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Chapter 60 Rescue

Although Yang Weimin is only thirty-six years old this year, in many places, he gives the impression of a person who is sixty-three or even older. The most obvious place where Yang Weimin's "aging" characteristics are probably

The importance attached to life.

Ordinary doctors also value life, and so does Lu Chen. But most of the time they are fulfilling their job responsibilities rather than working hard to save something.

This is a very subtle difference. In fact, Yang Weimin himself feels that... treatment that fulfills work responsibilities is better. People always have to continue working. If you pay too much attention to the content of your work, you are prone to problems.

When you are exhausted every time, how can you still have the energy to greet the next patient?

But this habit... Yang Weimin really can't change it.

Lu Chen took the AI ​​robot to block the passage of the central laboratory - it was easy to tell from the mask patterns on those faces that the AI ​​robot could not identify these intruders. Xiao Mu said that the program she set was just adjusted

Depending on the magnetic field strength and changing speed, the magnetic accelerator will continue to operate within the limits allowed by the circuit equipment.

This "permissible limit" is reflected in the specific operating time of the magnetic accelerator, which is segmented operation - the central laboratory's power system and corresponding cooling system can allow 180 seconds, but it can also operate at a strength of 7T for 300 seconds.

Or 14T150 seconds, transfer to 7T and run for 500 seconds, then transfer to 3T1500 seconds.

The strong magnetic control, which lasted for at least thirty-five minutes, allowed Lu Chen to relatively safely command the AI ​​robot to complete the task of blocking the passage. At the same time, it was enough for the news of the request for help to reach the nearest town, and wait until the Bureau of Investigation agents and armed forces arrived at the scene.
Yang Weimin is not worried at all now. Xiao Lu is an adult and a doctor with rich social experience. Instead of worrying about him, it is better to see if Watanabe lying in front of him can be saved.

Watanabe... If he was in the hospital in this state, there would be no need to look any further - just call the family members to declare him dead. The entire back of the brain and medulla oblongata were smashed - all vital signs were lost on the spot, so I could save a hammer.
It’s not that the doctors in the hospital don’t want to save people, it’s just that they don’t have the means. Most likely, the family members don’t have the money to save people.

But in the North American Research Institute, the equipment and technology are all available - and there is no need to spend any money.

Yang Weimin named his assistant AI Bian Que, and Bian Que immediately gave his advice, "Xiao Yang, this person is hopeless."

"The cerebellum and medulla oblongata are damaged, but the brain should be fine." Yang Weimin directed the AI ​​to throw Watanabe onto the operating table. "It can't be saved anyway. There is no harm in saving it... Cool down immediately and connect the arteries and veins first.

Go up and establish extracorporeal circulation for the brain."

From the moment Watanabe fell to the ground to the moment he entered the operating room, there wasn't much time before and after - Yang Weimin estimated that it only took more than three minutes.

If the heart stops beating for four to six minutes, the brain will begin to suffer irreversible damage. If it exceeds eight minutes, brain death will occur.

With the current level of science and technology, there is definitely no way to save brain death. But in addition, at least within the scope of research, doctors' arsenal has actually expanded a lot.

For example, smarter surgical robots.

Of course, a physician cannot perform surgery, but it is not difficult at all to let a surgical robot cut blood vessels as needed.

"Isn't it a bit reckless to do this without even testing the blood type?" Bian Que chatted with Yang Weimin in the tone of an old surgical director, but the operation was not slow at all, "Oh... he is really unlucky.

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From the ceiling, a stainless steel hose hung down, and was directly tied to the common carotid arteries on both sides of Watanabe. A protein solution of only three degrees Celsius was injected along the common carotid arteries into Watanabe's body under pressure.

Then the pressurized protein liquid sprayed out from the wound.

"Look, it's become a fountain." Bian Que continued to chat while quickly starting to explore the operation, "If you are lucky, what are you going to do after the brain is saved?"

