Chapter 172 I Want to Contact the Tower!

On the system panel in the upper right corner of Zheng Ren's field of vision, there are a few drops of blood written on the aortic dissecting aneurysm (type I).

Aortic dissecting aneurysm refers to the blood in the aortic lumen entering the aortic media from the tear of the aortic intima, separating the media, and expanding along the long axis of the aorta to form the true and false two-lumen separation state of the aortic wall.

Mainly common in high blood pressure and arteriosclerosis, it is an acute and critical illness with a probability of occurrence in 100,000 to 1 in 200,000.

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

There are millions of people in the city, and dozens of people suffer from the disease every year, so clinicians related to aortic dissecting aneurysm are terrified.

In Haicheng, this disease... has no cure.

As for the provincial capital, surgery for type I aortic dissecting aneurysm has little chance of surviving.

Because this is the largest cardiothoracic surgery outside of a heart transplant, and even a heart transplant is not as complicated as a type I aortic dissecting aneurysm operation.

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

Cui Heming was sweating profusely, a little anxious, and his face was pale, like a fish landing, panting heavily.

"Be quiet, be sure to keep quiet." Zheng Ren said in a deep voice, "Don't be nervous, I'm here."

Cui Heming stretched out his hand and grabbed Zheng Ren tightly, as if the drowning man had grabbed the last straw.

"Miss flight attendant, I'm a doctor, is there a place where I can lie down?" Zheng Ren asked.

When the flight attendant saw Cui Heming's appearance, she was already terrified.

She had never seen a person look so terrifying before, and she had no idea. When Zheng Ren asked, she subconsciously pointed to the first-class cabin in front and said, "The chair on that side can be as flat as possible."

"Please go and prepare, I will appease him, and then go over."

Zheng Ren knew that the most taboo thing about aortic dissecting aneurysm is to sit up or stand up suddenly.

Sudden changes in blood pressure that can lead to a complete tear in the aorta.

And once the aorta is torn... there is no chance of rescue!

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

"You are Dr. Zheng." Cui Heming's lips trembled, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead and temples.

"You don't need to talk, my medical skills are very good, please believe me, okay." Zheng Ren said.

This sentence is just a psychological suggestion. But at times like this, those who can say such things are responsible people.

Cui Heming felt very uncomfortable, but holding Zheng Ren's hand gave him a sense of security in a trance.

The helplessness that night, the praise from the old professor of the Imperial Capital Hospital, the pennant in his hand, and the gratitude from the patients outside the emergency building of the First Hospital of the City are the cornerstones of this sense of security.

He nodded hard.

"Please relax, don't be nervous, I'll carry you to lie down in front of you for a while." Zheng Ren's hand tightly clasped Cui Heming's hand, giving him a sense of security he could trust, and then shouted loudly, "Miss flight attendant, may I ask you? Is there a stretcher?"

"Yes, yes." The flight attendant said quickly.

There are stretchers on the plane, but most people have never seen them.

No one wants to have the chance to see it.

"Su Yun, help!" Zheng Ren's voice was not loud, but he was firm and commanding.

Su Yun didn't take off his headphones until this time and looked back.

He still didn't know what happened, and was a little puzzled. But Zheng Ren's words had a clear meaning of orders, and the aura of the superior doctor was vividly displayed.

Su Yun didn't have time to recognize what happened, and immediately assisted the flight attendant to carry the stretcher to Cui Heming's side.

"Relax, relax, breathe normally, don't take deep breaths." Zheng Ren said softly, as if a psychiatrist was hypnotizing the patient.

Zheng Ren once taught himself a little bit of psychology, and he used it involuntarily at this time.

I just hope that Cui Heming's blood pressure doesn't rise because of nervousness.

Once the aorta is ruptured...

People are finished!

I don't know if Zheng Ren's psychological suggestion had an effect, or whether it had something to do with the infinite charm attribute given by the system task. Cui Heming's breathing gradually became steady, and his face was not so ugly.

Only the intermittent severe pain continued to stimulate him.

A minute later, Zheng Ren judged that Cui Heming's situation was still stable, so he carefully helped him onto the stretcher.

When I came to the first class cabin, the flight attendant had already placed a spare seat as flat as possible.

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

Zheng Ren glanced at the middle-aged man who took the old man with terminal lung cancer on the plane.

"High blood pressure, there are some small problems, it's fine." Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.

When the man saw Cui Heming's state, he immediately came to help.

The blood pressure in the supine position is relatively stable than that in the sitting position, otherwise Zheng Ren wouldn't take a big risk to toss like this.

It's just that the conditions on the plane are indeed limited, and we can only try to make Cui Heming feel more comfortable.

"Is there a sphygmomanometer?" Zheng Ren asked.

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

"I don't look right, what kind of disease do you think it is?" After lifting Cui Heming to the chair and lying down, Zheng Ren was pulled aside by the middle-aged man and asked in a low voice.

"Aortic dissection, type 1." Zheng Ren's lips moved slightly.

The face of the middle-aged man suddenly changed and became serious.

"Who are you?" Zheng Ren asked, staring at the first aid kit he was carrying.

"I'm a doctor in the Department of Thoracic Surgery of the Second Hospital of the Medical University, Xia Hua." Xia Hua stretched out his hand.

Zheng Ren also stretched out his hand, shook him, and said, "The First Hospital of Haicheng City, Zheng Ren. Do you have any medicine there?"

"There are oral antihypertensive drugs, no intravenous pumps and intravenous drugs." Xia Hua was a little embarrassed.

"It's fine if you have it. Beta-blockers and vasodilators should be taken orally at double the dose. Are there any pain relievers?" Zheng Ren did not hesitate to take on the responsibility of directing the rescue.

Xia Hua was stunned for a moment, this tone...it seemed to be the director of his own department.

It seems that Zheng Ren is only in his twenties and less than 30. Where did he get this confidence?

Not to mention that he was on a plane that lacked doctors and medicines, even in the cardiothoracic surgery ward of the Second Hospital of the Medical University, he was not sure that the patient in front of him could be rescued.

This kind of confidence... is really inexplicable.

However, Xia Hua did not speak, but went to the first aid box he was carrying to take out betaloc, nitroglycerin and analgesics. He asked the flight attendant for a bottle of water and gave it to Cui Heming.

"Blood pressure 195/125." Su Yun said in a low voice when he came to Zheng Ren after measuring his blood pressure.

No one made a loud noise, for fear that a certain sentence would stimulate Cui Heming and make his blood pressure continue to soar.

Zheng Ren felt a chill in his heart.

With such a high blood pressure, there is no intravenous drug pumping. With the passage of time, every minute and every second, Cui Heming may die directly.

"Miss flight attendant, I want to contact the control tower." Zheng Ren grabbed the arm of the flight attendant who was going to report the situation to the captain, and said calmly and could not refuse.

Thanks Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding and Shan Yu for the reward.