Chapter 1807: 1745 No limit! (Alliance Leader Yansi Rain Weiyang Bonus Chapter 3)

1745 No limit! (Alliance Leader Yansi Rain Weiyang Bonus Chapter 3)

Eh... supraventricular tachycardia?

Ye Qingqiu was stunned for a moment, then he quickly walked into the operating room.

Unexpectedly, in the operating room, only a girl stood there dumbfounded, with a large suitcase placed in front of her.

The airtight lead door was closed, the intercom wasn't turned off; probably nobody paid attention to that.

Inside, an emergency rescue was underway.

Through the lead glass, Ye Qingqiu saw about ten people inside the operating suite, busy at work.

How could there be so many people!

Ye Qingqiu froze.

Generally, for catheterization procedures, they try to avoid having many people; only in extremely critical interventional cardiology surgeries where arrhythmia may strike at any moment do nurses follow inside.

Even if nurses follow in, there wouldn't be this many people.

He looked closely; there were two groups. On his side stood the tall and burly Professor Rudolf Wagner, plus another who seemed to be a visiting doctor from Northern Province.

Meanwhile, upstairs, anesthesiologist Lao He was performing resuscitation with a nurse, and the patient's heart rate had reached 150 beats per minute.

Ye Qingqiu could tell it was a standard supraventricular tachycardia caused by heart failure.

Zheng Lao Ban held an electric saw, ran it idle with a buzz, then began preparing to split the sternum…

Two of them were turned on together!

Ye Qingqiu instantly understood the situation inside.

What illness could be so urgent that over a dozen people in lead aprons are inside performing emergency surgery!

The screen ahead lit up, the guidewire was moving, Professor Rudolf Wagner's surgery was superb, world‑top level.

Eh, it's only one notch below Zheng Lao Ban's level.

The pulmonary angiography was done, showing a massive embolus blocking the main trunk of the right pulmonary artery.

The clot is 2 cm in diameter, length…… Ye Qingqiu felt he must be mistaken—how could a clot be that long, extending from the right ventricle to the main trunk of the right pulmonary artery.

"Fugui'er, hurry up and place the venous filter!" Zheng Ren's voice mixed with the roar of the sternal saw.

Zheng Ren's shout came through the intercom.

"Yeah, boss, don't worry, it'll be done soon." A hearty, coarse reply floated from the intercom, almost knocking Ye Qingqiu over.

"Director Ye, how's it going?" As he watched, Vice President Yuan walked in and asked directly.

"Two teams are operating together, they all went in wearing lead aprons…" Ye Qingqiu said.

"Over ten people inside?" Vice President Yuan said, "Is this an angiogram? How could a pulmonary embolus be that long? Must be an artifact."

"Director Yuan, the angiogram shows the pulmonary embolus is 12 cm long, obstructing over 98 % of the right pulmonary artery main trunk." Zheng Ren's voice mixed with the sternal saw's roar, coming through the intercom.

Sun Chao stared at the image, speechless.

A clot this long…… normally a pulmonary embolus clot of 3 cm is already considered long.

A 12‑cm pulmonary embolism……

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Sun Chao would surely not believe it's real!

"Boss, the filter is in place." Professor Rudolf Wagner said.

"When you're done, just go down." Zheng Ren casually dismissed the professor.

"What else do you need me for?" the professor asked.

"No need." Zheng Ren said, "You guys step out a few; there are too many people in here. If the heart stops suddenly, I'm afraid someone will panic and contaminate the sterile field."

"……" Those outside hearing Zheng Ren's words were all dumbfounded.

Cardiac arrest? From Lao Ban Zheng's tone, it's not maybe, perhaps, or likely—it's definitely going to happen!

What the hell, still doing this knitting‑like surgery!

The airtight lead door opened, and Professor Rudolf Wagner, Liu Zewei, and Feng Xu Hui walked out one after another; Feng Xu Hui was carrying a large pile of spare supplies, which he then repacked into the big box.

Ye Qingqiu was eager to go in and see the situation, but he first glanced at Vice President Yuan.

"President Zhang, go take a look." Vice President Yuan said.

President Zhang could wait no longer; the moment he heard the clot was 12 cm, his vision went black.

No seeing stars; instead, white A4 sheets fluttered before his eyes, each bearing his name.

Although it was the hospital's decision, he himself was the primary party involved.

President Zhang truly did not want to face the hysterical, distraught parents of students; if their emotions collapsed at home, they might jump off a building…

The more he thought, the less he dared to think; the more he thought, the more fearful he became.

But hearing Zheng Lao Ban's words from inside—that the heart could stop at any moment—made President Zhang feel his own heart rate was about to stop.

What the heck is going on?

President Zhang, feeling lost, followed Vice President Yuan into the operating room and saw Lin Ge standing in a corner, like a soldier awaiting orders.

Meanwhile, Mao Chi stood honestly to the side, while Director Zhang Lin helped the anesthesiologist stay busy.

When Sun Chao entered, he found President Zhang and Vice President Yuan already standing behind the surgeon; he could only stand beside the first assistant, watching the surgery together with Mao Chi.

The sternum had already been split; the surgeon clearly didn't care about blood loss, but was focused on speed.

The assistant was still applying bone wax to the sternum edges and using electrocautery to stop bleeding, while he had already used a sternal retractor to open the sternum.

The pericardium was large; Sun Chao's first impression was that there was pericardial effusion.

Without waiting for the suction device, the surgeon cut open the pericardium and separated it directly.

Pale yellow pericardial fluid flowed into the mediastinum, mingling with bright red blood, yet none of the three people on the operating table had any objection to it.

The surgery was far from standard, Sun Chao thought.

Regarding Zheng Ren's previous arrogant and domineering behavior at the Medical University Affiliated Hospital, all the doctors there—including Sun Chao—had opinions; happening to see Zheng Lao Ban perform surgery, Sun Chao inevitably found fault.

The pericardium opened, revealing the right atrium and ventricle visibly dilated. The heart's contractile force weakened, and it beat listlessly.

Is this… going to cause cardiac arrest? Sun Chao's heart tightened.

Although he wanted to cause trouble, he also didn't want a young girl in her prime to just die like that.

"Prepare epinephrine and isoproterenol!" Zheng Ren said.

This is…

"Okay!" Lao He agreed without hesitation, completely ignoring Director Zhang's stunned look and others' surprise.

Epinephrine and isoproterenol—after opening them, he personally drew them into two syringes.

"How much isoproterenol should be added to 50 ml saline?" Lao He asked.

"10 mg, start at 0.5 ml, with no upper limit." Zheng Ren said calmly.

No upper limit…

This meant the condition had become critically severe to a certain extent.

"Draw more syringes of epinephrine; multiple injections may be needed." Zheng Ren said.

Lao He nodded, had the circulating nurse prepare the isoproterenol micro‑pump, and began drawing epinephrine himself.

"Zheng Lao Ban, ready." Soon, Lao He had five syringes before him, each containing 5 ml saline plus 1 mg epinephrine.

"Hmm." Zheng Ren said, "Start the micro‑pump now."

"Okay." Lao He replied without hesitation.