There is still too little blood, and combined with the original blood in the hospital, a 20% survival rate is already a very optimistic estimate." Dr. Feng did not want to hurt Haoran and his wife, but as a doctor, he must tell the family members
The truth.
"Doctor Feng, you told us before that with 8000ml of blood, there is a way to save Qingqing's life..." Haoran weakly wanted to grab something.
"Yes, but the premise is that you must collect enough rh-negative blood within three hours!" Dr. Feng paused and looked at Haoran and Haoran, who looked slightly ashamed. This is almost an impossible task.
As a doctor, it is also painful to have to sentence one's own patients to death.
"Get enough blood..." The bad cowboy muttered to himself. Luo Tiancheng had been out for more than an hour and had only gotten 1000ml of blood. How easy was it to get another 6000ml? At this moment, he really hoped that his blood type could match the
Just like his cousin, even if half of his blood is drained, as long as it can save Qingqing's life, he will donate it without hesitation.
"I have collected 8000ml, how do you plan to save Qingqing?" Haoran stopped himself from thinking about pessimistic issues for the time being. The time has not yet come, and he hoped from the bottom of his heart that Qingqing would be lucky enough to survive in good health.
"Once there is enough blood, I can perform an exchange transfusion on her." Dr. Feng said: "Theoretically, as long as we can remove the hemolytic mutated blood in the patient's body, and then further remove the thrombus that has formed, we will be able to
There is a high degree of certainty that your friend’s life can be saved.”
"It turns out that what you are talking about is blood transfusion surgery." Haoran nodded in understanding at first, and then showed confusion and asked: "Dr. Feng, the total blood in the human body is only about 4,000 milliliters, why is there only one
Does an exchange transfusion require twice as much blood?”
"Hemolytic reaction widely occurs in the blood vessels of the patient's body. Although we rescued her early, a large number of micro-thrombi produced have spread through the blood flow to all the important organs in her body. Let's change it to another easy-to-understand sentence.
According to the statement, all the patient's organs are in danger, and the patient's body is already showing signs of complete failure." As Dr. Feng said, he looked at the faces of the two people in front of him, carefully considering every word, for fear that
It is beyond the affordability of the family members and causes unnecessary trouble.
The bad cowboy's face became paler and paler, and he had lost the courage to continue questioning.
Haoran gritted his teeth and continued to ask. Only by clarifying the situation could he know how confident Qingqing was of surviving.
"What does that have to do with blood transfusion?" he asked.
"If we only change the blood once, it may not be possible to replace all the hemolytic factors out of the body. Faced with such a large range of hemolysis and flocculation, we need to perform at least two blood transfusions to remove 80% of the risk factors. In addition, during the operation,
Loss, as well as the special factors that make it difficult for hemophilia patients to stop bleeding, the reserve of 8000ml of blood is already the most conservative estimate." Dr. Feng explained to them carefully: "As soon as the blood test results you sent are available, I can
Prepare for the first blood replacement surgery, but your family members must agree and sign."
After saying that, he turned his attention to the bad cowboy and said, "Sir, can you make this decision?"
"I..." The bad cowboy hesitated and asked again: "What will happen if blood transfusion is not performed?"
"It can only be the worst result," Dr. Feng spread his hands and said, "I have no other way to save your sister's life."
"Cowboy, we can't give up if there is hope." Haoran put his hand on the bad cowboy's shoulder, as if he wanted to give him a bit of courage. It was better to fight than to die anyway. Moreover, according to what the doctor said, there was only one blood test.
Even if there is only a 20% chance of survival, Qingqing cannot miss it.
"Doctor Feng, please prepare, I will sign immediately." The bad cowboy felt worried and asked: "How much is the specific fee? I will pay it immediately."
"Money is not an issue. When the lady left just now, the amount paid in advance was more than enough." Dr. Feng said, "All you need to do is sign to make the surgery legal."
"Okay." The bad cowboy nodded.
"I will find someone to send the informed consent form now." Dr. Feng turned and left. In order to waste time, he planned to perform a blood transfusion as soon as the blood test results came out. It was the best way to let the bad cowboy sign first.
Two minutes later, Dr. Feng returned, holding two documents printed on A4 paper in his hand. The bad cowboy read them carefully, during which time he called his aunt and told him everything. The aunt was a little excited, but because of
For the sake of my daughter's safety, I agreed to the bad cowboy signing this document at the first opportunity.
Not long after signing, the nurse surnamed Wang brought back the plasma and test results.
"There is no problem. The first blood transfusion operation will begin immediately. However, more than 2,000 milliliters of blood can only complete half of this operation." Dr. Feng said: "Although in the first process, we can use the insufficient blood.
