Time passed by second after second, but Yu Zhiming still made no new moves.
Others can wait patiently, but the daughter of the man with a crew cut cannot wait any longer.
I can't wait a second longer.
She knows the golden four-minute principle, which refers to the resuscitation principles for cardiac arrest patients.
Because four minutes after cardiac arrest, irreversible damage to brain cells will occur.
If the delay lasts for more than ten minutes, the patient may be brain dead even if he is rescued.
In addition, medical research shows that for every minute of delay in the treatment of cardiac arrest, survival rates decrease by 7%-10%.
If defibrillation is performed within one minute of cardiac arrest, the patient's survival rate can reach 90%.
After five minutes, it dropped to about 50%.
Seventh minute, about 30%.
After nine to eleven minutes, about 10%.
And for more than twelve minutes, it's only a mere 2-5%.
In other words, for every second Yu Zhiming delays, the probability of her father being successfully rescued will decrease by one point.
But as soon as the daughter of the flat-headed man took a step forward with an anxious look on her face, she was grabbed by Mr. Xia's quick eyes and hands.
He persuaded in a low voice with a rapid tone: "Dr. Yu's understanding of the body is unparalleled."
"A few of the people here are also famous doctors."
"Your father will be fine."
In addition to Yu Zhiming, there are five masters of traditional Chinese medicine among them, including Wang Wu, Qin Qiushi and several other people who are comparable to senior chief physicians in well-known hospitals. If a patient has an accident, their face will be lost.
Already?
It's just that at this time, how can a daughter who is desperate for her father's life listen to persuasion?
She struggled and shouted: "Almost four minutes..."
Before she finished speaking, Yu Zhiming over there finally changed.
I saw his hands leaving the flat-headed man's chest, and he spoke at the same time.
"It's now!"
Dr. Qin Qiushi, who was always prepared, immediately pressed the switch of the defibrillator.
With a muffled sound, the body of the flat-headed man on the gurney shook slightly.
"Come again..."
"Come again..."
Dr. Qin Qiushi listened to Yu Zhiming's "come again" and pressed the switch twice in succession as a conditioned reflex.
Immediately afterwards, Yu Zhiming pressed his hand on the left chest of the crew-cut man again.
After feeling it for a moment, he smiled.
"That's it."
When Xia's son heard this, he no longer held the hand of the flat-headed man's daughter and let her rush to his father's side.
"Dad, dad, dad..."
More than ten seconds later, the man with the flat head opened his eyes again under his daughter's violent shaking and shouting.
He first stared blankly at his daughter's face for a few seconds, then finally focused his eyes and began groping for his chest with his hands.
"Did I restart successfully? Or has it not started yet?"
The daughter of the flat-headed man said hurriedly: "It's successful, the heart has been restarted successfully. Dad, how do you feel?"
"Dad, do you still remember who I am?"
With the support of his daughter, the man with a flat head sat on the gurney and glanced at her.
"Are you stupid? Of course I remember who you are."
He touched his chest and muttered: "I feel... I feel... I feel a lot more at ease."
"I'll take your pulse."
Mr. Xia on the side was talking, and then he came to the man with a flat head and put his fingers on the man's left wrist...
"The heart pulse... is stable... solid, without any signs of emptiness."
Mr. Xia looked at Yu Zhiming with burning eyes, with surprise that could not be concealed on his face.
"The symptoms that left me helpless were all solved by a seemingly simple restart of the heart."
"Dr. Yu, I am impressed by your ability."
Yu Zhiming smiled slightly like a master.
Mr. Ye on the side sighed loudly: "It seems like a simple restart of the heart, but it is actually based on an amazing understanding of the heart and an amazing control of timing."
"No matter how big the world is, there is only one doctor who can do this."
Yu Zhiming said modestly: "Teacher Ye, you praise me too much. I will be proud of you. It's just that it's not difficult for people to join, plus some luck."
Ye Lao laughed and said: "At your age, you are capable, even if your tail is raised to the sky, no one can say anything about you."
As he spoke, Mr. Ye also came to the side of the flat-headed man, urging Mr. Qin who had come earlier than him.
"Mr. Qin, have you finished calling me? Let me tell you your pulse..."
While several big guys were queuing up to find out the crew cut man's pulse, Qing Ning poked Yu Zhiming's waist with his finger.
"Zhi Ming, if a bad guy bullies you in the future, can you beat him until his heart stops with one punch?"
Yu Zhiming stretched out his hand and tapped Qing Ning's eyebrows, and chuckled: "How is this possible?"
"The main reason is that there was something wrong with his heart, and it gave me enough time to detect it, so that I could successfully hit it."
"Others can't do it."
At this time, Dr. Qin Qiushi came over and asked: "Dr. Yu, after your heart stopped, you waited for a period of time before performing defibrillation and pacing. There must be an important reason, right?"
As this question was asked, everyone in the small courtyard couldn't help but pay attention.
