Chapter 2075: 2003: Using Drugs and Being Human Are Equally Overbearing

"Zheng Lao Ban, I just heard Doctor Su… Yun Ge'er's words." Lin Yuan also came to put on lead clothing, saw Zheng Ren putting a lead cap on Xie Yiren, and felt it was full of love and enviable.

"Mm." Zheng Ren answered neither cold nor hot, just like how he used to speak to all the mosaics before.

His heart was completely thrown into the Shou Bing.

"Defibrillator, I can take full responsibility for this." Lin Yuan said.

This was something she could only think of after a long time, something she could do herself.

Surgery? With Zheng Lao Ban and Director Zhong there, I'm afraid I won't get a chance.

"No need, first we'll implant a pacemaker." Zheng Ren said.

This was the result of his long consideration; to perform this Shou Bing, a prior Shou Bing to implant a pacemaker must be done.

"……" Lin Yuan was stunned.

To do the thrombectomy and remove the PICC catheter, they actually have to first implant a pacemaker?!

If it's come to this extent, can this Shou Bing still be done like this?!

This isn't Lin Yuan's fault.

The purpose of the Shou Bing is always clear. Linear thinking rarely involves doing a prior Shou Bing just to remove a dislodged PICC catheter.

Although Lin Yuan wasn't assigned anything, he stubbornly put on lead clothing and prepared to enter the Operating Room.

Zheng Ren glanced at Lin Yuan, didn't dissuade him, but carefully put on all kinds of protective gear for Xie Yiren. Xie Yiren was wrapped up like a tin man, kinda cute in a meng na na way.

Professor Zhong also consciously came to put on clothes and wash hands.

For him, what's more curious is how Zheng Lao Ban plans to do this Shou Bing.

Others think a 60% success rate is low, but Professor Zhong thinks this success rate is already high to the point of being absurd.

He heard Zheng Ren and Lin Yuan talking, wasn't particularly surprised, and it seemed Zheng Lao Ban was really preparing to thread the catheter through the tricuspid valve at the point of slight detachment.

After entering the Operating Room, Zheng Ren, while putting on clothes, said: "Lao He, 20ml saline plus 0.8mg digoxin, Vein injection."

Lao He immediately began carrying out the medical order.

This is a rapid saturation dose; digoxin is rarely given like this.

Digoxin is a fast-acting cardiac drug that increases myocardial contractility, slows heart rate and conduction, but acts quickly and has little accumulation.

Normally the maximum dose when giving the drug is 0.4mg, but they just give 0.8mg right off the bat…

Professor Zhong was judging the necessity of giving the drug this much in his mind.

Maybe, perhaps, should be given this way, Professor Zhong couldn't be sure. After all, this is the operator's need, and he is not the operator.

Seeing Lao He pushing the drug, Zheng Ren then said, "Micro pump, give another 0.8mg in an hour."

"……" Professor Zhong was stunned.

The maximum daily dose of digoxin is 1.6mg; giving a saturation dose in a short time, what do we do if the patient's heartbeat fails?

Besides, if digoxin poisoning occurs from giving it this way, what then?

Ventricular premature beats, bigeminy, especially on a basis of atrial fibrillation… Thinking of these, Professor Zhong felt a chill in his heart.

Indeed overbearing!

Using drugs and being human are equally overbearing to the extreme!

But… what about it?

If Professor Zhong were the lead surgeon, he felt he'd definitely counter moves as they came, using the drug only when the patient's condition called for it.

Although drug metabolism takes a few or ten-odd minutes, that would be safer.

He had a slight complaint in his heart, but Professor Zhong didn't speak, instead silently began putting on clothes.

"This person, is that Professor Zhong?" Su Yun was organizing emergency rescue medication, glanced sideways, and asked lightly.

"Zhong Xin, you are…"

"Who I am isn't important; are you sure you can pull off this Shou Bing?" Su Yun's disparaging tone made the hearts of everyone standing in the Operating Room watching the busy scene twitch.

This is the rhythm of picking a fight.

If you can pull it off, why would we still have invited Zheng Lao Ban to come to 912?

Asking knowingly!

Professor Zhong also froze; he hadn't said anything, yet someone started picking a fight!

This is also fucking excessive!

Seeing Professor Zhong silent and speechless, Su Yun gave a cold laugh and said, "If you're the lead surgeon, we'll just quit."

"Uh……" Professor Zhong, not understanding, pressured by the rumors of the jianghu's domineering aura, didn't dare to shout and scold like berating a junior doctor at home, but instead spoke calmly: "I'll go up, give Zheng Lao Ban a hand; may I ask for your guidance?"

"I don't dare to accept guidance." Su Yun said coldly: "Lending a hand means being an assistant. Don't your assistants prepare the instrument tray? You just wash hands, put on clothes, and wait for the operator to do these? Isn't that going too far?"

"……"

Professor Zhong almost burst into tears after hearing that.

Having been an operator for over ten years, he'd long forgotten the likes of preparing the instrument tray, fucking completely.

Habitually, after washing hands he'd just put on clothes.

But he didn't expect to be caught by Zheng Lao Ban's assistant for his flaw, getting a thorough dressing-down.

Director Lin felt this was simply outrageous, wanting to say a couple of sentences to persuade.

But as the words reached his lips, he suddenly realized that although Su Yun's words were unpleasant to hear, they were true!

What should he say?

What's there to say! If you make the operator prepare the instrument tray, does that mean the assistant has to eat dry rice?

Director Lin saw Professor Zhong in an awkward spot; even though he didn't know what to say, as an invited expert he had to smooth things over.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard Zheng Lao Ban say solemnly: "It's fine, Professor Zhong. Lin Yuan, wash hands and prepare the instrument tray."

I go…… Director Lin almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

My family's girl, like a Ming pearl in the palm, is just being summoned and dispatched like that?!

Too excessive!

Too arrogant!

Too overbearing!

But all of Lin Yuanzhang's anger was instantly shattered by Lin Yuan's clear, crisp reply.

"Good!" Lin Yuan answered very Calm, turning to go wash his hands.

But Lin Yuanzhang could hear more from that single word.

The rising tone at the end is a way of speaking that only my family's girl uses when she's happy.

What does she have to be happy about? Just washing her hands, going up on stage to disinfect, and then having to stand below and wait.

Most importantly, she still has to eat the thread!

Although wearing a lead collar, Lin Yuan's neck is long, a section of greasy white skin exposed outside. Lin Yuanzhang felt heartbroken seeing this—how much thread must be eaten?

But now it's emergency rescue; as long as the person isn't dead, they must go on stage.

Even if the doctors die, they must die on the Operating table.

His heart was full of tears, but he didn't say a word, silently lowering his head.

"Prepare potassium chloride, atropine." Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.

"Prepared; as soon as there's a fishhook-like change, use it at First Time." Su Yun said.

He didn't retort to Zheng Ren; this Shou Bing difficulty is too great, even giving his all isn't enough, basically he has no time or mood to do those things.

Xie Yiren also went onto the equipment table, handing over with the in-house nurse.

Feng Xu Hui found some materials, waist slightly bent, handed the equipment to the in-house circulating nurse, and it would soon be sent onto the Operating table.

The Medical Team has already been activated, a faint rumbling sound echoing in the minds of the Observation Platform people.