Chapter 115: The Mentor and Guide from the Past Life

The small ceremony ended quickly, and everyone began the shift change in an orderly manner.

After the shift change, only Zhang Yang, Wu Qinghua, and Wang Chuan remained in the Office.

Zhang Yang punched Wang Chuan on the shoulder: "Wang Chuan, you kid, you only speak half a sentence. After graduation, are you coming to the Emergency Room or not?"

Wu Qinghua laughed and said: "Attending Physician Zhang, don't make things difficult for this kid. After graduation, this kid will become a big Bar Boss. Remember, when Zhang and I go, you must treat us for free."

Wang Chuan smiled slightly, "Of course!"

A creaking sound came as the door was pushed open; Nurse Chang Min called Zhang Yang away to the Surgery Room.

Attending Physician Zhang left one sentence behind: "Wu Qinghua, you stay here and persuade Wang Chuan again."

Wang Chuan and Wu Qinghua exchanged smiles. Wang Chuan said, "No one can predict next year's events. Right now, I just think that as long as I stay in the Hospital for a day, I will do my utmost to save the dying and heal the wounded." First published in this book. Read good books on Tiantian Kan Xiaoshuo, ttkk. tw. Super reliable, providing you with error-free chapters and non-misordered chapter reading experiences.

Wu Qinghua patted his shoulder: "Wang Chuan, you kid, as soon as you open your mouth, you say such high-sounding words. Actually, being a Doctor is also a job. Going to the Bar to be a Boss is also a job; you are just working for yourself."

"Let's go, Doctor Wu, let's go out and take a look. I don't want to work a middle shift without getting a single hands-on opportunity," Wang Chuan suggested.

The two had just arrived at the Emergency Room lobby when they heard the sound of an urgent ambulance outside.

"Go, there's a patient!" Wang Chuan hurriedly called out.

He and Wu Qinghua rushed out of the Emergency Room lobby and heard sharp shouts: "Move aside! Emergency! Quick!"

A transport bed was pushed desperately into the Emergency Room by medical staff and a young man in a suit and leather shoes, his face full of anxiety.

The man on the bed was completely unconscious. He was about forty years old, with messy hair plastered to his forehead, which was dripping with cold sweat.

His expensive dark gray suit jacket was open, and the collar of the white shirt underneath was torn open, exposing his neck.

The most shocking thing was his complexion, a lifeless, ashen gray, with lips presenting a terrifying cyan-purple color.

"Doctor! Save him! President Xue... President Xue he!"

The suit-clad man pushing the bed spoke with a crying voice, his words incoherent.

"What's the situation? When did the illness start?"

Wu Qinghua, who ran over first, asked loudly.

The young man pushing the bed's voice trembled uncontrollably:

"Pres... President Xue suddenly... suddenly said on the car that his chest felt like it was being pressed by a stone, he couldn't breathe, and in a few seconds he... he fainted! Quick! Quick, save him! There was a traffic jam for over ten minutes on the way!"

"Chest pain, sense of impending doom, shock state!" Wang Chuan's heart sank heavily, and he rushed to the bedside second.

His gaze fell immediately on President Xue's face. His head buzzed, making him freeze in place!

That face, twisted in pain, Wang Chuan would never mistake; this was Xue Qiming!

In his past life, Xue Qiming was the interviewer when Wang Chuan first entered the Investment Bank, and also the superior who finally hired him into the Investment Bank.

That superior who always smiled and called him 'Little Wang Doctor'.

Wang Chuan's right hand touched Xue Qiming's right hand.

Ding-dong, 【Clinical Medical Insight】 activated. Above Xue Qiming's head, a label appeared:

【Acute extensive anterior wall Myocardial Infarction, Cardiogenic Shock; Blood Pressure: 70/40 mmHg; Heart Rate: 130 beats/Minute (Ventricular Tachycardia); Blood Oxygen Saturation: 82%; Significant ST-segment elevation (V1-V6 leads)! Impending death state!】

"Myocardial Infarction! Large-area Myocardial Infarction! Cardiogenic Shock! Ventricular Tachycardia!" Wang Chuan made an unquestionable diagnosis.

While shouting, his hands shot out like Lightning, tearing open the shirt buttons on Xue Qiming's chest. Where his hands touched, the skin was cold and slippery.