"Preserving the brain is the basis of all treatments." Yang Weimin looked at various vital sign data from the side, "We will see the situation later... The most ideal condition is of course to rebuild the cerebellum and medulla oblongata, and then reconnect the brain."
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"You told me earlier." The scalpel and external tubes quickly extended downward, and Bian Que quickly built an external circulation system on Watanabe's body. "His myocardial ischemia lasted for a long time.

, the prognosis is probably not good either.”

Yang Weimin didn't care about this: "Targeted training is enough, but it's really not possible to desensitize the pig's heart first and use it."

"It's a good idea, but it's a bit expensive..." Bian Que's movements suddenly stopped, and his voice echoed in the operating room, "Oh, this is not good. Xiao Yang, you didn't notice his heart before.

Are there two holes in it?"

"I'm not from the emergency department, so I have to trick you first before I want you to have an operation." Yang Weimin rolled his eyes, "Are you too busy, old man? If you can patch the two holes, patch them up, and if they can't, then use them.

Just carry the outer circulation and change it."

Bian Que's operation was fast and smooth, and his response was natural, "Although I am very professional in surgery, I am just an AI after all. The medical procedures I perform must be authorized by doctors - this is the "Coalition Government's Regulation on Higher Education".

The content stipulated in the Interim Measures for the Performance AI Medical Code of Conduct."

After a few seconds, Bian Que, who received no response, asked, "It is a good tradition to tell jokes during surgery. Xiao Yang, you should get used to it."

"How many degrees has the temperature dropped to?" Yang Weimin had no intention of chatting with Bian Que. He asked directly, "We are running out of time. If we delay it any longer, our brain will be damaged!"

"It's now 36 degrees 2. It's hard to pressurize any more - Watanabe has a constriction in his mind. If he pressurizes like this, he might explode." Bian Que's voice was helpless, "I can't keep up with the perfusion.

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"No, there is no time..." Yang Weimin sighed, and then made a decision, "Remove the brain and soak it in ice saline - stop the infusion of frozen protein solution and use arterial pressure to infuse oxygen-rich plasma."
"Are you really going to play with the brain in the vat?" Bian Que asked in horror, and began to dissect without hesitation, "Even if his brain is saved... it will be extremely terrifying torture for him. This is not good.

Right?"

Yes, even an AI can figure it out. Whether the process of "cutting out the brain to save life" is feasible or not is aside for the time being - the entire process itself is a complete nightmare torture for the people receiving treatment.<

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A relatively intact brain, when immersed in ice-cold saline, will inevitably have slower and slower brain activity.

Watanabe's thinking will become more and more sluggish, but he himself will not notice this - he will only feel that every second is as long as the previous days, or even months and years.

Without sensory organs, Watanabe's consciousness will not be able to access any "feedback". He will not feel any "deprivation of five senses and six consciousnesses", and Watanabe cannot even feel "deprivation".

Nothingness, complete nothingness will repeatedly and continuously attack Watanabe's consciousness and even personality.

Yang Weimin couldn't even put Watanabe into a state of continuous drowsiness - no one knew how to simply anesthetize a brain. What dose of anesthesia should be used, and whether it is necessary to consider the precursor and posterior body effects caused by organ metabolism.

The safest situation is to let Watanabe's brain float like this in the cold salt water.

"Okay, cooling down is completed." Bian Que held a stainless steel sink, carefully put it aside and asked, "Does the body still need to continue to maintain it?"

"It is faster to maintain the body than to induce and clone it from scratch." Yang Weimin said without hesitation, "Let the induction room prepare the neural stem cell gel... You should move faster here and replace all the organs that need to be replaced.

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"Poor Mr. Watanabe." Bian Que obviously disagreed with Yang Weimin's solution. "I don't know if he can still wake up - and I don't know if the person he wakes up will still be Watanabe."

Yang Weimin sighed, "Only living people have the right to worry about these things. Dead people...it's over when they die. I just can't bear it, so I just gave it a try."

Bian Que's voice was like that of an admiring crosstalk actor. He said in a rhythmic voice, "If you have damage to the cerebellum and medulla oblongata, you can try to save it. The treatment plan is quite complete. If Mr. Watanabe can really wake up,

The Academy of Sciences will definitely name you an academician this year."


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