atmospheres of pressure to expand the stent.
After repeating the angiography, the distal anterior blood flow of the lesion reached TIMI
Level III.
Zheng Ren was satisfied with the effect of the surgery and smiled.
"Chief Jiang, you have experience with postoperative medication, right? There are no drug-eluting stents. Remember to take the medication regularly, "Zheng Ren asked.
Chief Jiang was dumbfounded.
He did not know how to remove the embolus, but the speed at which the stent was placed was too fast. The position was standard, and the narrow section was completely covered. There were no flaws, and there was nothing wrong with it.
Chief Jiang had performed hundreds and thousands of such surgeries, but his standard was not particularly high. He knew very well the difficulties.
Because of his talent, it was difficult for Chief Jiang's standard to improve.
Where exactly was it stuck? Chief Jiang knew that he did not understand the three-dimensional image well enough. Furthermore, there was a problem with his technique.
As the old saying went, it was hard to tell what was in a man's heart.
It was not the original meaning. It meant that there was a discrepancy between the imaging examination and the actual situation. This was something that could not be resolved for the time being.
At least for Chief Jiang, it was a problem that could not be solved.
There were some discrepancies between the position he saw and the actual position. Moreover, there were different theories about the amount of power used.
Doctor Zheng's operation was very simple, but Chief Jiang knew that if he put down the stent and inflated the balloon, he would not be able to cover all the plaques.
Otherwise, the process of holding up the stent might lead to arteriosclerosis and severe vascular intima tear.
It was not a possibility, but a very high possibility.
The blood vessels of patients with coronary heart disease were relatively hard and fragile. If a force was exerted on the intima, the intima would definitely tear if it was not controlled properly.
However, looking at the image, there was not a trace of contrast agent left after Doctor Zheng placed the stent.
This meant that the problem of the intima tearing did not exist.
This feeling, this level, it was really amazing!
Chief Jiang lay on the operating table and watched the process of the angiography. He gradually became engrossed.
It was also Zheng Ren's first time seeing a patient focused on the image. It was a strange illusion.
He smiled, pulled out the guide wire and catheter, and applied local pressure.
"Chief Jiang, don't go to the ward. Just do the drip in the duty room," Zheng Ren said.
Chief Jiang was still looking at the radiographic films in a daze and did not hear Zheng Ren's words.
"Hey, Old Jiang! Wake up, it's time to step down! "Su Yun pushed Chief Jiang.
"Huh? What's wrong? "Chief Jiang woke up as if he had just woken up from a dream.
"You're really eager to learn." Su Yun smiled and said, "Both coronary arteries have been opened. Go back and use some medicine. I won't say what to use. Have a good rest recently. Don't worry about this. "
"I …" Chief Jiang hesitated.
Don't worry? How was that possible!
What if the frontline sent the injured down one after another? It was just the peak period. Why couldn't he hold on anymore?
Just as countless negative emotions were about to condense, Su Yun immediately said, "Old Jiang, stop! Let me tell you, your current situation is just right. Don't court death. "
Chief Jiang was helpless.
"You make it sound like the end of the world without you on Earth," Su Yun reprimanded, "Even my boss doesn't dare to say that. What kind of pretense are you putting on?"
"Then the situation here …"
"Isn't there still Uncle Ning?" Su Yun said, "When Uncle Ning works, he won't be like you. He'll be so busy that he'll have a heart attack."
This kind of shocking truth came out of Su Yun's mouth without any burden.
Chief Jiang was speechless again.
"Uncle Ning is organized. Don't worry. We're here." As Su Yun spoke, his tone changed slightly. "I'm really envious of you. You can go home and sleep. Boss, when are you going to rest? "
"If you're done, quickly carry him down and change to the next patient." Zheng Ren used his own rude words to express his dissatisfaction with Su Yun.
Why was this guy getting more and more naggy?
Zheng Ren was very, very tired. If it were not for the energy conversion lead apron that converted the X-ray radiation into 'energy' and the Energy Serum provided by the System, Zheng Ren would not have been able to last until now.
But even so, Zheng Ren had reached his limit.
He felt that the rib fracture on his left chest wall was especially painful. Zheng Ren even began to suspect that he also had a heart attack. It was just that the pain of the rib fracture had covered up the symptoms.
The System was still not considerate enough. He could not even see his own System panel.
If he could see it, the System panel would probably be light red.
The rib fracture was not a serious injury. As for the bruises, they were even less of a big deal. But did he have a heart attack?
The more he thought about it, the more Zheng Ren felt that his chest was tight and he was short of breath. His shoulders and back were radiating with pain …
It was a typical case of paranoia. Zheng Ren quickly dispelled all his thoughts. He took a few steps back and leaned against the wall. He took advantage of the time to move Chief Jiang to rest for a while.
It was only a few minutes, but to Zheng Ren, it was still very precious.
Chief Jiang would not leave the frontline if he was not seriously injured. Even if he wanted to insist, no one would agree.
Xie Ning arrived later. He diverted a portion of his energy and began to preside over the overall situation of the interventional surgery room.
Everything continued and did not stop because of Chief Jiang's departure.
The operating theater was brightly lit. One by one, the injured were carried onto the operating table for surgery. Then, they were sent to various hospitals in Chengdu in an orderly manner.
The only difference was that Chief Jiang was lying in the duty room, snoring loudly.
He could finally sleep in peace. He had no choice but to sleep.
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