"It's okay, give me another 150mg." Zheng Ren's voice came from the intercom.

"The speed of isopropyl kidney is bigger! Adrenaline, static push."

Professor Zhong said something like he opened a box, and Zheng Ren began to give orders one after another.

Most of the people in the operating room were confused.

This is the weakness of specialized hospitals.

Patients flocked to the country, and the specialized hospitals in the imperial capital were overcrowded. It is normal to pick and choose, and those who are in poor condition and suspect that there is risks, they are asked to go to comprehensive hospitals such as Union Hospital.

But once the patient has this situation in front of him, the simplest ones can be handled. If it is complicated, you can only ask an outside-hospital expert to consult, and the surgery or even transfer to the hospital.

However, there are also benefits of doing this, which is that it greatly improves efficiency. After all, there is still Union Hospital like 912, what are you afraid of?

Dean Lin looked around and asked in a deep voice: "What does Professor Zhong mean?"

"The half-life of Kedalong's drug metabolism is relatively long. Boss Zheng takes the medicine at a limit and the amount is still very large. Professor Zhong is afraid of problems after the operation." A director said in a low voice.

After all, he is not a professional in loops when he is on the intercom. If he is really criticized by the sarcastic assistant, can he still scold him?

I won’t talk about demeanor or something, the key is that I can’t scold you.

If you are serious, you have any side reactions you don’t know or how to use the medicine, it would be a slap in the face if someone says it.

Don’t look at the young people. How is the Affiliated Hospital of the Imperial Capital Medical University? A bullet cannot be found in the body! In the end, it was the problem that Boss Zheng went to solve alone.

That time it was a one-man, and this time it brought the whole group of people...

Dean Lin looked at the electrocardiogram that was pulsating like a typhoon blowing through the sea, and he still agreed with Boss Zheng’s approach.

Patients are so fucked, they can use whatever they should use. When people die on the operating table, they still have to worry about the accumulation of drugs.

That is what living people need to consider.

Moreover, when looking at the electrocardiogram, it was already very disordered. The heart rate dropped to about 40 times per minute and then rose to above 160 times per minute.

Many times, Dean Lin suspected that the heart was about to stop, perhaps because of the effect of the drug or the effect of the pacemaker. Anyway, the patient's heart rate was shaking and unwilling to fall, so he barely maintained it.

The people in the operating room didn't even dare to breathe, for fear that the patient's heartbeat would suddenly stop if he sneezes.

"2 minutes and 12 seconds." Su Yun suddenly said.

What does this mean? People outside can hear it all the way.

On the screen of the operating room, Boss Zheng's net basket catheter has captured the PICC tube, but it does not pull it out, but rubs it a little bit.

The screen is clearly displayed, and the net basket catheter is moving forward with difficulty. This is where the PICC canal and the right pulmonary artery are heavily adhesion.

If you use violence, once the right pulmonary artery is torn, the person will be gone.

But looking at the patient's electrocardiogram fluctuations, everyone hopes to pull out this damn PICC catheter in the next second.

Zheng Ren was also very anxious, but his operations must not be messed up.

The patient's heart was shaking wildly, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. Zheng Ren felt the patient's tricuspid valve moving, constantly affecting his operation.

Feeling and adaptation. Zheng Ren subconsciously thought of these two words, and he directly emptyed his body, and his hands were subtly operated the catheter to adapt to the violent pulsation of the heart and the interference of the tricuspid valve.

In an instant, Zheng Ren's surgery soared.

If it was only 150APM at the beginning, it jumped to 300APM in just a moment.

And this is not the limit, the data has risen rapidly and there is no end.

After a brief shock, Lin Yuan almost affected the operation due to the rapid and subtle rotation of the catheter, she began to concentrate on cooperating with Boss Zheng.

However, the speed is really fast. Within one second, Boss Zheng didn't know how many movements he did, turning and changing the direction of the catheter to prevent the catheter from being touched by the heart's beating and the switch of the tricuspid valve.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Yuan felt that his hands were a little numb and a little wood, and his speed was directly to the limit.

Although she was just an assistant, she knew that her hand speed was much slower than Boss Zheng's hand speed and could meet the requirements.

