Chapter 1270 【1270】Do Heart Compressions
These scenarios can only be seen most clearly by clinical medical staff.
So the doctor is afraid to say that the students and teachers in your school have made mistakes. The students and teachers of the school cannot make an accurate diagnosis like a doctor without medical knowledge, and they don't know whether the patient's condition should wait for an ambulance.
Ordinary people should know that an ambulance is not a panacea, and an ambulance is not an operating room, and the first aid items and medicines it can carry are extremely limited. The reason why modern medicine can save more and more lives is positively related to the development of tools to assist doctors in saving lives. The more magic weapons a doctor has to save people, the more people he can save.
"Didn't he just live? When we arrived, I could hear a voice coming from his throat." The female teacher couldn't believe it, and asked the doctor again.
It's normal for non-doctors to understand. Xin Yanjun told the teacher that it was the sound of sputum from the student patient. In fact, it is the last life signal sent by a large-scale infarction of the heart. The body was convulsed violently by the heart pain at the end of life, and the sputum rolled.
"Give him heart compressions!"
Did it, but, to no avail. This is ischemic necrosis of cardiomyocytes, not sudden cardiac arrest caused by various arrhythmias. It is impossible to press the dead cardiomyocytes alive by cardiac compression.
Therefore, modern medicine requires that as long as patients with signs of acute myocardial infarction must open a green channel for surgical rescue in the hospital as soon as possible. It is equivalent to saying that as soon as the patient has symptoms of chest pain and suffocation, he should be sent to the hospital immediately instead of waiting for the doctor where he is. Patients with myocardial infarction must strive to be sent to the hospital for thrombolytic therapy, interventional surgery, or bypass before large-scale necrosis of the heart, and must not wait until large-scale infarction occurs. At that time, no medicine or surgery was of any use.
After listening to the doctor's words, the female teacher gasped, feeling as if she was going to die just like the students. Xin Yanjun quickly helped her to sit down.
The students present were suddenly aware of the approaching death. There was panic in the young pair of eyes, and there was no discussion at this time, and everyone was at a loss. Weeping sounded in the gymnasium.
A female voice suddenly appeared at the entrance of the gymnasium: "Son, Binbin—"
It was the boy's mother who arrived.
The scene immediately fell into the extreme chaos of entanglement between family members, schools and doctors.
"Help my son, doctor!" The family member grabbed the doctor's white coat, knelt down and begged, "My son is usually healthy, but he greeted me when he came to school this morning.
Whether it is a doctor or a teacher, the family members of this kind of students are most afraid of them. Students are of the same age, and there are only a few years left for adults to raise them to adulthood. This ending is too cruel for a mother who has raised her child to this age. It is equivalent to raising a flower until it blooms and bears fruit, and then suddenly sees it die. The pain is unacceptable.
The doctor didn't know what to say.
"Teacher!" Seeing that the doctor didn't answer, the family members turned their heads and yelled at the teachers at the school, "What happened to my son at school? Who caused him to be like this? Why did you call him at this time?" Call me?"
The school teachers and other students were held accountable by their family members on the spot, and there could only be a dead silence. Some students held back their grievances and wanted to say: Nothing. He poured it himself and has nothing to do with us.
The teachers were collectively silent and signaled to other students not to speak.