Chapter 1713 Don’t pretend to be dead for me, come quickly

 Are there many accidents in hospitals? There are too many. It can be said that large hospitals encounter accidents almost all the time. Even some weird-sounding stories may come across in the hospital.

For example, a junior high school girl got into a fight with a dog and couldn’t be separated, or a family of eight had their heads broken because of the separation. In a car accident, the two drivers of the vehicle were not injured, but the wheels of the vehicle flew up and knocked passers-by into shock.

 Really, which one will come first, tomorrow or the accident? Most people would probably choose tomorrow.

However, people in the hospital may not choose this way. If you get into the position of the hospital's little boss, you will directly choose accident. When spring comes, flowers bloom, and even cats and dogs enter the mating season, the hospital holds a spring epidemic prevention meeting early. Influenza, meningitis, and scarlet fever make people feel that the world is not clean at all.

 In summer, when the streets are full of girls in short skirts with long legs that are white and tender and make people drool, the hospital holds a meeting on dysentery and flood prevention.

  In autumn, when fruits and vegetables are fragrant, almost all physicians are on alert for dysentery and mumps. In winter, physicians are almost always on guard.

This kind of working environment will cause some doctors who are not strong-minded to develop mysophobia. They wash their hands no less than fifty times a day, and their family members will go crazy when they come home to arrange the arrangements. The children and lovers of such doctors are in pain.

 There is another kind of person who is used to seeing life and death and doesn’t care about anything. After feeling powerless in business, he starts to indulge. There are a lot of divorces and cheating in the medical care system.

 Looks like affectionate, but is actually ruthless. The kind of doctor created by the general environment does not love his relatives or even himself. How can he love his patients?

This is also a shortcoming of modern medicine. Medical ethics is only a private morality, and everything can be relaxed and compromised in the face of technology. The result is that the mentality of doctors and nurses is not particularly good.

In Chasu Hospital, Ouyang went to the emergency center and took a look at it, but didn't take it to heart. If there were not two seriously injured people, this kind of rescue would not be the concern of the hospital leaders.

Zhang Fan has been digging with a **** for so long. Now he is no longer in the same situation as when he encountered one or two seriously ill patients and the whole hospital was so nervous that they were trembling.

The Chasu emergency room seemed to be in a panic. Several middle-level staff from Huaneng were walking around in the corridor rubbing their hands to keep warm, as if the heating system of Chasu Hospital was not working.

 The nurses and doctors were running around, and their tone of voice was not polite at all. In fact, this kind of situation may seem panicked to a layman, but it seems to be nothing serious.

Especially sometimes, when doctors and nurses are rude, family members should feel reassured. Once the situation is bad, it will obviously get better if the nurses and doctors talk, because they have no right to be proud.

 The most serious danger is in the operating room.

There was no panic at all in the operating room, but every doctor who performed the operation had rows of dense beads of sweat on his forehead, which could not be wiped away.

In the No. 2 operating room, three people, Wang Yanan, Xu Xian and Zhou Guofu, were crowded together. That is to say, the three of them were not too fat. If they were a little bit fat, they would not be able to operate.

 Because the patient not only suffered pelvic fracture and bleeding, but also suffered abdominal injury and bleeding.

Zhao Jingjin led Ma Yichen and others to perform a quick laparotomy, and the orthopedic surgeon quickly opened the pelvis.

The size of the operating table is actually the size of a single bed. There are eight people surrounding such a large bed, plus two instrument nurses, there are ten people.

The two groups of people seemed to be close to each other, but in fact there was no intersection. They were each doing their own operations, but the anesthesiologists both had big heads at this time.

 Carrying out multiple operations is not only a consideration for the surgeon, but also a direct torment for the anesthetist.

"Boost, boost, I can't see the blood vessels. Boost, what are you doing? Take medicine!" Wang Yanan was furious. Although he didn't raise his head, the anesthesiologist could feel that Wang Yanan's teeth were leaking. Out.

Having just raised his blood pressure a little, Zhao Jingjin turned to look at the ECG monitor and said to the anesthesiologist: "No, it's too high. It's all exudate. Bring it down."

The anesthesiologist has no way to explain, and he doesn’t even have the right to appeal, because this is his job. This is just like a chef cooking. One moment he needs more salt, the other moment he needs less salt. For this kind of diners, the cook can smash the pot for you.

But the anesthesiologist is not good at it. He has all kinds of amps in his hands. He never wants to do this kind of anesthesia again in his life. It is too difficult.

If the anesthesiologist in operating room No. 2 is an ant on a hot pot, the anesthesiologist in operating room No. 1 is directly like an elephant frozen in the refrigerator.

“The chest is severely squeezed in the front and back direction, the front and back diameter of the thorax is shortened, the horizontal diameter is increased, the lungs as a whole feel, and the main bronchus is strained..."

 While Zhang Fan was opening the chest, he dictated the patient's injuries while the circulating nurse quickly recorded them.

  What does the chest cavity look like? On the teaching tree, a tree will be used to describe the appearance of the lungs.

This description is for medical students to memorize and segment the surgery.

 In fact, according to Zhang Fan's understanding, the lungs are like bread with a smooth surface, and the inside is exactly the same as bread, with various bubbles connected or not connected to each other.

