Air...Embolization...

These four words hit everyone's heads like a huge rock, making the people in the operating room dizzy.

The equipment nurse jumped up, but the white dragon horse was very tall. She accidentally fell to the ground by stepping on the air.

Wang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and the mask moved slightly, "Don't talk nonsense, you know nothing. Air embolization, I'll see if your brain is embolized."

"What do you know so much!" Zhou Congwen fought on his shoulder and staggered Wang Chengfa.

If it were other trivial matters, Zhou Congwen would not have been a lie with Wang Chengfa. Anyway, he was already a dead person in Zhou Congwen's eyes. Who would care about the opinions of the dead?

But now it’s different, air embolization! If you don’t do it properly, it will really kill people!

Wang Chengfa never expected that Zhou Congwen would hit him. He was stunned for a moment and did not react immediately.

Zhou Congwen was not polite at all, and looked at the anesthesiologist and asked, "See if the patient has cyanosis!"

The anesthesiologist was startled, looked down and nodded with a pale face.

"Eliminate the breathing circuit to be disconnected immediately." Zhou Congwen said calmly.

"What?" the anesthesiologist asked subconsciously.

"You don't understand the breathing circuit?" Zhou Congwen burst out directly, and the swear words he didn't say were just sensational.

"I know, right away."

The anesthesiologist was scolded by Zhou Congwen in disgrace, but he woke up by scolding. He started to check the intubation and the airways were all reported without any abnormalities.

Although the other reasons for the separation of electromechanical machinery are not complete, Zhou Congwen did not investigate, and his eyes narrowed and opened the sterile sheet.

"This is a sterile sheet!" Wang Qiang held Zhou Congwen's hand.

"Get out!" Zhou Congwen's sterile pliers hit Wang Qiang's forehead directly.

Wang Chengfa was about to reach out to beat Zhou Congwen, but was shocked by the scene in front of him.

The patient's chest wall has bulged along the curve of the surgical incision, and there is no idea when a large amount of emphysema occurs subcutaneously.

Is it really an air embolization?

When Wang Cheng was stunned, a cold voice said, "Adjust your position, lower your head and high your feet."

A second later, there was no movement in the operating room yet, so Zhou Congwen picked up a hemostatic forceps and smashed it at the anesthesiologist.

"Ba~"

"Xiao Zhou..."

"Isn't you heard about the adjustment of the position? Rescue, what a god!" Zhou Congwen said coldly.

The anesthesiologist shuddered and immediately adjusted the angle of the operating table.

Fortunately, the operating table of the Third Hospital is quite new and you can adjust the angle, otherwise it will take at least 3-5 minutes to just move your position.

"Give 100% pure oxygen."

"The ventilator adjusts the mode and continuously ventilates positive airway pressure."

"Shen Lang, find the location where the subcutaneous edema spreads, press and twist upwards."

"Director Wang, look directly at the heart and pay attention to the intensity."

"Erepinephrine 0.1 mg intravenously."

"Dexamethasone 10mg intravenously."

"Come on a tour, find ice caps, hurry up."

A series of rescue doctor's orders echoed in the operating room.

Every doctor's order whizzed like a bullet, and the anesthesiologist, nurse, and Shen Lang began to execute the doctor's order without hesitation.

Wang Cheng was stunned for a moment, "Who asked you to direct the rescue?"

Zhou Congwen looked at Wang Chengfa viciously, "Wang Chengfa, will you fucking rescue air embolism?"

"..." Wang Chengfa never expected that Zhou Congwen would sting his body, and he was no longer as gentle as usual.

Will you rescue yourself?

Surely I can't do it!

If air embolism occurs, the patient will definitely die, and it will undoubtedly die.

Zhou Congwen was willing to take the blame for his mother, but now he is proud and will make him cry immediately!

Wang Chengfa instantly understood the facts and directly admitted defeat.

"I can't just be honest. I don't need to teach you." Zhou Congwen stared at the ECG monitoring and shouted fiercely.

There was only a monitor in the operating room, and the sharp alarm sound of the ventilator sounded. The others were suppressed by Zhou Congwen's momentum, and even felt a little difficult to breathe.

"Infusion speeds up, give colloid first."

"Erepinephrine 0.1 mg intravenously, dopamine 10 mg intravenously, and dexamethasone 10 mg intravenously."

"Prepare to aspirate the CVP catheter..."

As he said that, Zhou Congwen was stunned for a moment.

CVP is also called central venous pressure measurement, and it was not given before surgery!

In trouble... Zhou Congwen reached out his hand coldly, "Central venous pressure puncture kit."

"Ah? What do you want it for?" The nurse of the tour was stunned.

But Zhou Congwen's fierce and domineering gaze made her swallow all the words behind her.

When he heard that it was air embolism, he couldn't even make a sound, and he even beeped in a wool.

Before the hemostatic forceps were hit, the circuit nurse ran to find the central venous pressure puncture kit.

Wang Qiang stared at Zhou Congwen in a daze. Zhou Congwen, who had always been honest, suddenly became unaware of him.

He stood in the position of the surgeon to direct rescue, and every doctor's order was clear and clear. Although he couldn't understand it for a while, he could still find why in a corner of his memory when he tried to recall.

The angle of the operating table is to place the patient on the left side, with the head low, so that the foam is located at the apex of the right atrium or right ventricle until the gas dissolves in the blood or is withdrawn through a central venous catheter extending into the right atrium.

But can he really do it?

impossible!

This is just written in the book. There are so many things written in the textbook. How many people can really do it!

Countless impossible things came out of Wang Qiang's heart.

Air embolism, the patient is dead...what should I do?

This patient was in charge of himself. If he really died on the operating table... it won't work! Wang Qiang immediately thought of a solution, "Master, why not push it back to our small guardianship room immediately?"

His meaning is very obvious. He pushed it back while the patient was still breathing a sigh of relief.

Leaving alive and dying on the operating table are two completely different concepts.

Then, after the patient's family has enough psychological expectations, the patient will be declared dead.

The advantage of doing this is... Wang Qiang suddenly felt like a needle piercing into his skin while doing it. The sharp stinging pain interrupted his thoughts.

"Get out!" Zhou Congwen cursed in a deep voice, "Are you still alive? Are you pushing it back and waiting to die? Be a human being."

Wang Qiang was scolded and blushed, but he could not refute it. He could only glar at Zhou Congwen angrily, even though Zhou Congwen's eyes never fell on him.

After taking a look, Wang Qiang felt embarrassed and looked at Wang Chengfa again. Master Wang, who has always been fierce and domineering, was honestly pinching his heart. Wang Qiang couldn't understand what was going on and why such a strange situation occurred.

A sound of running came, and the circuit nurse ran over with a puncture kit.

The deep vein puncture kit operating room has just entered, but no one can get out of the office except the director and another anesthesiologist.

Zhou Congwen, can he do it?
Chapter completed!