Chapter 186 The team under the street lamp
"Professor Luo, the blood bank is out of blood." The ICU resident manager said helplessly.
Luo Hao let out a long sigh.
With the current inventory of blood banks, tens of thousands of milliliters of blood products are simply out of reach.
There is nothing we can do about this, it is expected.
After taking a look at the patient, Luo Hao picked up his phone and walked out of the ICU ward.
[A patient with amniotic fluid embolism needs a large amount of blood, type b rh+. 】
Luo Hao left a message in the group.
【Amniotic fluid embolism? Teacher, did our affiliated hospital rescue a woman with amniotic fluid embolism? 】
A message will be replied in seconds.
Luo Hao was impressed by the students' hand speed and their attention to group messages.
Unlike me, they close the group messages immediately after establishing the group.
[Yes, the operation is over now and the patient is in the ICU. The 12,500 ml of blood products in stock at the downtown blood bank can last another 8-10 hours. Has anyone signed up to donate blood? 】
Luo Hao asked.
【Teacher, where are you? 】
[Teacher, are you going to the downtown blood bank to donate blood? Let's go. 】
【Teacher, count me in. 】
Countless messages poured out at once.
[Wait a minute, don’t go directly to the blood bank in the city center, I’ll contact you. 】
Luo Hao took a deep breath, smiled and called Feng Zixuan.
"Director Feng, I contacted the students at the Medical University. Some students want to donate blood." Luo Hao directly explained his purpose.
“Ah!” Feng Zixuan let out a low exclamation.
"What's wrong, Director Feng?"
"I'm very worried. Every year, people are forced to donate blood. Students? How many are there?"
"Me too. Don’t know.”
"Okay, I'll contact the blood bank in the city center and drive the blood donation truck to the Medical University. Don't bother the students." Feng Zixuan said, "How long will the blood be enough to last?"
"8-10 hours, blood bank It will take some time to separate the whole blood, so try to do it as early as possible," Luo Hao explained, "Although the boss treated me promptly, I estimate that the patient still needs at least 20,000 ml of blood."
"Will you donate blood in the evening? There are few people?" Feng Zixuan was a little worried.
"Let's go first tonight. If it's not enough, we'll talk about the rest tomorrow."
The two discussed for a while, and Feng Zixuan hung up the phone.
Medical university?
As soon as Luo Hao started teaching, he was able to "persuade" students from the medical university to donate blood collectively?
Today’s young people are so arrogant that they clamor for post-00s to rectify the workplace. And as the Internet becomes more and more developed, many things cannot be hidden at all, such as the truth about blood donation.
There is no way to fool people into donating blood with future pie.
Feng Zixuan was worried about this matter, but a "pie" fell from the sky.
After contacting Dean Jin, Feng Zixuan gave Luo Hao's opinion concisely.
"Okay, I told the director of the blood bank that we will do it overnight." Dean Jin agreed, "I will report to Dean Zhuang. You wait for me and we will go to the Medical University together."
After all, the stakes are high and all cooperation is under the will of the country. No one is slacking off at all.
After hanging up the phone, Feng Zixuan did not go directly to Jin Rongcan. Instead, he sat at the table and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
As the contact becomes deeper and deeper, Feng Zixuan's judgment on Luo Hao is constantly changing.
Luo Hao is indeed young, but he can always create miracles inadvertently.
Yes, it’s a miracle!
For example, the mother in front of me has amniotic fluid embolism.
For example, after a week of classes, you can contact college students to donate blood.
For example, let the former director of the National Natural Science Foundation of China come to see him.
Feng Zixuan felt a little emotional. This mother was so lucky that she met the boss of the National Natural Science Foundation of China to inspect Luo Hao, and Mr. Chai also came to "take a look".
So that’s what happened next.
Without them, the bleeding would probably still be stopped on the operating table, and the operating room would be a mess. Eventually, the blood bank in the city center would be depleted, and the rescue would be declared a failure.
When Feng Zixuan thought of the mother dying on the operating table and the cumbersome accountability procedures that followed, Feng Zixuan's head turned into two heads.
But there is no way to avoid amniotic fluid embolism. Every step of the medical process is a big pit, one foot deep and the other shallow.
Ronaldinho was good and helped him again. He hoped that the mother could survive with Ronaldinho's luck without leaving any sequelae.
Feng Zixuan has seen countless similar cases, and it is not uncommon for him to do whatever it takes to delay the case for 42 days.
Generally speaking, amniotic fluid embolism has a nickname - the devil's draw.
The origin of this nickname is unknown, but it is thought that it was brought back from abroad.
No matter how developed the medical system is, countries still have splitting headaches when faced with amniotic fluid embolism, and even the pathogenesis is not fully understood.
Ronaldinho, Lao Chai.
Feng Zixuan thought of these two words, and a smile appeared on his stiff face.
With the timely rescue of the two of them, there was a slight turn for the better.
Feng Zixuan has never smiled since Mr. Chai started performing chest cardiac compressions.
There is a 50%, 80% possibility. With Ronaldinho and Lao Chai here, everything will be fine.
Feng Zixuan stood up and strode out of the office.
After standing in the hall and waiting for a while, Dean Zhuang and Dean Jin came down together.
