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Chapter 7 Emergencies
In fact, the atmosphere in the operating room should be relaxed and joyful in most cases.

The average duration of a large and medium-sized operation is about two hours and 10 minutes. To keep silent for such a long time is actually a very serious drain on the spirit of the medical staff.Imagine that a person needs to stand for two hours wearing several layers of clothing and gloves, maintaining mental concentration and precise hand movements at all times.At the same time, we must observe the status of other surgical personnel from time to time to ensure the best teamwork, and we must not talk casually.It was nothing short of torture.

Therefore, doctors who usually don't like to talk very much will almost always turn into the best chat partners in front of the operating table.They would randomly pick a few topics and start chatting with all the nurses, doctors, anesthesiologists, and even half-anesthetized patients.A doctor with a stronger taste can even stroke the excrement out of the intestines with his hands when dealing with intestinal obstruction, while discussing with the little nurse which shop to eat crayfish or fat intestine noodles after get off work.

When the operation goes well, the operating room is generally as lively as a middle school classroom just after class.

However, the operation began to have difficulties, and the classroom after class seemed to have rang the class bell again.The nurses began to deliver the equipment nervously, while the doctors kept silent and focused on the competition.

The scariest moment was when the operation went wrong—after the classroom bell rang, it was not the beloved art teacher who came to class, but the head teacher with a dark face.No one dared to make unnecessary movements, and the roar of the head teacher echoed throughout the classroom.

Therefore, it is very important to maintain a good atmosphere.For the vast majority of medical staff participating in the operation, as long as the chief surgeon is still chatting happily, there is nothing to worry about.

"Okay, we can start suturing now." Director Zheng carefully used seven or eight bottles of normal saline to clean the wound on Lin Lan's leg little by little. "Ensure the survival of the nerves and blood vessels first, and don't move the femur."

A group of orthopedic rough men who were instructed nodded, and began to carefully cut off the skin that was still hanging outside.The excised skin was placed on a clean surgical tray aside, and the fat layer and tissues under the skin were trimmed little by little.The torn skin is not something that can be sewed back directly. If it is not trimmed and thinned, and many small holes are made on it for drainage, even if the skin is sewed back forcibly, it will only result in necrosis and amputation. fate.

The subordinates focused their energy on the treatment of the skin flap. Director Zheng stretched out his arms, feeling that his energy was not bad, and signaled the little nurse on the side to bring a custom-made head-mounted magnifying glass for him.Lower your head again and start suturing the broken blood vessel.

Sun Li'en hid in the corner and watched with relish.Especially when he saw Director Zheng preparing to suture the blood vessels, Sun Lien felt a little excited.

In current surgical operations, doctors are increasingly using vascular staplers to assist in suturing.In addition to being somewhat expensive and possibly increasing the risk of twisting blood vessels, vascular staplers are simply the best choice for suturing blood vessels during surgery.

However, after careful observation, Director Zheng chose to suture purely by hand.

Is it because the suture position of the blood vessel is not suitable for placing the stapler?Sun Li'en watched Director Zheng sew up a vein in less than 10 minutes, while pondering the reason in his heart.But it seemed that because of his too careful observation, suddenly, a line of conspicuous words jumped out of Director Zheng's head in front of Sun Lien's eyes.

"Zheng Guoyou, male, 61 years old, suffered a mild myocardial infarction."

Sun Lien blinked his eyes a few times, and the words "minor myocardial infarction" became more conspicuous.

Just as Sun Lien was deciding to make an appointment for an MRI to see if he was even more insane, he suddenly noticed that the sweat on Director Zheng's head seemed to have increased.

No, not just sweat.Sun Lien narrowed his eyes slightly.Director Zheng's face turned pale in an instant, and the originally extremely smooth movements of his hands began to slow down.Under his heavy breathing, the mask began to blow up and retract obviously.

But the sewing action did not stop.

"No way..." Sun Lien moved two steps to the side calmly, and moved a little closer to Director Zheng. Then, he heard a slight panting.The other orthopedic surgeons were lowering their heads to process the skin flaps, and at the same time they were discussing whether to eat the braised pork in the cafeteria at noon.The little nurse next to Director Zheng was obviously focused on delivering the equipment, and even Zheng Guoyou didn't notice that he was sweating profusely.The attention of everyone else in the operating room was drawn to the neurosurgery craniotomy. In the operating room of more than 40 square meters, Sun Li'en was the only one who noticed that Director Zheng's condition was not right.

It cannot be delayed any longer.Sun Li'en quickly made a decision, he stepped back first, and whispered something in the ear of the curious Hu Jia.Then, regardless of the shock on her face, she walked quickly behind Liu Tangchun.

Liu Tangchun was hanging his hands down, watching the neurosurgery resident make a hole in Lin Lan's skull.The drill bit drilled on the bone, making a crunching sound.

"Director Liu." Sun Lien quietly touched Director Liu's waist with his butt, calling the old man's attention back, "Director Zheng's condition is not quite right."

"En?" Director Liu withdrew his attention and asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Didn't this old thing molested the little nurse?"

Sun Lien nodded helplessly and said, "Not only that, Director Zheng seems to be a little out of breath, and the amount of sweat on his head is also quite large... Does Director Zheng have a heart attack?"

Myocardial infarction is no small matter, the slightest myocardial infarction can also cause severe pain enough to make people collapse - some people are even more unlucky, they don't even have pain, they just fainted due to insufficient blood supply.

Director Liu originally listened to Guipeiyi's diagnostic opinions as nonsense, but when he thought about Sun Lien's record of discovering internal bleeding, Director Liu suddenly felt that he should pay more attention to Sun Lien's discovery.

"Old Zheng, I heard from my family that you are not in the right condition." Director Liu walked around the operating table, approached Director Zheng who was finishing the suture, and asked in a low voice, "How are you, are you okay?"

"It's something..." Director Zheng finished the last stitch, and some damaged femoral veins were completely stitched up by him.After the last stitch, Director Zheng seemed to be a robot whose power was suddenly cut off, his body softened and he fell over.

"Old Zheng!" Liu Tangchun paled in shock, ignoring the asepsis rules in the operating room, and opened his hands to help Director Zheng.But he was blocked by Sun Li'en, who moved faster.

Sun Li'en caught Director Zheng, took advantage of the situation and put the old man on the ground, quickly changed his position, knelt beside the old man, and started chest compressions with both hands.While pressing, Sun Lien shouted to Hu Jia who had been prepared outside the door, "Don't be dazed, push the ambulance!"

(End of this chapter)