High-Risk Survival Log

On a new day, Zhou Sui woke up at five o'clock, first fed the cat, then made breakfast, left half of it for Ye Chen, and then drove to the hospital.

After entering the hospital, he first reviewed the patient's condition and examination results, then entered the operating room and performed two operations in succession.After finishing his work, he went to take a shower, followed his little resident doctor just after checking the box, got off the operating table and buried himself in writing the preoperative summary, course of disease, and discharge records.

After the surgery, the patient was sent to the ICU or other departments. Zhou Sui met with his family members, who asked him for a long time. Then he went to see the reexamination results of other patients, and prescribed discharge and medication. Zhou Sui checked the time. I knew it was too late for lunch.

Fortunately, the little resident doctor brought bread. Zhou Sui ate the bread while waiting for the anesthesia for the operation, and then continued the operation.It was about five o'clock when the operation was over. After dinner, he went upstairs for rounds and was about to leave work.

Of course, the small resident has other things to do, such as communicating with the patient's family, signing the operation consent form, and writing the case.Such a well-known large hospital in the country has been studying for more than ten years. Now 30 years old, a resident doctor with a master's degree and excellent grades, who is mixed with a management position in other positions is still a low-quality labor force.

Zhou Sui sat in the office, had just made a cup of tea, recalled the duty schedule, and thought that he might be able to leave work on time today.

The phone vibrated, and Zhou Sui lowered his head, it was his friend group from the university.

After all, it is the top school in the country, and the medical school is also well-known. His college classmates basically stay in this industry, but some of them went to internal medicine, some to surgery, some to obstetrics, and some Went to the dermatologist.

The frequency of chatting in the group is neither high nor low, either complaining about stupid superiors, or complaining about idiots at lower levels, idiot administration, and family members of patients, occasionally sharing some surgical videos and medical reform systems.Some departments are too difficult, some are too tired, some are too poor, and some are under too much pressure. Everyone will always have a lot of complaints.

Zhou Sui usually sees more and talks less.

The topic of the previous discussion was posted by a friend from the hand surgery department. After a six-hour replantation of a severed finger, the patient couldn’t help but secretly smoked after the operation, which caused blood vessel embolism, and finally amputated.

A doctor is just a doctor. If the patient does not take it to heart, or thinks it is not that serious, there is a fluke mentality, and there is nothing they can do.

Another doctor told about how the two met in a bar after a patient had undergone surgery for liver cirrhosis.

There is no lower limit to be miserable in this kind of thing.

The phone vibrated just now, and it was a classmate from the cardiology department sending a message.Say there is a patient with heart failure who has not had a bowel movement for three days, so he called the general surgery department for consultation. The general surgery department gave up 3000ml of liquid and poured it in. Are all surgeons idiots? Heart failure, a large amount of infusion will increase the load on the heart, and I am afraid that the condition will worsen Can't go fast enough.

After he finished posting, there was a surgical eruption in the group: the patients were forbidden to eat and drink, and how to maintain normal consumption without nutritional support. In the end, the balance of low sodium, low potassium and negative nitrogen did not deteriorate.

Then everyone started arguing with each other. The doctor's quarrel was very interesting.

The conversation quickly turned to some consultation jokes.

Zhou Sui watched with relish, picked up the teacup, and suddenly the phone at the guidance desk rang.

"Serial car accident! The first batch of two ambulances! Three injured, severe crush injuries, one bleeding...!"

Zhou Sui had already stood up.

The ambulance drove to the entrance of the hospital. Director Zhang led the doctor to meet him, and the patients were brought in one by one. Director Zhang quickly arranged the task, and Zhou Sui was in charge of the patient in the middle.

The hemorrhage in front was quickly pushed into the operating room. Zhou Sui did a physical examination on the one in the middle. There was blood on the face and the car of the patient in the car accident. There was no obvious trauma. Disgusting taste.

Zhou Sui stepped forward, and the patient turned his head and vomited all over him. Zhou Sui observed his complexion. The white coats in the hospital were always dirty, stained with the patient's blood, vomit and various liquids.

He took out the stethoscope on his chest, warmed it up and put it on his chest. The patient said with difficulty: "I have a history of chronic gastroenteritis... I'm fine, this is not a car accident, that person hit him on purpose! You must catch him... !"

His voice was hoarse, Zhou Sui glanced at him, and said to the little resident next to him, "Call the cardiology department for an emergency consultation."

Seeing his serious face, the patient forced a smile and said, "I'm fine. When the car hit me, Assistant Wang got in front of me..."

Before he finished speaking, he broke out in a cold sweat suddenly, and went into shock in an instant.

