Chapter 1795: Amniotic fluid embolism, can the vampire help save it?
Grand Duke Rimmer thought that with his level and agility, he would be the first to step into the rescue room... as long as he wanted to.
However, reality gave him a blow. Just as he took a step forward, a whirlwind blew behind him, and a figure in white rushed in impatiently, shouting as he rushed:
"I'm a healer too! How can I help?"
"Stand back! Stick to the wall! Be careful of infection!" In the emergency room, the first thing that came out was this scolding. The glorious nun who rushed into the emergency room clung to the wall, raised her ears, and listened to the operating table.
The former surgeon asked:
"Can [Cure Fatal Wounds] work? How many can be put in?"
"Yes! Two! I can also put five more [Cure Serious Injuries]!"
"As long as [healing fatal injuries]! Let go!"
"Put it back!"
"Get out!"
Isn't it... Burning bridges like this... Once the two [Cure Fatal Wounds] are used up, it will be of no use to them, so just drive them away...
Grand Duke Rimmer burst into laughter.
He looked at Sister Glorious, who had released two [Cure Fatal Wounds] in a very short period of time, making herself pale from exhaustion. She was dripping with sweat and walked out unsteadily, and looked at another priest striding in:
"I'll take over! I can put five in!"
"Okay! Listen to my command! Release!"
"put!"
"put--"
Relying on the unexpected reinforcements, the patient managed to hold on for a while longer. Finally, there were clumsy footsteps in the corridor, and two magicians rushed in pushing a strange-looking thing:
"It's here, Master Nordmark has arrived -"
What, here we are?
In the midst of his busy schedule, Grand Duke Rimmer turned sideways. What rushed past him was something that looked a bit like a tower and a bit like a cabinet. It made a rustling sound and had four wheels underneath.
Make noise:
"Don't worry, what's going on?"
"Maternal hemorrhage!" Beside the surgeon, a girl began to report anxiously:
"We had an emergency caesarean section and took out the baby. The uterus was weak, so we had to manually remove the placenta. Halfway through, the mother's heart stopped! She has been pressed down now, but her condition is getting worse and worse——"
So is this a remote call? The Magic Council’s remote calls have reached this point. Can they communicate directly even though they are thousands of miles apart?
Oh, no, it’s not a direct call, because the image of a person is exposed on that thing:
"Keep pressing, don't stop. Let me see her situation - turn around and face the surveillance light curtain!"
Grand Duke Rimmer turned into a black smoke, dodged into the rescue room, and found a place out of the way to stand against the wall. As soon as he stood up, he quickly floated up again, an inch above the ground:
Good guy!
The blood flowed to his feet!
On the operating table, probably under the mother's body, blood flowed down like a waterfall. Several therapists who were busy around the mother stepped directly on the blood, making a sound of water when they stepped on it, and a sound when they stepped on it.
water sound;
The mother's arms were spread out, and near her elbows, two light green, translucent tubes were hanging high at the same time. In the tubes, blood gurgled, dyeing the tubes almost black;
On the trolley next to the operating table, a small platform has been filled with empty blood bags. Beside the trolley, a healer is guarding, taking off the blood bags from the basket that flew into the room along the wire, and connecting them to the translucent
tube;
Then take off the empty blood bags from the other end of the tubes and put them neatly on the cart...
Tsk, how much blood was used!
But so much blood is still not enough - maybe it's not entirely a problem of blood, but it's just not enough. Grand Duke Rimmer didn't even need to twitch his nose, he could feel it instinctively:
The mother's aura is weakening, not quickly, but irreversibly weakening... If the treatment technique hadn't been used to remove them one by one at all costs, I'm afraid she would have died long ago!
Do you still need to save me?
No matter how much it costs, do we have to save him?
Grand Duke Rimmer watched with interest. The mother was just an ordinary poor woman, her body was extremely thin, and her body was covered with traces of years of torture.
He doesn't have any great qualifications, he can tell this just by smelling the smell of blood;
The spells that were thrown on her body, calculated according to the universal charging standards, it is estimated that she will not be able to repay it in ten lifetimes...
But they were still trying to find ways to save her. The Nordmark mage, with his "team" - the Grand Duke remembered that this was the wording in the paper - were doing their best to save her.
"The blood pressure is so low." The Nordmark mage said in the light curtain:
"What about tissue hypoxia? Look at her lips, look at her fingernails and other areas. Is there any obvious sign of cyanosis? Yes? Damn it!"
He cursed in a low voice and spoke faster and faster. Although Grand Duke Rimmer didn't know what Master Nordmark was cursing, he could probably guess that the mother's condition was very bad, and it was probably too bad for him to handle.
Ability:
"What about coagulation? How about coagulation? Look at the coagulation!"
Immediately, a healer jumped down and almost got under the mother to take a look. Soon, a crying voice came from under the operating table:
"Poor clotting! She's bleeding! She keeps bleeding-"
Mage Nordmark cursed something again, his voice low and vague. Grand Duke Rimmer floated forward a little with interest, and heard his voice suddenly become louder:
"Blood transfusion! Speed up blood transfusion! Open venous access! Two are not enough! Four limbs! Add central venous access! As soon as possible!"
"Pressure blood transfusion! Pressure blood transfusion! I taught you this! - Can't operate? Use your hands! Use your hands! The natural priest gives up control and does his best to maintain the strength of the blood transfusion channels!"
"Check the ventilator! Keep the airway open! Give adequate oxygen!"
"Encouragement technique! Encouragement technique! Don't target the heart specifically! Apply it to the whole body! And use soothing technique, target the lungs - she is likely to have pulmonary vasospasm! Bronchial smooth muscle spasm!"
"Accelerate blood! Accelerate blood! The current blood volume is not enough! Prepare for me -" The Grand Duke clearly saw that the Nordmark mage in the light screen also gritted his teeth, and then said an extremely astonishing number:
“Sixty thousand milliliters!!!”
"Sixty thousand!"
"Sixty thousand?!"
“We don’t even have enough blood donors!”
"Go call someone! Go call someone quickly!"
There was a cry of exclamation. Grete's heart couldn't stop sinking: after the caesarean section, sudden cardiac arrest, hypotension, chest tightness, difficulty breathing, tissue hypoxia, cyanosis, and coagulation dysfunction——
Adding all the symptoms together, he could think of the most dangerous clinical situation in obstetrics:
Known as the number one obstetric killer, the probability of occurrence is one in ten thousand.
Amniotic fluid embolism!
How can I save this thing?
Even if I were at the scene, there was a high probability that I wouldn't be able to save this thing, let alone thousands of miles away now!
"Hey, Master Nordmark, do you want to give her a lot of blood transfusion?" Suddenly there was a flash in front of the light screen, and a black shadow floated over and stuck out half of its head:
"Is there anything I can do to help? We vampires are the best at playing with blood!!!"