Artificial plasma can be substituted, but this will seriously reduce the patient's survival probability. Therefore, the key to this round of rescue is - whether you can collect so much blood within the scheduled time!"
"That's it." Haoran nodded. After listening to Dr. Feng's words, his mood did not improve at all because he could undergo surgery. On the contrary, the heavy feeling in his heart gradually increased as time went by.
It became even heavier. Luo Tiancheng had done his best to raise the thousand milliliters of blood in front of him. Xiaoyun returned to Situ's house. There has been no news from there yet, but no matter how powerful her father is, such a short period of time
Raising one to two thousand blood within a short period of time is already the limit.
"I wonder if there is any hope for my uncle..." The bad cowboy murmured, but his voice was so soft that others could not hear what he was saying.
Half an hour after the operation, Situ Muyun also sent someone to deliver 1,500 milliliters of blood. Just like Luo Tiancheng, after calling to inquire about the situation, she continued to stay outside to think of ways to collect more.
As time passed, people in the emergency room came out from time to time to tell them the latest situation of Lan Qingjue. Sometimes it was Dr. Feng himself, sometimes the young resident doctor.
"Is there any news from your friend?" When Dr. Feng came out for the last time, his brows furrowed deeply. The previous blood transfusions went smoothly, and Lan Qingjue's condition was better than before.
He had learned a lot, but he underestimated the danger of hemophilia. The amount of bleeding during Lan Qing Jue surgery was significantly higher than that of ordinary patients. The more than 3,000 ml of blood was only used halfway through the first blood transfusion.
It's almost used up. If we don't get a large amount of follow-up blood, the unstable factors that caused the hemolysis will come back and ruin the girl's life again.
"Not yet." The bad cowboy shook his head helplessly. Two hours have passed now. There is no updated news from Xiaoyun and Luo Tiancheng. The hope is probably quite slim. The only thing that can be counted on is that Lan Qingjue's father can be there in time.
Come here, as far as he knows, his uncle's blood type should be the same as Qingqing's, but a person's blood volume is also limited. He can't extract all the blood from his uncle's body to save her. Such a life-for-life thing is
No hospital dares to do this.
"Let's think of another way, otherwise..." Dr. Feng shook his head and swallowed the words as they reached his lips. However, both Haoran and the bad cowboy understood what he meant.
"How much longer?" Haoran asked.
"Wait three quarters of an hour at most." Doctor Feng gave an exact number and returned to the emergency room.
"Cousin..." The bad cowboy's eyes were full of tears. They say that men don't shed tears lightly, but they just haven't reached the sad point!
"Qingqing..." Haoran also felt his heart aching for a while, watching a life as vivid as a flower slowly wither and wither in front of his eyes, but he could do nothing.
At this moment, a BMW stopped at the door of the emergency room, and a woman with curly hair hurriedly got out of the car and rushed straight to the emergency door.
As soon as she saw the bad cowboy, she trotted over and asked in a trembling voice: "Daniu, where is your cousin?"
"Auntie, you're here!" The bad cowboy's eyes were happy, but the light dimmed again. He did not see his uncle who had the same blood type as his cousin.
"Take me to see Qingqing quickly." Lan Qingjue's mother grabbed the rotten cowboy's arm with trembling hands, so hard that he bared his teeth.
"Qingqing is still in the operating room, we can't go in." The bad cowboy pointed at the door of the trauma room, and the LCD display above showed three red words: In operation.
"Why didn't uncle come?" The bad cowboy asked hurriedly: "The doctor said that a large amount of blood is still needed. As long as the blood transfusion operation can be successful, Qingqing's life will basically be saved."
He was afraid of irritating his aunt, so when he asked about things, he only told the good side.
"He asked me to come first and go collect blood myself." The corners of Qingqing's mother's eyes were red, and tears had already flowed down her face.
"How long will it take? The doctor said it will take another three-quarters of an hour at most." The bad cowboy was shocked when he heard this. He originally hoped that his uncle would come over and at least draw a few hundred milliliters of blood to Qingqing to save him and survive the danger.
critical moment.
"What, only three-quarters of an hour left?" Qingqing's mother felt like the sky was spinning when she heard this, her vision turned black, her legs went weak and she fell to the ground.
"Aunt, hold on." The bad cowboy quickly grabbed her and helped her sit on a chair aside.
"Auntie, drink a glass of water. Qingqing is our good friend, and we won't let anything happen to her." Haoran asked for a disposable cup from the nurse, and took some water from the water dispenser and handed it over.
Lan Qingjue's mother pushed away the cup. She shook her head blankly, with a lot of water in her eyes.
"I hope it's not too late for me to arrive." Just as Haoran and Bad Cowboy were trying to appease Qingqing's mother, a somewhat familiar male voice came from behind them.
