The great instructor said one thing, students should be extremely vigilant.
Dr. Xie Wanying nodded.
Good guy, he actually nodded.——Zhang Huayao’s small gray eyes flashed.
The junior sister is fully prepared, but where are the other assistants? Shen Youhuan followed and his eyes flickered.
Dr. Song is going to sweat again.
Dr. Cao Yong stared hard at Dr. Wen Jinsheng.
Dr. Wen Jinsheng is preparing to clip the electrodes of the electro-acupuncture machine to the needles on the patient's acupuncture points.
Before deciding whether to use electroacupuncture, Dr. Wen Zihan tried to increase the "acupuncture dose" using techniques, such as using the most commonly used twisting needles.
Western medicine bigwigs were scared when they saw her quickly twisting the needles. When they saw their traditional Chinese medicine doctors preparing to add electro-acupuncture stimulation, they were like Dr. Song sweating profusely, or like Dr. Cao Yong's face turned pale.
"This, this, this?" Director Qin, who looked back at the patient's heart rhythm curve, hesitated whether to shout and stop.
If you stop now, you will definitely miss the mark.
After a while, someone suddenly intervened and said: "Can't stop!"
If it weren't for this voice and other people followed it, they would have discovered that the big boss of hepatobiliary surgery had actually never left here.
While others were busy saving the patient's heart, Tao Zhijie immediately borrowed the stethoscope from the pocket of the medical student's white coat behind him, put the earplugs in his ears and walked up to listen to the patient's bowel sounds. He held his breath on the spot.
With so many famous doctors, the patient should be able to be saved. The medical students present thought to themselves. But in fact, anyone who has stayed in clinical practice for a few days and seen rescue scenes knows that having famous doctors does not necessarily mean that the person can be saved. Medicine
There are always limitations.
Pray for grandpa. Mi Silan wiped the corners of his eyes silently with his fingers.
The senior sisters and teachers are all trying their best. But the rest may only depend on luck.
"That's not the case." Mi Wenlin said.
Mi Siran turned to look at his cousin.
Unlike his cousin, Mi Wenlin was attracted to Senior Sister Xie later and decided to follow Senior Sister Xie in her career in cardiac surgery.
Mi Wenlin saw Senior Sister Xie's gaze very clearly. As always, it showed such unwavering belief: Fight to the last moment, there are no gods in the world, only doctors.
Also because of Senior Sister Xie, the teachers and seniors who worked with Senior Sister Xie at the scene were all equally calm and unfazed when the mountain collapsed in front of them, and the tigers retreated behind without being frightened.
Clamp the electric needle and turn it on.
After a while, "Gulu, Gulu, Gulu".
Small bowel sounds and large bowel sounds are different. Small bowel sounds are clear and crisp like running water, while large bowel sounds are low-key and dull, like the sound of gunfire.
I am not afraid to have a big gastroenterologist present. Dr. Tao Zhijie can clearly hear the peristalsis of the small and large intestines.
Others looked at Dr. Tao Zhijie's face and saw that it was effective.
Then, as if it came true, a "poof" sound echoed in the room: the patient farted.
"Okay, good news!" Director Qin was overjoyed.
The patient farting is the first step, indicating that the intestines are beginning to clear up.
At the same time, all doctors dare not let down their guard. Doctors with some clinical experience know that critically ill patients are likely to die suddenly from having a bowel movement.
Sure enough, the heart rhythm curve began to change drastically.
"Hurry up and adjust it." The experts surrounding the pacemaker moved nervously.
What parameters should be adjusted? Chief Surgeon Wen appointed Xie Yishu to direct.
"Lower the pacing heart rate, about ten percent lower than normal. It doesn't need to be too high. Also lower the pacing threshold, and slowly increase the output voltage." Dr. Xie Wanying issued a steady command, "until the electroacupuncture stops.
Before."
All it took was a little reminder, and it was all her cardiology teachers and seniors, Dr.
The heart rate is the same as the pacemaker frequency, and the crisis is passed safely.
Mi Siran breathed out a sigh of relief and felt like tears were about to flow out. Today's scene made her more determined that she would pursue this path of medicine no matter what.
Thank you dear friends for your support, good night dear friends~
