The wealthy family is also pretending to be poor for each other today

In the emergency room, everything was still going on in an orderly manner.

The indicator light of the ventilator was flashing, and Mrs. He was lying on the rescue table with a pale face, and even the ups and downs of her breathing seemed weak.

"The compression frequency has slowed down, please try another person!"

When the doctor in charge saw that the nurse who was doing cardiopulmonary resuscitation on Mrs. He was obviously tired, he immediately ordered the assistant next to him, "For you, hurry up!"

According to rescue standards, the compression frequency must be 100-120 times/min and the depth must reach 5-6cm, otherwise it will be meaningless for patients in deep coma!

In a race against death, even a tenth of a second cannot be wasted!

But if that doesn't work, you can only consider using artificial lungs, but once they are actually used...

The patient may become dependent on the artificial lung ventilator, and his original lungs will enter a state of slowdown and stop breathing independently, exchanging carbon dioxide and oxygen.

And in this case, the artificial lung can't stop at all!

After thinking again and again, the doctor in charge couldn't help but put the back of his hand between his eyebrows and asked, "Where's Dr. Liu? Why hasn't he come yet?"

"I don't know. I was notified right at the beginning."

The nurse also shook her head in confusion, and then walked out, "I'm going to call and ask! Life is at stake, and it's still taking so long to come over!"

'Crack'!

The door of the rescue room slowly moved to both sides, and a stern and tall figure walked in against the light.

I almost bumped into the nurse.

"Hey you?"

The nurse first misidentified the person and thought the person in front of her was Dr. Liu, but then she remembered that Dr. Liu was not tall, not even 1.7 meters tall. She was about to scold him but met those cold and dark eyes, and the words came to her lips. I subconsciously returned to my stomach.

Instead, there was a rather polite sentence: "Who are you, a doctor? Are you new here? Why haven't I seen him before?"

He Ting glanced at the emergency room and recognized her as a traveling nurse.

As a very important and special nurse in the surgical department, she cleans the operating room, wipes the sweat of doctors and nurses, and ties pants. She always pays attention to the cleanliness of the room; adjusts the lights and room temperature appropriately, wipes the sweat of doctors; and adds the items needed for surgery in a timely manner. , and record for reference, etc., all need to be completed by circulating nurses.

However, you cannot leave the operating room unless there are special circumstances.

What's more, this is just an emergency room, and no surgery is being performed.

At this time, the doctor in charge also realized that the young doctor who came in looked strange, and frowned and asked, "Which department are you from? Are you here for internship? If so, get out quickly, this is no joke." of!"

Normally, of course, interns with professional counterparts would be indispensable for observing and learning.

But the one lying here today is Mrs. He!

Let interns who are not familiar with the business and are unfamiliar with the business be around. If an accident does happen, they can still handle it even if they are senior. At most, they will be suppressed for one or two years during the evaluation of professional titles. It is also possible that It's three years and five years.

But interns are different.

If you are really unlucky and encounter an accident, you may find that you are permanently banned from entering the sea before you even start your career.

They all came from their student days, and the person in charge doesn’t want any intern with a promising future to be frustrated before they even start their journey. That would be a real pity!

And this time-

"Young Master He!"

Shanshan, the previous psychiatrist doctor Liu, finally arrived. She was running out of breath because she was fat, "Vice President Zhou! This... this..."

In the end, he still couldn't finish the sentence in one breath. He leaned down and put his hands on his knees, making his body slightly arched and breathing heavily.

Maybe because he was wearing a mask, his breathing sounded very rough.

"Oh, what are you doing?"

Vice-President Zhou, who was the doctor in charge, immediately started to blame again, "How long has it been, and we even got an intern to observe, so we must have a relationship, right?"

As he spoke, his voice became softer, but the blame seemed to be stronger, "You are not afraid of something happening! We have forgotten all the rules, right?"

Although it is unwritten, follow it to ensure safety.

"No, this is Mr. He!"

Dr. Liu tried his best to stop breathing quickly and then said, "Now there is a very live experiment that has concluded that as long as the coma patient is told the correct or similar 'sensitive' topic, there is a high probability that It can wake up patients who have fallen into coma, and it is faster and more convenient than using ventilators and artificial lungs, and the patients can also suffer less!"

Since Mr. He didn't want others to know, he could only rack his brains to think of a way to deal with it.

After all, those aren't important.

The most important thing is that as long as Mrs. He can be saved!

"Oh... so that's what it is."

As the saying goes, there is a mountain between two lines, and there is only a professional in the middle. Vice President Zhou firmly believed this, and did not think about it at all. He just said to He Ting politely, "I'm sorry, Mr. He, I didn't know that was the case." Something happened."

After saying that, his expression suddenly changed and he blamed, "You are serious, you didn't tell me earlier!"

"Ah, my fault, my fault."

Dr. Liu was on the verge of tears, but he had no choice but to nod and smile awkwardly, and said no more.

He quite understands the little truth that too much talk will lead to mistakes.

But another doctor had some doubts, "Dr. Liu, what you said is just a matter of probability. It may not necessarily work. What if the situation is made worse?"

"How do you know if you don't try!"

Dr. Liu is very firm in this regard, "Artificial lungs and ventilators actually cannot guarantee that Mrs. He will be saved, right?"

And Mrs. He is in a special situation.

For her, the answer to probability is just 'useful' or 'useless'.

But he believed that Mr. He, who holds a doctorate from HF Medical University, must have a more clever and effective way to implement it!

At the same time, He Ting had already reached Mrs. He's side. He looked down at the face that seemed to have aged by more than ten years with a condescending look. Finally, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Grandma, I'm getting married."

All of a sudden, the entire emergency room was quiet.

These people couldn't help but look at each other. For a moment, they didn't know whether to think it was true or just treat it as an ordinary therapeutic method.

After all, Mrs. He's urging to marry Young Master He has been known to everyone in the capital for a long time.

But He Ting just repeated it calmly, tapping his flexed fingers on the rescue table as if unintentionally——