It was Senior Brother Cao’s voice.
Her memory was instantly pulled back to the scene four years ago.
Under the shaky dim light bulb, an ambulance rushed over to find a patient whose aortic aneurysm was ruptured and was almost misdiagnosed.
It was she who helped him save the patient at that time. So, he knew where her best points were. He believed she could do it, but he was more afraid that she would faint because of it.
Cao Yong's deep eyes fell on her face, almost motionless, revealing a deep sense of solemnity.
When Senior Brother Cao's eyes came over to her, her brain felt as if a handful of icy cold water had been poured over it.
If she couldn't get her brain back to normal, Senior Brother Cao would definitely call her off the operating table more resolutely than the Immortal Brother.
Cao Zhao also noticed this, his eyes turned and he didn't need to say what he wanted to say: This younger brother of his will be even more cruel in the future than when he was a teacher.
Xie Wanying decisively stopped the hand that was pressing on the child's heart in his chest.
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Seeing the opportunity, Cao Zhao pulled her hand out, put his own hand in and continued to do chest compressions on her behalf.
Time passes by second by second.
Ten minutes of CPR were almost over and hope was becoming increasingly slim.
This time, it was Cao Zhao who was pressing his heart and he was sweating again.
"Stop pressing it."
When these three words suddenly sounded, everyone was shocked.
The person who said this was none other than Xie, who had said before that he would never give up no matter what.
Junior sister, you - Liu Jingyun frowned sadly. These words were not something that a junior sister would say.
Hmm. Cao Yudong and Ye Sujin, the couple, groaned at the same time. Unlike the others, they could tell that the tone of this was not that of a doctor giving up on a patient.
"What did you say?" Cao Zhao asked her without stopping the pressing immediately. He must have heard something as well.
"Reperfuse it." Xie Wanying's voice returned to its extreme academic calmness. "Reblock the ascending aorta, continue to perfuse the heart with warm blood cardioplegia solution with a ratio of 4:1 and half potassium, and then open the ascending aorta."
What kind of method is this? I have never heard of it before? Lin Hao looked at Pan with a questioning look.
"It's secondary perfusion of warm blood and cardiac resuscitation." said the surgeon.
The problem is that myocardial protection was performed during the operation, so this problem should not have occurred. Secondary perfusion of warm blood is a resuscitation and rescue method used when myocardial protection fails during surgery.
Another possibility is that the child's heart muscle may still be relatively thick. Whether this is judged by Xie's "excellent" eyesight needs to be verified.
Every conceivable rescue method must be tried.
I immediately followed her suggestion. I clamped the ascending aorta and injected the newly prepared cardioplegia solution into the heart. The blood temperature was 37 degrees.
After completing the above steps, the surgeon prepares to open the ascending aortic clamp again to determine life or death.
Snap. The surgeon put two fingers through the round hook of the hemostat and released the clamp.
There were gasps inside and outside: as if the little heart didn't beat miraculously?
As expected. Cao Zhao's brows flashed with solemnity, and he was about to reach in to perform cardiac compressions.
"Defibrillation, 20 joules." The assistant student on the opposite side gave another decisive instruction. He took the electrode pads handed by the nurse with both hands faster than him and inserted them into the ventricular walls at the base and apex of the little heart.
20 joules?!
Student Xie is so brave!
Twenty is the maximum energy. If it doesn't work anymore, the doctor will probably have no way out.
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