Chapter 175: with translation of chapter title

0172 I want to contact the tower!

Zheng Ren's upper right field of vision on the System Panel prominently displayed — aortic dissection aneurysm (I-type) a few bloody characters.

Aortic dissection aneurysm refers to blood within the aortic lumen entering the aortic media through a tear in the intima, causing the media to separate and extend along the long axis of the aorta, forming a true and false lumen separation state of the aortic wall.

It mainly occurs in hypertension and atherosclerosis, a critical condition with an incidence of one in one hundred thousand to two hundred thousand.

Although the noted probability is extremely low, it is not uncommon in hospitals.

With a population of several million in the city, dozens of people fall ill each year, so clinicians dealing with aortic dissection aneurysm dread it like a tiger.

In Hai Cheng, this disease……cannot be treated.

As for Sheng Cheng, the chance of survival after surgery for type I aortic dissection aneurysm is also not high.

Because it is the largest surgery in cardiothoracic surgery aside from heart transplant, and even the complexity of heart transplant cannot compare to the surgery for type I aortic dissection aneurysm.

Zheng Ren's heart rate suddenly rose to 122 beats per minute; he immediately stood up, held onto the seat back with his hand, and quickly moved to Cui Heming's side.

Cui Heming was drenched in sweat, somewhat agitated, his face pale, like a fish out of gasp, panting heavily.

"Stay quiet, you must stay quiet." Zheng Ren said in a low voice: "Don't be nervous, I'm here."

Cui Heming reached out and gripped Zheng Ren tightly, like a drowning person clutching the last straw.

"Flight attendant, I'm a doctor; may I ask if there is a place where he can lie flat?" Zheng Ren asked.

Seeing Cui Heming's condition, the flight attendant was already frightened.

She had never seen anyone display such a terrifying appearance, and she was at a loss. When Zheng Ren asked, she instinctively pointed to the front first-class cabin and said: "Those chairs can be reclined as much as possible."

"Please go prepare it; I'll calm him down first, then come over."

Zheng Ren knew that for this disease, aortic dissection aneurysm, the biggest taboo is suddenly sitting up or standing up.

A sudden change in blood pressure could possibly cause the aorta to tear completely.

Once the aorta tears……there is no chance for rescue!

"Cui Heming, do you know who I am?" Zheng Ren stared into Cui Heming's eyes and asked seriously.

"You are Doctor Zheng." Cui Heming's lips trembled, sweat droplets pattering from his forehead and temples.

"You don't need to speak; my medical skills are superb; please believe me, okay?" Zheng Ren said.

These words are merely a psychological suggestion. But in such a situation, anyone who can say them is a person of responsibility.

Cui Heming felt terrible, but holding Zheng Ren's hand gave him a sense of security in his dazed state.

The helplessness of that night, the praise from the old professor at Di Du Hospital, holding the banner in his own hand, and the gratitude of patients outside the City First Hospital's emergency building—all were the foundation of that sense of security.

He made an effort to nod.

"Please relax, don't be tense; I'll lift you to the front to lie down for a while." Zheng Ren's hand gripped Cui Heming's tightly, giving him a trustworthy sense of security, while he loudly shouted: "Flight attendant, do you have a stretcher?"

"Yes, yes." the flight attendant hurriedly said.

The plane is equipped with a stretcher, but the vast majority of people have never seen one.

And nobody hopes to have the chance to see one.

"Su Yun, give me a hand!" Zheng Ren's voice was not loud, but firm and commanding.

Su Yun only then took off his earphones and turned to look.

He still didn't know what had happened, feeling somewhat puzzled. But Zheng Ren's words carried an unmistakable command, fully displaying the aura of a senior doctor.

Su Yun had no time to discern what exactly had happened; he immediately assisted the flight attendants in lifting the stretcher to Cui Heming's side.

"Relax, relax, breathe normally, don't take deep breaths." Zheng Ren said softly, as if a psychologist were giving a patient hypnosis.

Zheng Ren had once self-studied a bit of psychology; now he unconsciously put it to use.

He only hoped that Cui Heming's blood pressure would not rise due to nervousness.

Once the aorta ruptures……

It's over for the person!

I don't know whether it was Zheng Ren's psychological suggestion taking effect, or the charm attribute bestowed by the System Quest, but Cui Heming's breathing gradually stabilized, and his complexion was no longer so grim.

Only the intermittent severe pain continued to stimulate him.

After one minute, Zheng Ren judged that Cui Heming's condition was relatively stable, and carefully helped him onto the stretcher.

Upon arriving in first class, the flight attendants had already made an empty seat as flat as possible.

"What happened?" a passenger in first class asked.

Zheng Ren glanced over; it was a middle-aged man accompanying an elderly man with late-stage lung cancer onto the plane.

"High blood pressure, a minor issue, nothing serious." Zheng Ren said in a low voice.

Seeing Cui Heming's condition, that man immediately came to help.

Blood pressure is relatively more stable when lying flat than when sitting; otherwise Zheng Ren wouldn't have taken such a big risk to go through all this.

However, the conditions on the plane are indeed limited; we can only do our best to make Cui Heming a bit more comfortable.

"Do you have a blood pressure monitor?" Zheng Ren asked.

The middle-aged woman had already taken a portable blood pressure monitor from the first-aid kit; Su Yun immediately took it and began measuring Cui Heming's blood pressure.

"I don't think it's right; what disease did you diagnose?" After lifting Cui Heming onto the chair to lie down, Zheng Ren was pulled aside by the middle-aged man, who asked quietly.

"Aortic dissection aneurysm, type I." Zheng Ren moved his lips slightly.

The middle-aged man's face changed instantly, becoming stern.

"Who are you?" Zheng Ren stared at his carried first-aid kit and asked.

"I am a doctor from the Thoracic Surgery Department of Medical University Second Hospital, Xia Hua." Xia Hua extended his hand.

Zheng Ren also extended his hand, shook it, and said: "Haicheng Shi Yiyuan, Zheng Ren. Do you have any medicine there?"

"We have oral antihypertensives, but no IV pumps or IV medications." Xia Hua felt somewhat embarrassed.

"That's fine; oral beta-blockers and vasodilators, double dose. Do you have any painkillers?" Zheng Ren unhesitantly took on the responsibility of directing the rescue.

Xia Hua froze for a moment; this tone…… seemed like the director of his own department.

Judging by appearance, Zheng Ren is just over twenty, under thirty; where does he get this confidence?

Not to mention being on a plane lacking medicine and drugs; even in the Cardiothoracic Surgery ward of Medical University Eryuan, he couldn't be sure the patient before him could be rescued.

This confidence…… is really inexplicable.

However, Xia Hua didn't speak; instead, he went to his own emergency kit, took out Betaloc, nitroglycerin, and painkillers, asked the flight attendant for a bottle of water, and gave it to Cui Heming to take.

"Blood pressure 195/125." Su Yun finished measuring the blood pressure, came to Zheng Ren's side, and said softly.

No one spoke loudly, for fear that a single word might stimulate Cui Heming, causing his blood pressure to keep rising.

Zheng Ren felt a chill in his heart.

With such high blood pressure, without vein medication being pumped in, as time passes, every minute and every second, Cui Heming could die directly.

"Flight attendant, I need to contact the tower." Zheng Ren grabbed the arm of the flight attendant who was about to go report the situation to the captain, and said calmly and without allowing refusal.