The big mentor said something that students should be extremely vigilant about.
Doctor Xie Wanying nodded.
Good guy, he actually nodded. ——Zhang Huayao's small gray eyes flashed.
The junior sister is fully prepared, but what about the other assistants? Shen Youhuan couldn't help but look at them with a twinkle in his eyes.
Doctor Song is about to sweat again.
Dr. Cao Yong stared at Dr. Wen Jinsheng.
Doctor Wen Jinsheng is preparing to clamp the electrodes of the electroacupuncture machine onto the needles on the patient's acupuncture points.
Before deciding whether to use electroacupuncture, Dr. Wen Zihan tried to increase the "acupuncture dosage" through techniques, such as using the most commonly used twisting needle.
The big names of Western medicine were afraid when they saw her twisting the needles quickly. When they saw their Chinese doctors preparing to add electroacupuncture stimulation, they all broke out in a sweat like Dr. Song or had a pale face like Dr. Cao Yong.
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"This, this, this?" Director Qin looked back at the patient's heart rate curve and hesitated whether to shout for them to stop.
If we stop now, all our efforts will be in vain.
Before he could finish his words, someone suddenly interrupted and said, "Don't stop!"
If it weren't for this voice, others would have looked in the direction of the sound and discovered that the hepatobiliary surgery boss had actually never left here.
While others were busy trying to save the patient's heart, Tao Zhijie immediately borrowed a stethoscope from the pocket of a medical student's white coat, put the earplugs in his ears, and walked up to listen to the patient's bowel sounds. Hold your breath at the scene.
With so many famous doctors, the patient should be able to be saved. The medical students present thought to themselves. But in fact, anyone who has spent a few days in the clinic and seen the rescue scenes knows that the presence of famous doctors does not necessarily mean that the patient can be saved. Medicine has always had its limitations.
Pray for Grandpa. Misran wiped the corners of his eyes silently with his fingers.
The senior sisters and teachers are all doing their best. The only thing left is probably luck.
"That's not the case," said Mi Wenlin.
Misran turned to look at his cousin.
Unlike his cousin, Mi Wenlin was attracted to Senior Sister Xie later and decided to follow her career in cardiac surgery.
Mi Wenlin saw Sister Xie's gaze very clearly. As always, it revealed such an unshakable belief: fight to the last moment. There are no gods in the world, only doctors.
It is also because of Senior Sister Xie that all the teachers and seniors who worked with Senior Sister Xie on the scene were able to remain calm even when faced with a mountain collapsing in front of them or a tiger approaching from behind.
Clip on the electroacupuncture needle and turn on the machine.
After a while, "Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle".
The small intestine sounds are different from the large intestine sounds. The small intestine sounds are as clear as flowing water, while the large intestine sounds are low-key and dull like the sound of a cannon.
There was nothing to be afraid of with the gastroenterologist present. Dr. Tao Zhijie could hear the movements of the small and large intestines clearly.
Others saw that Dr. Tao Zhijie's complexion showed that the treatment was effective.
As if fulfilled, a "poof" sound echoed in the room: the patient farted.
"Good, that's good!" Director Qin was overjoyed.
The patient's farting is the first step, indicating that the intestines are beginning to become unblocked.
At the same time, all doctors dared not let down their guard. Doctors with a little clinical experience knew that critically ill patients could very likely die suddenly from defecating.
Sure enough, the heart rate curve began to change drastically.
"Adjust it quickly." The experts surrounding the pacemaker worked nervously.
What parameters should be adjusted? Dr. Wen designated Assistant Dr. Xie to take charge.
"Lower the pacing heart rate, about 10% lower than normal, but not too high. Also lower the pacing threshold, and slowly increase the output voltage." Doctor Xie Wanying gave a steady command, "until the electroacupuncture stops."
Just a little hint was enough and all of Dr. Xie's cardiology teachers and seniors at the scene reacted immediately.
The heart rate was equal to the pacemaker frequency, and the crisis was safely overcome.
Misran let out a breath and felt like tears were about to flow. Today's scene made her more determined to pursue a career in medicine to the end no matter what.
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