Yu Zhiming said: "The main thing is to let the heart completely dissipate and remove the stress of previous arrhythmia, or myocardial memory."
"It's equivalent to an information format for the heart."
These words made Qin Qiushi, Wang Wu, and Ye Peng somewhat confused, but they all knew that only Yu Zhiming, a highly skilled person, would dare to take action in this kind of case.
For everyone else, forget it...
Several Chinese medicine practitioners checked the pulse of the flat-headed man one by one, and Ye Peng arranged for him to go to the ward of Licorice Hall for rest and observation.
Afterwards, everyone moved to the main room of the small courtyard.
A large round dining table that can accommodate fifteen or sixteen people has been prepared here, which is enough for everyone to sit down.
Immediately afterwards, the staff of Licorice Hall brought the dishes one after another.
Yu Zhiming looked over and found that the dish was exquisite, full of color and flavor, and looked quite different from southern food.
Mr. Qin could tell at a glance, and couldn't help but smile and said: "It's actually a palace dish, and it's done well! Mr. Ye, you're not a chef invited from the capital, are you?"
Mr. Ye chuckled and said: "The chef is indeed from the capital and is planning to open a palace restaurant in Binhai. I saw that he was idle for a while, so I invited him to come over and prepare this table."
"This is the result of five days of preparation. Let's taste it."
Following Ye Lao's words, Yu Zhiming picked up a piece of roasted deer tendon placed in front of him and put it into his mouth. He found that it was full of elasticity, delicious and unique.
This also suddenly opened up Yu Zhiming's taste buds and appetite, and he started eating.
After eating for a while, Yu Zhiming felt much more relaxed physically and mentally, and then he realized that a few people were looking at him.
Yu Zhiming suddenly felt a little embarrassed and said: "The food was so delicious that I couldn't hold it back and started laughing."
Mr. Ye chuckled and said, "Dr. Yu, along with your reputation as a medical genius, your appetite and appetite are also spread."
"We all know that because of your daily consumption, you need to eat more to replenish your body's needs."
Mr. Ye said with a loving look on his face: "Doctor Yu, just eat as you please, don't worry too much."
Yu Zhiming chuckled and said, "I already have a lot of food in my stomach. Now I can eat slowly while chatting."
Mr. Ye smiled and said: "In the next week, we people will be closed in this small courtyard to research alternative medicines."
"I propose that we have a drink together first and wish you good luck."
When Yu Zhiming heard this, he quickly raised his tea cup, signaled to everyone from a distance, and took a sip of tea.
After drinking this drink together, the people at the table entered a cheerful atmosphere and chatted while eating.
Qing Ning, who was sitting next to Yu Zhiming, told him that the procedures for the phantom car had been completed.
Twenty percent of the incidental income tax, vehicle purchase tax, vehicle and vessel tax, etc., plus insurance, and subtracting government discounts, the total cost today is nearly three million.
Yu Zhiming nodded and said yes, but he couldn't help but mutter in his heart. Fortunately, he also earned a lot of money, otherwise he wouldn't be able to afford it even if the wealthy people gave him luxury cars as gifts.
Qing Ning lowered her voice again and said: "Zhi Ming, I also drove to a place with Officer Wei and did a comprehensive inspection of the car inside and outside."
"Officer Wei said there is nothing wrong with the car, so feel free to ride on it."
Yu Zhiming hummed again.
"Doctor Yu..."
Yu Zhiming followed the voice and looked at Mr. Bai Xiaoping, the king of plasters. When he saw him raising his glass, he quickly raised his teacup in response.
"Dr. Yu, thank you for telling me about that guy's evil deeds. To be honest, if it hadn't been for that accident, that guy would have married the daughter of one of my friends."
Bai Lao said with emotion: "I really didn't expect that a young man who looks pretty good could actually do something like that."
After a pause, he added: "My friend asked me to express my solemn thanks to you on his behalf."
Yu Zhiming said politely: "It's just a little effort."
He took a sip of tea, but before he put down the cup, he heard the voice of Mr. Liu Jiri, the Poison King again.
"Dr. Yu, I said last time that my patient does not need help. I found that I seriously underestimated your ability, Dr. Yu, and overestimated my ability."
Mr. Liu cupped his fists and said, "Doctor Yu, I have a female patient who needs your help. Is it convenient for you?"
Yu Zhiming said with great respect: "Mr. Liu, tell me!"
Mr. Liu introduced: "My female patient, in your Western medicine terms, has lupus erythematosus."
"For this disease, my medicine has a good effect, but the effect is too overbearing and most people can't bear it. The main reason is that the heart can't bear it."
"I want to ask you to protect her heart."
Yu Zhiming pondered and said: "Mr. Liu, I can roughly judge the state of a person's heart and whether it has reached the limit of endurance."
"But it's a little difficult to protect him."
Mr. Liu nodded and said: "Doctor Yu, with these preparatory judgments about the heart, it is enough."
"When I finish the work here, we will make an appointment to talk in detail..."
