Pulmonary embolism is extremely dangerous, and about 20% of patients will die within one hour of onset. But this is meaningless to Zhou Xiufang.
From a clinical and legal sense, brain death is equivalent to death. This old man who dedicated his life to medical education passed away like this.
Sun Lien looked at Liu Tangchun and asked with difficulty, "What... is going on?"
"I think it's pulmonary embolism." Liu Tangchun sighed, "What do you think?"
"I..." Sun Lien struggled to organize his words. After thinking for a long time, he lowered his head and sighed, "I don't know." Sun Lien was not in the ward when the incident happened, and he didn't know what Zhou Xiufang had experienced.
What kind of reaction and symptoms occurred? Although the status bar directly told him the answer, he could not say even a word.
Liu Tangchun patted Sun Lien on the shoulder, "Get ready, I'll ask Dean Liu to come over and do the appraisal..." He paused and continued, "You will be practicing next to me."
The content of the internship is how to identify brain death. According to regulations, the diagnosis of brain death must be made by two clinicians who have practiced for more than five years. Liu Tangchun planned to let himself and Liu Pingchuan come to see Teacher Zhou off. Old Zheng was still lying in the ICU
Here it is. It is more appropriate for the current deputy dean of the college to make the diagnosis of brain death, and it also shows that we attach great importance to it.
Before Liu Pingchuan rushed to the emergency room, Liu Tangchun made a few more calls. Mainly to notify the hospital office and the college's senior officials. Although Zhou Xiufang's death was still handled by her family, considering the body donation and that
With a box of clear medical records, Liu Tangchun keenly felt that this was something worth recording and reporting.
At least, it can make the teacher known to everyone in another form.
Sun Lien slowly walked to the old man's bedside and half-knelt on the ground, like a young son who came to answer an old grandmother's question, a little timid, but also a little nostalgic and sentimental.
"Teacher Zhou..." Sun Lien whispered, "The patient just now had acute methamphetamine poisoning."
The old man was lying on the bed, his bloodless lips slightly open. It seemed as if he had something to say, and as if nothing had happened.
Sun Lien lowered his head and continued, "Without your reminder, it might take us two more days to confirm his problem... That would be dangerous. Thank you."
The resurrection from the dead on TV is actually just a good wish. The 81% number on Zhou Xiufang's heartbeat monitor that symbolizes brain damage has not changed. The non-pressure oxygen inhalation has long been replaced by a non-invasive pressurized oxygen inhalation mask. The straps of the mask
Tangled up Zhou Xiufang's white hair.
Xu Yourong walked silently to the old man and used his hands to help her mess up her hair. She patted Sun Lien's shoulder and said, "Are you here waiting for Teacher Liu to come over, or are you going to take a rest first?"
Sun Lien stood up in confusion. He looked at Zhou Xiufang and suddenly shook his head vigorously. He slapped his face several times with both hands.
Putting down his hands, Sun Lien's fair face turned a little red from the beating. He calmed down and said, "Let's practice first. After sending Teacher Zhou away, we will go to the ward rounds."
Doctors can't see through life and death, they just don't have time to be sentimental.
Liu Pingchuan walked quickly into the emergency room. Looking at the old man Zhou Xiufang on the hospital bed, he was startled for a moment, and then the expression on his face solidified.
"Have your family been notified?" Liu Pingchuan asked in a low voice, "What did Teacher Zhou say about organ donation?"
"Zhou Jun is rushing to the hospital." Liu Tangchun said calmly, "Teacher Zhou means to donate the body to the medical school to be an anatomy teacher. Then the corneas will also be donated."
"What's the problem?" Liu Pingchuan asked, "Can organ donation be done?"
Liu Tangchun nodded and shook his head, "Teacher Zhou was diagnosed with ppcl, and his organs cannot be donated. As for whether the corneas can be donated..." Liu Tangchun paused, "After all, Teacher Zhou is almost ninety years old, can the corneas be donated?
It's hard to say whether it will remain usable. I've already called the ophthalmologists to come over for a checkup. I'll wait and see what their opinions are."
It's just that the ophthalmology consultant was a little slow to arrive. The two waited together for more than ten minutes before Feng Ming, who was panting, arrived, and Feng Ming's teacher Zhao Yumin.
"I'm sorry." Zhao Yumin didn't even have time to put on a white coat. She rushed over wearing surgical scrubs. "I just sent an emergency eye contusion and laceration. It was delayed for a while."
Liu Pingchuan was very calm, "It's okay, Teacher Zhou... we have a lot of time now. Take your time."
Zhao Yumin did not treat Liu Pingchuan and others politely. She ran towards Zhou Xiufang's bed and closed the old man's eyes with her hands. She put two drops of artificial tears into the corners of her eyes to ensure that her corneas were moist. Then she turned around.
The head asked, "How old is the patient? What is the disease?"
"ppcl." Sun Li'en replied. Liu Tangchun looked really tired. As a treating doctor, he should also come out and do his own work. "It's a...spontaneous plasma cell leukemia. Teacher Zhou is 88 years old."
Zhao Yumin shook his head with regret, "According to regulations, corneas from patients with malignant tumors and leukemia cannot be donated. Moreover, the elderly are too old. Although the eye bank is currently short of donors, the standard has only been relaxed to 70 years old.
She has also exceeded the age limit."
Liu Pingchuan and Liu Tangchun looked at each other and nodded, "Sorry to trouble you."
Cornea donation is not only of great significance to the donor, but also the only hope of bringing light to the recipient. The eye bank strictly abides by the regulations in its work and there is nothing to criticize. It’s just that if Zhou Xiufang knew that she did not meet the requirements,
Regarding the donation standards, I'm afraid I'll have to make a joke again and say something like "people are useless when they get old."
The atmosphere in the emergency room was not suitable for chatting. Feng Ming didn't say a word when he left. He just patted Sun Lien on the shoulder. Thinking about it, he was a little worried about his roommate. He sent away two patients in three days, so he felt certain that
Not very comfortable.
Zhou Jun and his father finally rushed back to the hospital. The two of them held a thick stack of books in their hands. This is all the medical history that Zhou Xiufang has recorded for herself since she entered the medical industry at the age of 21. She copied it from
notebooks, to the recently copied case records. The two thick stacks of paper were protected by the father and son with their bodies, and they were moved from the family building of the college to the hospital. It started to snow again outside, but there was no trace of snowflakes on the records.
Didn't stay.
"Thank you for your hard work." Zhou Jun put the record books in his and Comrade Zhou's hands on the duty desk. He nodded to the colleagues around him with red eyes, and shook Sun Lien's hand. "Here's something for everyone.