The Surgeon's Studio

The overall quality of the 912 medical staff was very high, and it was even more obvious during the emergency first aid.

In an instant, a sterile sheet was laid on the ground, and the circulating nurse helped Mao Chi lie down on it. He connected it to the ECG monitor and measured the patient's blood pressure.

Since the ECG could not be printed by the ECG monitor, he had to use a handheld ECG for the examination.

There's nothing wrong. The electrocardiogram is standard, and there's no problem.

However, it could also be a precursor to the symptoms, and it was just a sexual reaction. No matter whether it was or not, he swallowed it with his tongue.

It wouldn't harm a person if it was contained in a small amount, so it would rather kill the wrong person than let it go.

Maochi felt that the floor was a little cold, and the temperature in the laminar flow operating room seemed to be dropping.

"I'm cold. " He said in a low voice.

The circulating nurse immediately took a sterile coat and covered Mao Chi's body while she comforted him.

Doctor Zhou placed the electrocardiogram sheet 30 centimeters in front of Mao Chi so that he could see his own electrocardiogram.

This group of old directors all had the same problem. They felt that they were the best when others did not know how to treat illnesses.

Moreover, after working in clinical medicine for a long time, one would subconsciously suspect that they were sick and that the people around them would lie to them.

He would only feel better if he saw with his own eyes that the commander's badge was still on his body and that the electrocardiogram that he shot out was normal.

As expected, maochi heaved a sigh of relief after reading the electrocardiogram, and the pain behind his sternum disappeared.

He carefully recalled the feeling just now. It shouldn't be wrong. The sudden and prolonged crushing pain from the back of the sternum or the anterior heart was a typical symptom of heart blockage.

If there's nothing wrong, I'll definitely get a CT scan of my coronary artery after I go down ... No, I'll just do a coronary angiography. He had to make sure there was no traffic jam, otherwise Mao Chi wouldn't even dare to sleep.

If he were to fall asleep, who would he offend?

Why don't you sleep in the Department for a few days and have an ECG monitor every day?

Mao Chi didn't think it was troublesome, and it was a good idea. Regardless of anything else, he must not die young.

Then, another thought came to his mind. 'Could it be that the Fishbone pierced through my esophagus and then into my aorta, resulting in aortic dissection?'

This one was even more terrifying!

Maochi felt the ground turn cold again, and frost had begun to spread around him.

Damn it, how could he be in time for everything?

"Chief, are you feeling better?" Doctor Zhou asked in a low voice.

"You send the patient back. I'll lie down here for a while." Although Mao Chi suspected that he had an myocardial infarction or an aortic dissection, he had not lost his mind. He still maintained the most basic level of calmness.

But this calmness was only what Mao Chi thought. He completely ignored the fact that he was still lying in front of the airtight door of the operating room.

He was lying there like an obstacle. It was impossible for the Gurney to run over him.

I'll focus on Department Director maochi first. I don't want anything serious to happen in the operating theater.

Regardless of whether it was useful or not, and regardless of the blood oxygen saturation level being 99%, he had to put on the oxygen bag first. After that, he made phone calls one by one. A Gurney was pushed over, and a few people helped Mao chiding onto the Gurney in a flurry.

A professor from the Department of Vascular ran up to him and took a look at instructor Mao's condition. He was relieved.

When he received the call, he thought instructor Mao was dying.

He felt like his lungs were on fire after he ran all the way up. After he calmed down, he saw that instructor Mao's ECG monitor showed that it was a sinus rhythm. There was no problem at all.

The Department Director was hysterical? However, the leading professor did not dare to say this. Instructor Mao was getting on in years and rarely got angry. A few years earlier, his temper wasn't very good.

This group of old chief surgeons had bad tempers. In the past, there was a patient who had pricks on his skin, and he could go up and fight after taking off his white clothes.

"I need an ultrasound." Mao Chi said in a low voice.

Although the leading professor had some doubts, he couldn't say it out loud. He would do whatever the director said. At this time, he would rather trouble himself than take it lightly.

The Gurney was parked in the corridor of the operating theater and was not pushed back.

When Zhang Lin, the director of the circulatory Department, came, she took a look at the electrocardiogram and listened to the sound of his heart. After confirming that he was fine, everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

"Go straight to the CT room ... Oh, right, have you come for an ultrasound?"

"Director, please wait a moment. Soon, very soon." The professor said.

"Instructor Mao, what illness are you considering?" Director Zhang Lin asked.

"Remove aortic dissection. Use an ultrasound to take a look first. Then, don't return to the Department. Bring the emergency Medicine and go to the CT room." Mao Chi was in charge of the resuscitation as if he was in charge of an emergency rescue.

It was good to investigate one. At least he could rest assured.

The broad-minded professor Zhang also got off the stage and came to Mao Chi's side, waiting quietly.

More than ten minutes later, the bedside ultrasound machine was pushed over. As the coupling agent was applied to his chest, maochi felt the blood vessels in his heart begin to contract as if they were going to burst in the next second.

He turned his head to the side and took a look at the patient's blood pressure. It was 130/85 mmhkg, his heart rate was 82 beats per minute, and his sinus rhythm was completely fine.

He felt a little more relaxed.

"Instructor Mao, where do you feel uncomfortable?" The doctor Who performed the ultrasound scan asked.

"The posterior sternum, the anterior heart region."

The camera was pressed down, and an image appeared on the screen.

The slightly noisy corridor suddenly quieted down, and Mao Chi suddenly had a bad feeling.

If it was nothing, someone would come up to him and make fun of him, saying that he was making a mountain out of a molehill. This was what he should do. What he was most afraid of was not others laughing at him, but silence at the same time.

Mao Chi was too familiar with this kind of silence!

Something must have happened, and it was no ordinary matter!

However, Mao Chi was prepared. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. Then, he slowly turned his head to look at the ultrasound screen.

Looking at the screen, Mao Chi almost fainted.

He could see irregular blood flow at the edge of the descending aorta. Although he did not have a deep understanding of ultrasound, Mao Chi could still tell that it was an aortic dissection!

"Let's go to the CT scan room first and do a flat scan. " Maochi's voice was trembling, but he was still calm.

This was a critical moment. If the patient suffered from a aortic rupture, it would be a waste even if they were in the operating theater!

If it was broken, the person would be gone.

The big-hearted professor Zhang immediately cowered and went to find Zhao Yunlong. This kind of emergency treatment needed the help of a young and strong person like Zhao Yunlong.

There was still no one pushing the Gurney for the time being. The leading professor of the Department of Cardiovascular Surgery took out some Armory from the first-aid kit and gave it to director Mao to control his blood pressure. This was to prevent his blood pressure from rising due to his emotions.

At the same time, the circulating nurse took out a blood pressure band.

The 160/110mm mercury column, blood pressure rising!

If there were any problems, he could directly perform surgery. It was too late to do angiography. He could totally do it during the operation.

Some people started to report this matter to the medical office, while others pushed the Gurney.

Feeling the movement of the Gurney, Mao Chi's mind cleared up a little. He said in a low voice,""Get boss Zheng here, now! Immediately!"