These blisters one after another are alveoli. Many of these alveoli fuse together to form bullae. When the bullae rupture, it is a pneumothorax.

 It’s that simple.

Of course, it seems simple to understand, but it will be troublesome once you encounter problems.

 “Quick, go and call Jiumabike. I’ve been pretending to be dead for half a month, it’s time to get to work.”

 Zhang Fan said something to Bayin, the head nurse in the operating room.

Bayin didn’t dare to laugh. Now was not the time to laugh. The operation was not going well. Let alone joking and looking serious.

This is the rule in the operating room. As long as the operation goes well, no one will criticize Bayin, no matter whether she is cursing others, making noises, or even riding a horse and dancing.

 But once the operation does not go well, there will be many troublemakers.

Even if you walk with your left foot to enter the door, you will be criticized for your head.

Because Zhang Fan threw all the medical records into his arms, Lao Ju had a lot of problems in the department. Lao Ju was so ashamed that he couldn't bear to lose face. After leaving the department to the director of the respiratory department, he went on annual leave.

Lao Ju, who has worked in the medical field for most of his life, has never taken an annual leave. Even when he got married, the wedding was held during the Eid al-Adha festival. He was not satisfied with his wife, who admired him so much.

This time Lao Ju is on annual leave. I don’t know whether others are happy or not, but his fat wife is really happy. My men haven't even had a weekend for many years, and even a donkey doesn't work so hard.

 Lao Ju didn’t quit because he was embarrassed, but mainly because he was ashamed. This kind of person who thinks very highly of himself stands too high. Once he feels embarrassed, it is really difficult to recover.

"My dear Hu Da, please stop looking at your phone. You're on annual leave. Don't worry about the hospital. I'm making rice for you today, lamb shanks, raisins, and dried apricots from this year. Come on, Taste it, taste it, open your mouth."

 Lao Ju has been playing with his sheep bowl at home these days like playing with a doll. Although he is infinitely impatient, Lao Ju still doesn't show it at all. He knows that he doesn't owe anyone but his wife.

Having just taken a bite of the rice, Lao Ju honestly didn't know what it tasted like. What he was thinking about was whether there were more patients in the hospital recently and whether the nearest ICU was too busy.

The old husband and wife don't have the slightest feeling of mutual disgust. The fat wife looked at Lao Ju, who was half bald, with water in her eyes. How she saw it thirty years ago is how she sees it now. Nothing has changed.

 As soon as the second bite was brought to his lips, Lao Ju’s phone rang.

Lao Ju picked up the fat wife as if she was on the receiving end of an electric shock, and then placed her on the other side of the sofa. She picked up the phone and said, "I am in the hospital. I have surgery. The lung surgery is a bit troublesome. Zhang Yuan asked you to..." Bayin also said Before he finished speaking, Lao Ju heard Zhang Fan's irritable voice on the other end of the phone, "Give it to me, I'll tell him."

Bayin quickly took the phone and put it to Zhang Fan's ear, "Can't I tell you more? You've already gone home, do you still have discipline? Come to the operating room immediately. The trachea and main bronchi are torn, and the lungs are full of There is edema, and there is a big hole in the pleura on both sides of the chest. Hurry, I need your opinion."

 Zhang Fan's unceremonious call made Lao Ju, who had been suffering from plague these days, suddenly feel energetic. His yellow eyes lit up like a wolf, "He'll be there soon!"

Zhang Fan scolded him and ridiculed him, but he didn't care at all. Just that sentence, "Hurry up, I need your opinion." Lao Ju felt a fire in his heart. This kind of person is born to do business.

Hang up the phone and run, spitting and touching his hair. He is a bit similar to Ouyang. The sky is falling. He also wants to make sure that there is no hair **** in his hairstyle.

 Really, I was born with a gene that disobeys others.

The fat lady from Laoju looked at her husband who was chasing a thief, put down the spoon, and chased after him, "Slow down, slow down, be careful with the car, keep an eye on it."

Looking at the old man walking away, the fat lady sighed, "Hey, I won't even let you take annual leave. Hey! This little dean is even more hateful than Ouyang!"

 She really wished that the old man could accompany her every day, but she knew that her man was an eagle, not a dove that stayed at home.

 Cardiothoracic surgery is really not good. When faced with such a major operation, the eyes of the cardiothoracic surgeons are glazed over. It is really not an exaggeration at all. Zhang Fan cannot help at all.

It probably didn't even last ten minutes. Lao Ju went into the operation panting and looked at Zhang Fan, who rolled his eyes at him. He also rolled his eyes at Zhang Fan.

Then just like that glance back from the crowd, the matter was over.

There is no need to explain to each other, let alone talk to each other.

“What should I do now? I can’t repair the edema that fills my lungs. One injection will cover the whole lung with blood.”

As Zhang Fan spoke, Lao Ju looked at the lungs and the ECG monitor, "Zhang Yuan, can you abandon this incision and enter from the abdomen?"

 “I’m afraid of shock? The damage is too great!”

 “Give it a try? I can guarantee that my health will be maintained at its current state for half an hour.”

 (End of this chapter)