The nurses brought the ECG monitor over, and as soon as the electrodes were attached, the instrument made a sharp sound, resounding through the hospital hall.

Zhou Sui quickly issued several orders to judge the patient's breathing and heartbeat awareness.At this time, he could only do CPR. After defibrillation, Zhou Sui knelt down neatly on the hospital bed, took a light breath, and then pressed down with both hands.

Cardiac resuscitation requires a compression frequency of 100 to 120 times per minute, which is extremely exhausting. Hospitals generally perform double-person resuscitation, combined with artificial respiration, to improve the survival rate.The amount of air delivered by artificial respiration should not be too large, so as not to cause the patient's stomach to be flatulent. When pressing, ensure sufficient frequency and depth, without interruption as much as possible.Five cycles at a time, and then it's time for another person to take over.

However, the emergency department was very busy at this time. The second batch of ambulances had already arrived, and another batch of doctors went up to meet them.Moreover, double cardiopulmonary resuscitation requires the cooperation of the two rescuers to be extremely tacit. Insufflation must be completed within the relaxation time of cardiac compression, and the compression-ventilation ratio is 30:2.

Zhou Sui continued to press down, and the nurse next to him glanced at him, but said nothing after all.

Five minutes had passed, Zhou Sui began to sweat on his forehead, and the patient in shock did not respond.For patients with sudden cardiac death, the success rate of cardiopulmonary resuscitation within 5 minute of cardiac arrest is greater than 1%. The longer the time, the lower the success rate.

Already the nurse's expression had begun to change.

This is still a young man.

Zhou Sui suddenly had this thought in his mind. He was already feeling obviously tired, but the movements of his hands did not change at all.

"Defibrillation." A clear voice rang in my ear.

Next to him, a young doctor in a white coat with a few fountain pens in his pocket picked up the defibrillator, pressed the discharge button, and introduced himself: "I am Dr. Zhao from the Department of Cardiology for emergency consultation."

They exchanged glances quickly, and Dr. Zhao said, "I'll cooperate with you."

Dr. Zhao knelt on the other side of the patient, touched the carotid artery, and after five seconds, he immediately performed compressions instead of Zhou Sui.

Zhou Sui was in charge of artificial respiration.

Although it was the first time for the two to meet, they were very familiar with each other. Under the action of mechanical pressing and blowing, they replaced each other twice, and the patient's heart rhythm finally recovered.

Zhou Sui's tense heartstrings finally loosened. He checked the color of the patient's pupils, face, lips, and nail bed from cyanosis to ruddy. After checking each item, he became more relaxed. Seeing Dr. Zhao Also very pleasing to the eye.

He raised his head, just in time Dr. Zhao was also looking at him.

Obviously the two met for the first time, but the cardiac resuscitation just now was too tacit. This feeling is like a peerless swordsman meeting an opponent, like a high mountain flowing water meeting a bosom friend, like a gear meeting the other half, running perfectly stand up.

Zhou followed Dr. Zhao to see a smile in his eyes.

"Doctor, what's the matter?!"

Since just now, there have been people watching outside, looking anxious and panicked.The man was probably in his thirties, and he was dressed very expensively. At this moment, he finally dared to speak.

Zhou Sui went over and asked him what his relationship was with the patient.

The man hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and said, "I'm his manager."

Zhou Sui was stunned for a moment, and then briefly explained the situation to his agent. Dr. Zhao, who was doing CPR with him just now, came over and said that he was going to take the patient to the Department of Cardiology for intervention, and asked when the family members would come.

The agent said hesitantly: "The family members may not be able to come..."

What he said was not coming later, but not coming.Dr. Zhao continued to communicate with his agent. Zhou Sui heard the screams one after another, which were forcibly suppressed. He looked back and saw several doctors and nurses gathered around the bed.

Zhou Sui's heart tightened, thinking that something happened, and it was only in the past that he found that everything was normal.Over there, Dr. Zhao asked the patient's name, and the agent said, "The name on his ID card is Moby Dick."

After cleaning up the blood and all kinds of filth on his face, Zhou Sui finally saw what the person on the hospital bed looked like.

Similar to what he saw on TV, his face was pale now, but he looked more like a fragile angel.

Now the hottest star Beluga Whale, Beluga Whale is his real name.

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The author has something to say:

So far, characters from three novels have appeared!

Gong is Doctor Zhao.

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感谢在2021-12-1301:21:31~2021-12-1401:37:03期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: 1 reader No. [-];

Thank you to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Jieye is born with 20 bottles of a pair for three years; 9 bottles for normalization;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!