Chapter 2403: line with translation of chapter title

912 medical staff overall quality is high; during emergency rescue it is even more evident.

In an instant, a sterile sheet was laid on the ground, and the circulating nurse helped Mao Chi lie flat on it. The ECG Monitor was connected, and a blood pressure was measured first.

Because the ECG Monitor machine could not print out the ECG, they still used a portable ECG machine to perform a check.

There's nothing wrong; the ECG is quite normal, with no problems seen.

But it could also be prodromal symptoms; just now it was a transient reaction. Regardless, first place nitroglycerin under the tongue.

Taking a small amount of this once won't harm anyone; better to kill by mistake than let it go.

Mao Chi felt the ground a bit cool; the temperature of the constant-temperature laminar flow Operating Room seemed to be continuously decreasing.

"Cold." he said softly.

The circulating nurse immediately took a sterile gown and covered Mao Chi with it, and also comforted him with a few words.

Zhou Yisheng placed the ECG report in front of Mao Chi at a distance of 30 cm, letting him see his own ECG with his own eyes.

These old directors all have a problem: they think others can't treat illness, only they are the best.

Moreover, after a long time in clinical work, they subconsciously suspect they themselves are ill, and people around them will deceive them.

Only after he personally sees the leads placed on his body and the printed ECG shows no abnormality will he feel somewhat better.

Indeed, after looking at the ECG, Mao Chi let out a sigh of relief, and the pain behind his sternum vanished.

He carefully recalled the feeling just now; it shouldn't be wrong. Sudden onset of severe and lasting crushing pain behind the sternum or precordial area is a typical symptom of myocardial infarction.

If there's nothing wrong, after going down he must first get a coronary CT... no, better to directly do a coronary angiogram. Only after confirming no blockage can he rest; otherwise Mao Chi wouldn't even dare to sleep.

If he sleeps through it, who has he provoked?

Otherwise, sleep a few days in the department, with ECG monitoring each day?

Mao Chi doesn't find it troublesome; this is actually a good idea. Regardless of other things, he must absolutely avoid dying young.

Afterward, another thought popped into his mind: maybe a fish bone got stuck in the esophagus and then pierced the aorta, causing an aortic dissection.

This is even more terrifying!

Mao Chi felt the ground getting colder again, and frost began to spread around him.

Damn it, how can everything catch up like this.

"Director, are you feeling better?" Zhou Yisheng asked softly.

"You send the patient back, I'll lie here for a while." Although Mao Chi suspected he had a myocardial infarction or aortic dissection, his consciousness was intact, and he still maintained basic composure.

But this composure is only what Mao Chi thinks; he completely ignored the fact that he was still lying at the entrance of the Operating Room airtight door.

He lay there like an obstacle; could a gurney possibly roll over him?

First attend to Director Mao Chi; just don't let anything major happen in the Operating Room.

Regardless of whether it's needed, regardless of the oxygen saturation being 99%, first hang the oxygen bag. Then one phone call after another is made, the gurney is pushed over, and several people, scrambling, lift Mao Chi onto the gurney.

A team-leading professor from the Vascular Department ran over, took a look at Director Mao's condition, and then felt somewhat relieved.

When the call came in, they still thought Director Mao was done for.

He ran all the way, and upon arrival felt his lungs were on fire. After calming down and looking, the ECG Monitor on Director Mao showed sinus rhythm, completely fine, right?

Is the director hysterical? But the team-leading professor didn't dare say that. Director Mao is now older, rarely gets angry. A few years ago, his temper wasn't good either.

The tempers of these old surgical directors are all bad; in the past, there were patients who would stab, and after taking off the White Coat they could go fight.

"Get an echocardiogram." Mao Chi said softly.

The team-leading professor had some doubts, but couldn't say them; whatever the director says goes, and at this moment he'd rather be bothered than neglect it.

The gurney stopped in the hallway of the Operating Room, not being pushed back directly.

Waiting for the Director of Cardiology, Zhang Lin, to come, she glanced at the ECG, listened to the heart sounds, and only after confirming everything was fine did everyone relax.

"Go straight to CT Shi... right, has the echocardiogram arrived?"

"Director, please wait a moment, soon, soon." The team-leading professor said.

"Director Mao, what disease are you considering?" Director Zhang asked.

"Rule out aortic dissection, first look with an echocardiogram, then not return to the department, bring emergency medication to CT Shi." Mao Chi was like hosting an emergency rescue, hosting his own rescue.

Checking one is also good; at least it puts the mind at ease.

The thoracic Professor Zhang Jiaoshou also came down to Mao Chi's side, waiting quietly.

After more than ten Minute, the bedside echocardiogram machine was pushed over. Coupling agent was applied to the precordial area, and Mao Chi felt his heart's Blood Vessel beginning to constrict, as if it would rupture in the next second.

He turned his head and glanced at the cuff blood pressure: 130/85MMHG, heart rate 82 beats per minute, sinus rhythm, completely fine.

His mood relaxed a bit.

"Director Mao, where do you feel uncomfortable?" the echocardiogram doctor asked.

"Behind the sternum, precordial area."

The probe was pressed down, and an image appeared on the screen.

Just moments ago the hallway was still a bit noisy, but it suddenly fell silent, and Mao Chi suddenly had a bad feeling.

If there's nothing wrong, someone would come over and joke, saying he's making a fuss over nothing; that would be appropriate. What's most feared isn't others laughing at him, but everyone falling silent together.

This kind of silence, Mao Chi is all too familiar with!

Damn, there definitely is something wrong, and it's not just a minor thing!

However, Mao Chi had already prepared; he took a deep breath, first calmed his emotions, then with a very slow motion changed the angle of his head to look at the echocardiogram screen.

After a glance at the screen, Mao Chi almost fainted.

At the edge of the descending aorta, irregular blood flow could be seen; although his knowledge of echocardiography wasn't deep, Mao Chi could still tell that it was — aortic dissection!

"First go to CT Shi, do a plain scan." Mao Chi's voice trembled slightly, but he remained calm.

This is a critical moment; once the aortic dissection ruptures, even in the Operating Room it's damn pointless!

If it ruptures, the person is dead.

Thoracic Zhang Jiaoshou just slipped away, he went to find Zhao Yunlong. This kind of Emergency Rescue still requires someone like Zhao Yunlong who is in the prime of life to handle it.

For the time being, no one was pushing the stretcher; the Blood Vessel Department's Team-leading Professor took out blood pressure lowering medication from the 120 Emergency box, had Director Mao take it orally, to control blood pressure, lest emotional agitation cause Blood Pressure Increase.

Meanwhile, the circulating nurse measured a cuff blood pressure.

160/110 mmHg, blood pressure is Rise!

Seize the time to examine; if there is a problem, directly Shou Bing; doing angiography is too late, it can be done intraoperatively.

Someone started to report this matter to the Medical Department, someone pushed the stretcher.

Mao Chi felt the stretcher moving, his mind also became a bit clearer, he whispered: 'Find Zheng Lao Ban, immediately! Right away!'