"Director Chen, the patient's heart has stopped and his blood pressure has dropped extremely!"
In the operating room, everyone's heart was in their throats and they stared nervously at the data on the monitor. This was the most difficult operation in the history of the mental hospital.
"One dose of epinephrine, intravenous injection, defibrillation preparation!"
Zhao Qianqian has already pulled the defibrillator to the operating table and started charging the defibrillator.
"Get out of bed!"
Following Chen Fan's roar, Chen Fan began to use the defibrillator on the patient.
Once, twice.
Finally, on the third time, a weak heart beat appeared on the monitor.
"Director Chen, why don't you give up? We haven't performed the operation yet. We have done everything we should do. The patient's family will understand, and this is not a medical accident." A male doctor looked at Chen Fan and persuaded him.
road.
In this situation, the chance of saving the patient is almost slim.
At this time, Luo Xixi had already walked in with a box, and inside it was the artificial aorta.
Chen Fan glanced at the male doctor who just spoke: "If you are afraid of taking responsibility, you can go out."
The male doctor blushed at what Chen Fan said and took two steps back. Although he did not leave, he also decided that in this situation, he would definitely not touch anything on the operating table to avoid implicating himself.
At some point, several more silver needles appeared in Chen Fan's hand, and they were inserted into different acupuncture points of the patient.
"Timer, twenty minutes."
"Yes, timer, it starts in twenty minutes!" Zhao Qianqian repeated, her eyes fixed on the clock on the wall of the operating room.
Taking the scalpel, Chen Fan prepared to cut open the patient's chest.
"Everyone, stand back." At this moment, Chen Fan looked at everyone and reminded them.
Zheng Hairong took the lead and took a few steps back, and everyone else followed suit.
The moment Chen Fan cut it open, blood spurted out like a pillar. If they hadn't taken a few steps back earlier, I'm afraid their whole bodies would be stained with the patient's blood now.
"Blood transfusion." Chen Fan lowered his head and ordered, and he had already begun the surgery to replace the artificial aorta on the patient.
At this time, outside the operating room.
The patient's family members were crying outside the door.
"My son, your life is so miserable. You just came to the hospital, and less than an hour later, something big happened to you. If you leave, how will I live?"
The sound of crying attracted the attention of many people.
Vice-dean Lian Wenxin also came after hearing the news and wanted to persuade the aunt to calm down. Unfortunately, the aunt did not listen at all and even choked up and almost fainted several times.
"What's going on?"
"I heard that a patient was pulled into the operating room just an hour after entering the hospital."
"So serious? Isn't it said that the surgical department of this mental hospital is very strong? How could this happen?"
"Who knows, they must have neglected their duties. Otherwise, if the patient was transferred to the hospital and examined as soon as possible, this situation would not have happened."
Lian Wenxin was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
Seeing someone about to deliver something into the operating room, Lian Wenxin quickly pulled the person and asked: "Who is operating on the patient? How is the situation now?"
"Director Lian, it's Director Chen who's doing the surgery."
"You mean Chen Fan?!" Lian Wenxin's eyes suddenly widened.
"Yes! Director Li, I have to send plasma as soon as possible. The patient has lost too much blood and there is not enough plasma in it," the nurse explained.
"Go quickly, go quickly!" Lian Wenxin, who had an anxious look on his face, suddenly showed a smile, and his nervous expression relaxed a lot.
Then he looked at the aunt and said, "Aunt, don't worry. With Director Chen here, we guarantee that your son's life will not be in danger."
This is not Lian Wenxin's big talk, this is Lian Wenxin's experience accumulated over a long period of time.
His voice was very loud, and he deliberately said it to the crowd of onlookers. How could he and even Wenxin miss such a publicity opportunity.
Later, Lian Wenxin praised Chen Fan so much that even the aunt who was crying just now was stunned. It has to be said that Lian Wenxin's public relations ability is the best for this hospital.
, the highest.
But Lian Wenxin didn't know that just now, several reporters had secretly recorded what Lian Wenxin said.
"This vice-dean is really good at bragging."
"Can you blow it well? Wait a minute, I want to see how ugly his face looks."
After half an hour, the door of the operating room was finally opened, and the first person to come out was Chen Fan.
"Director Chen, how are the patients inside?" Lian Wenxin hurriedly came forward to greet them.
Since the last incident, the conflict between Chen Fan and Lian Wenxin has been resolved, and there is no longer any hostility.
"Marfan syndrome, aortic rupture." Chen Fan responded.
Then, seeing so many people watching, he frowned slightly: "Why are there so many people?"
When Lian Wenxin heard this, he looked startled: "Director Chen, are you saying that the patient inside has Marfan syndrome? And he also has a ruptured aorta?"
"Not bad, is there any problem?" Chen Fan asked.
"The operation was successful, right?" Even Wenxin knew that the cure rate of this difficult and complicated disease was horribly low, so he couldn't help but become a little worried. The feeling of relaxation before was raised in his throat again.
"What do you think?" Chen Fan asked.
Hearing Chen Fan ask himself this question, Lian Wenxin breathed a sigh of relief again.
However, the aunt on the side rushed directly to Chen Fan and cried: "Doctor, how is my son? Is he still alive? Talk, talk! If there is something wrong with my son, I won't be alive either.
Got it!"
"Your son is fine. The operation was successful and your son's life was saved." Chen Fan responded.
"My son, is everything okay? You didn't lie to me?" The aunt looked at Chen Fan blankly.
"You will know when you see your son later. They will come out immediately." Chen Fan pointed to the door of the operating room behind him.
Several people in the crowd who heard these people's conversation looked at each other with a look of shock in their eyes.
"Hey, doctor, you said you just had an aortic blood vessel replacement operation?" A questioning voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.
"That's natural. Our Director Chen's medical skills are very rare in the whole of South China." Lian Wenxin responded on Chen Fan's behalf.
"But as far as I know, this kind of operation takes at least five hours to start. The operation is so difficult that even the chief expert is not sure of its success. Director Chen, who is so young, said that he has already done the operation.
Who knows if it’s true or false.”
For a moment, the crowd at the scene started talking again.
The man who spoke just now saw the ugly expression on Lian Wenxin's face, and the corner of his mouth curved.
However, at this moment, the closed door of the operating room was suddenly opened.