But even so, she felt that she was overwhelmed.

It is not allowed to be underestimated by Boss Zheng, nor can it affect the operation. This is Lin Yuan’s only two thoughts.

With a blur in front of me, my hands were constantly making minor adjustments, and Lin Yuan barely kept up with Boss Zheng's rhythm.

Time has changed very slowly, and it is impossible to describe how long it is to live like a year. Every minute and every second seem to be like a year passed in Lin Yuan’s opinion.

Before the operation was completed, Lin Yuan felt that he was much older.

"3 minutes and 22 seconds."

Su Yun's voice came, a little anxious and a little hasty.

Lin Yuan was very surprised why Su Yun was still counting the time during this emergency rescue.

But this has nothing to do with her. Her hands are numb and she feels that her movements are obviously slowing down.

Perhaps it is not that the hand speed slows down, but that time slows down under the influence of relativity.

"Isoporous kidney, speed faster." Zheng Ren said.

"Well, Lao He, adrenaline, get five more shots." Su Yun said.

A row of syringes were placed at Su Yun's hand, and Lao He voluntarily gave up the task of pushing medicine.

The hand speed was not as fast as Brother Yun. At this time, Su Yun's movements had begun to appear in phantoms in Lao He's eyes.

The air in the operating room was stagnant, with only the monitor and the ventilator calling the alarm frantically, and it seemed that it would never stop.

"4 minutes and 31 seconds." Su Yun said in a deep voice.

"The time may be extended." Zheng Ren said softly.

"I'll do my best."

Su Yun did not jokingly or nonsense, but told Zheng Ren in a deep voice that he would try his best to maintain the patient's heartbeat.

At this time, if there were no pacemakers, the patient's heartbeat would have stopped.

However, even if the pacemaker maintains the last bit of vitality, dangers often occur.

Begin to push adrenaline and pump a lot of isopropyl kidney, dopamine.

All medication dosages have exceeded the limit.

The electrocardiogram fluctuations became more and more intense. Even after Su Yun reported the number of 5 points, he saw him take the defibrillator through the leaded glass and began to adjust the voltage.

With a pacemaker, it is almost impossible to use a defibrillator.

The moment I saw the defibrillator, everyone outside was stunned.

Lao He continued to push the medicine, Su Yun narrowed his eyes and stared at the ECG monitoring.

"alright!"

After a long time, Boss Zheng's heavy voice came from the intercom.

The image of the PICC catheter quickly retreated, and everyone felt relieved.

"I'll go... Boss, you said you asked me to wait for 5 minutes, it took you 5 minutes and 34 seconds!" Su Yun's voice came from the intercom with a light voice.

"Thank you for your hard work." Zheng Ren said.

Soon, the deadly PICC catheter was withdrawn and the operation was announced to be successful!

Boss Zheng turned around and tore off the sterile clothing.

The airtight lead door opened and Zheng Ren walked out.

"Boss Zheng, thank you for your hard work." President Lin greeted him and said politely.

"Don't worry, the dosage is too large. Observe it for half an hour and then send it to the ICU smoothly." Zheng Ren walked into the operation room, tore off the lead clothes, and threw it on the ground.

Like a warrior's armor, the lead coat hit the ground and made a bang.

Severe illness... This is another word that Dean Lin is unwilling to face.

"Boss, I reduced the amount of isopropyl kidney." Su Yun said.

"Reduce, slow down, don't worry." Zheng Ren sat on the chair, a little tired. But his hands on his legs were still very stable.

His eyes were staring at the screen of the ECG monitoring in the operation room without blinking.

Ten minutes later, Su Yun came out.

"Boss, look, it's all right." He said relaxedly.

"After a while, my heart rate is still a little unstable." Zheng Ren said softly.

"You asked me to use such a large amount of medicine, do you know that my hands were shaking when I pushed Kedalong?"

"Know."

"How did you know?"

"Your hands tremble, which interferes with my surgery."

"roll!"

Everyone, including Dean Lin, completely relaxed this time. Boss Zheng was joking with his assistant, which meant that the alarm had been lifted.
To be continued...