"Every data is declining and has reached a critical point. If it continues to decline, the patient may die at any time." Not long after the operation started, Zhou Qingrou's condition turned critical.
Dong Cunhao and several medical staff immediately took various emergency measures to restore the vital sign data, but in the end they only managed to recover, preventing the patient from continuing to decline.
"Don't be distracted. You continue with your surgery. I'll take care of the other things." Gao Shan also went to the monitoring equipment and found that the physical data were indeed very poor and could not be uploaded at all.
He had no choice but to forcefully apply the acupuncture again, and at the same time infuse it with spiritual energy to improve various data, but the improvement was limited.
And Gao Shan found that he could no longer pour in spiritual energy.
Although Reiki is a good thing, not everyone can bear it, and the amount they can bear is also limited.
Gao Shan has applied acupuncture with spiritual energy many times, and the amount of spiritual energy injected has reached saturation.
If you continue to pour spiritual energy into her, it will only harm Zhou Qingrou. Instead of saving her, it will accelerate her death.
"You have to hold on, you can only rely on yourself in the future." Gao Shan clenched his fists.
They have exhausted all methods, and they can only rely on Zhou Qingrou's own willpower.
As time passes, the data will go down from time to time.
Sometimes, a certain value suddenly drops to the extreme, making Gao Shan and others gasp in their throats.
Fortunately, Zhou Qingrou managed to survive in the end thanks to her tenacious resistance.
Chen Siming had already begun to separate the shrapnel, but this cutting process once again caused Zhou Qingrou to lose a lot of vitality.
Gao Shan used the nine-turn life-locking needle to forcefully help Zhou Qingrou survive a crisis.
This kind of acupuncture method can only be used once, and it will have no effect after that. However, the operation is still in progress. If the shock and cardiac arrest occur again, I'm afraid it will be really troublesome.
Gao Shan and Dong Cunhao were also very nervous because the operation had reached the last moment.
Chen Siming continued to cut and was about to remove the shrapnel.
But at this time, Zhou Qingrou's vital signs began to decline rapidly, and her heart rate even showed signs of stopping again.
"Increase the blood transfusion volume and turn on the oxygen supply to the maximum." Dong Cunhao roared.
Chen Siming also accelerated the movements of his hands, cutting quickly, and finally finished cutting the shrapnel, and then carefully took it out.
But when the shrapnel was taken out, it was discovered that the heart rate chart had become a straight line, and there was no display on the ventilator.
Chen Siming was stunned there holding the shrapnel. Did he still fail?
Dong Cunhao's clenched fists were also shaking.
What else can he do now, and what other methods can be used to save him.
"Try electric shock!" Dong Cunhao yelled at the nurse.
Chen Siming came to his senses and reminded: "Protect the wound well and give a unilateral electric shock."
There are no sutures at the incision site yet, because several surgical sites are connected together and were planned to be sutured together.
There is no way to shock at the edge of the knife, only the side of the heart.
They are now acting as doctors on a dead horse.
Surgery does it this way, and no one wants to fail.
Dong Cunhao personally took over the electric shock machine and administered electric shocks continuously.
At the beginning, the electrocardiogram showed a slight reaction, but it only had a small ripple and then became a straight line again.
"Don't die, you have to hold on!"
Dong Cunhao cried and continued to try the electric shock again and again.
Gao Shan stood aside, covering his mouth, his eyes also turned red, was he really going to fail? He was just close.
Tang Qianqian finally woke up at this time, but she still didn't have any strength. Seeing the scene in front of her, she felt dizzy again and almost fell to the ground.
"What's going on? How did you perform the operation? How did you die?" Tang Qianqian asked hysterically.
Chen Siming bit his lip until it was broken and remained silent.
The responsibility did not lie with him. His operation was also very successful. It was just the accumulated consumption that made Zhou Qingrou no longer able to persist.
But he felt as if Zhou Qingrou died in his own hands, which was very unpleasant.
After Dong Cunhao tried electric shocks more than ten times in a row, he squatted on the ground slumped.
She died and their operation failed.
A total of more than eight hours of surgery was performed, but in the end Zhou Qingrou could not survive.
There was only the sound of sobbing in the operating room, and everyone was very sad.
"No, she can't die, I must save her!"
Gao Shan said, strode forward, stretched out his hand to directly open the knife edge, and stretched his two hands into Zhou Qingrou's body.
"You, what are you doing?" Chen Siming was frightened.
Not just him, everyone was stunned.
They felt that Gao Shan had gone crazy and actually put his hands directly into the patient's body.
This is simply not something that normal people can do.
Gao Shan remained silent, put his two hands into his chest, found the position of his heart, pressed it towards it, and began to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation directly on the heart.
"You must live, the fire is still waiting for you."
"If you die, how should I face him, how should I explain to him."
"If you die, have you ever thought about how he will live in the future?"
…
Gao Shan pressed the button without saying a word.
A few dozen seconds later, a miracle happened.
A nurse exclaimed: "Yes, there is a reaction!"
Everyone looked at the monitoring equipment and saw that the electrocardiogram began to have ripples, which became larger and larger, and other vital signs began to appear.
"Turn down the oxygen supply, quickly!"
"Control the amount of blood transfusion!"
…
Dong Cunhao started to conduct again with tears in his eyes.
Gao Shan gasped, lifted his two bloody hands out of his chest, and showed a smile.
He really brought Zhou Qingrou back from the gate of hell.
At that time, he also had an idea and decided to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation directly on the heart as a final attempt. Unexpectedly, he succeeded.
"The vital signs are recovering little by little, and sutures can be performed!"
Dong Cunhao and Chen Siming worked at the same time to suture the wound. It took nearly an hour to suture, and finally the treatment was completed.
At this time, Zhou Qingrou's face was pale, without any blood, and there was a vague look of pain on his face, but he was still alive at this time, and that was enough.
"Doctor Gao, although the patient's life has been temporarily saved, the postoperative situation is not optimistic. If you directly insert your hands into the chest, it will definitely cause some postoperative infections, which will cause big trouble in the future."
Dong Cunhao kicked Chen Siming.
This guy is good at everything, but he is too straightforward. He helped Gao Shan and said: "It was also a moment of urgency at the time. I can't blame Dr. Gao Shan for this. We are lucky to be able to rescue the patient. If there is any infection, we will not evade our responsibilities. We will not evade our responsibilities in the future."
Find a way to solve it."
Dong Cunhao said this to comfort Gao Shan, lest he blame himself for it.