"Doctor Wu! Quick! Establish intravenous access! Dual lines... prepare Dopamine, Norepinephrine to raise blood pressure! Quick!"

Wu Qinghua was shaken by the momentum and precise judgment Wang Chuan had unleashed.

He was also an experienced Doctor, so he hesitated not at all: "Understood! Chang Min! Quick! Defibrillator! Dopamine, Norepinephrine... draw blood for Myocardial Infarction three items, electrolytes, coagulation! Prepare blood... notify Cardiology for an emergency consultation, prepare the Catheterization Laboratory..."

He issued orders at lightning speed while quickly grabbing a package of indwelling needles and rushing to the bedside to find a vein.

Wang Chuan's hands were already on Xue Qiming's chest, performing standard cardiopulmonary resuscitation compressions.

Every compression was steady and powerful. He knew that every second of delay meant permanent death of myocardial cells, meaning a slim chance of survival for Xue Qiming.

Inside the Emergency Room, various sounds mixed together: the sharp alarm of the monitor, Wu Qinghua's urgent commands, the footsteps of the Nurse running, and Wang Chuan's steady counting of compressions.

As soon as Wu Qinghua established an intravenous line, Wang Chuan's orders followed immediately: "Epinephrine 1mg intravenous push! Quick!"

Wu Qinghua did not question it at all and executed it immediately.

He knew that at this moment, Wang Chuan was once again displaying his medical genius talent.

"Doctor Wu, prepare for Thrombolysis!" While compressing, Wang Chuan stared fixedly at Xue Qiming's bloodless face, his voice low and urgent, "We can't wait for the Catheterization Laboratory! The blood pressure is too low; if the shock state continues, the person will be gone soon. Trust me!"

"Thrombolysis?!" Wu Qinghua's face suddenly changed, and his hand trembled.

Cardiogenic Shock is one of the relative contraindications for Thrombolysis, with an extremely high risk of bleeding!

He looked at the terrifyingly low blood pressure and chaotic heart rhythm on the monitor, and then saw the confidence in Wang Chuan's eyes.

He still suggested: "Wang Chuan, the blood pressure is too low, the bleeding risk of Thrombolysis..."

"I know the risks!" Wang Chuan interrupted him, his tone decisive and firm, "But this is the only opportunity to quickly open the blood vessels and reverse the shock!"

"If we drag it on any longer, there won't even be a chance for Thrombolysis! Hold up the blood pressure with pressor drugs! Quick! Prepare the medicine! Trust my decision; when have I ever judged wrong, Doctor Wu!"

Veins bulged on Wang Chuan's forehead.

He could not let Xue Qiming die here like this, die right before his eyes!

The grace of recognition from his past life, he had never forgotten!

Wu Qinghua gritted his teeth suddenly: "Good! Chang Min! Prepare the medicine! Administer the standard dose, a loading dose intravenous push! Follow with maintenance! Closely monitor vital signs, especially signs of bleeding!"

He ultimately chose to trust this Intern, Wang Chuan, who had created too many miracles.

The medicine was quickly prepared. As the clear, colorless to slightly yellowish liquid was slowly pushed into Xue Qiming's vein, the atmosphere in the Rescue Room became extremely heavy.

Everyone's gaze was fixed tightly on the monitor and the patient's reaction.

Time ticked away minute by minute; every second felt as long as a century.

Suddenly!

"Ventricular Fibrillation!!"

The monitor's piercing beep turned into a continuous shriek.

On the screen, the originally chaotic ventricular tachycardia waveform instantly became a completely irregular sawtooth wave!

"Defibrillator! 200 joules..." Wang Chuan roared.

Wu Qinghua and Chang Min, working in perfect sync, swiftly pressed the electrode pads onto Xue Qiming's bare chest.

"Everyone clear! Shock!"

"Boom!" Xue Qiming's body jerked violently.

The sawtooth wave on the monitor screen vanished briefly, only to stubbornly reappear.

"Still ventricular fibrillation! 360 joules! Ready! Shock!"

"Boom!" Another powerful shock followed.

This time, the sawtooth wave on the screen struggled a few moments before finally transforming into the reassuring sinus rhythm!

Although the heart rate remained rapid and the blood pressure still low, it was no longer that fatal chaos!