Along with him is Zhuang Yan.
Feng Zixuan ignored Zhuang Yan or said hello, but began to report the patient's condition.
Because of the timely rescue, Chai Lao's chest cardiac compressions were almost at the same time as the patient's cardiac arrest, and the uterus was removed within 5 minutes to remove allergens, so the patient's current situation is relatively optimistic.
But this is only slightly optimistic. No one can guarantee that he will survive.
The trouble now is that the blood bank in the city center does not have enough blood.
"Go and have a look." Dean Zhuang said, "You can take whatever you have. If we can't organize employees with the same blood type in the hospital to donate blood tomorrow. If it's not enough..."
"I'll go. Contact." Dean Jin continued.
Zhuang Yan silently followed a few people, and she could feel a murderous atmosphere.
Get in the car and come to the Medical University.
It was late at night, but dozens of young people gathered at the school gate.
Someone has a mobile phone in his hand and should be adding points.
Some people were whispering to each other, and hearty smiles came from time to time.
Huh?
So many people?
Feng Zixuan was stunned.
He thought Professor Luo Haodang had taught a few classes and the students were afraid of being put in small shoes, so some timid classmates were coerced into donating blood.
There were at most a dozen people, including the guys who were "coerced and lured" by Luo Hao.
But before Luo Hao arrived, dozens of people gathered at the school gate waiting for the blood donation van.
Their expressions were very relaxed, with no forced emotions such as anger or annoyance.
Not far away, there was a young figure walking over.
It’s just that the figures in the distance are walking a little slowly, as if they are searching, not sure where they are.
Are all students so easy to deceive? Feng Zixuan thought to himself.
Although he felt that it was a bit dark to think so, so many students seemed to be bewitched, which seemed a bit intrusive.
"Are these students recruited by Xiao Luo?" Dean Jin was also stunned and asked.
"It should be."
"Finding a medical university is the last step. The school leaders are not easy to communicate with. I didn't expect Ronaldinho to be half a step ahead." Dean Zhuang said thoughtfully.
The car did not enter the gate of the Medical University and was parked on the opposite side of the road.
Soon the sign 307 arrived.
Luo Hao got off the car and walked to the group of students.
In the distance, the streetlights shone on the students and Luo Hao, giving off a milky white halo, like holy angels.
Feng Zixuan wanted to hear what Luo Hao said, but he hesitated and sat in the car.
He just watched from a distance, Luo Hao's energetic and young students blended together, so harmoniously.
Luo Hao kept talking while maintaining order.
Luo Hao, who usually rarely talks, had countless topics to talk about with his classmates at this moment. From time to time, he could see his classmates laughing, relaxed and happy.
The atmosphere is different from what everyone thinks.
Whether it is Dean Zhuang, Dean Jin, or Feng Zixuan, they can imagine how much trouble there will be once an administrative order is issued for people to donate blood.
But these troubles seem to have nothing to do with Luo Hao.
Soon the blood donation truck arrived. Luo Hao organized a queue, took samples, left his name and contact information and checked them one by one.
The students took blood tests one by one. Luo Hao held paper and pen in his hand and checked with the information on the computer.
Three checks and seven pairs is a fine tradition, and Luo Hao seems to have obsessive-compulsive disorder, so this scene happened.
The students who finished the blood test did not leave. The emergency blood type test only takes ten minutes.
The figures in the distance quickened their pace after seeing the blood collection vehicle, rushing towards the blood collection vehicle at the school gate.
They are not crowded, but line up automatically and consciously.
The quality of college students is fully demonstrated at this moment.
Soon, Luo Hao took the paper, checked it with the results on the computer, and called on classmates with the same blood type to draw blood.
Students with different blood types looked depressed and left angrily.
Everything is in order.
Feng Zixuan watched all this silently.
Young people are the hope of the future. The orderliness and orderliness in front of him gave Feng Zixuan an inexplicable throbbing in his heart.
Not long after, a young man seemed to have a dispute with Luo Hao.
He had just finished drawing blood, put his hand on his elbow, and was talking to Luo Hao with a little excitement.
Feng Zixuan's heart moved, he opened the door and got out of the car.
"Teacher, I am in good health and captain of the basketball team! No problem donating 400!"
"Hurry back and rest." Luo Hao said, "200 is a lot, I don't need your 200 blood."
"Teacher!"
"Old ass teacher, get out of here Go." Luo Hao smiled and raised his foot to kick him, "There are so many people, and it's not time to give you 400 or 600. If it's not enough, I will definitely take you to the hospital to donate blood."
"Teacher, be sure to call me if you need anything!"
"I know, go back to bed quickly. If you can't sleep, go to the King Ranking. I'm busy." Luo Hao patted the young man The man's shoulders drove him away.
Uh...
Feng Zixuan didn't know how to describe his feelings.
Luo Hao seemed to be confident, but the young student didn't know Luo Hao very well, but he was called to donate blood through his WeChat message.
200ml is not enough, I have to donate 400ml.
"Hey, go back and look at the messages in the click group!" Luo Hao suddenly turned around and said to the young student.
"I know, teacher."
The young student pressed his hand on the vein of his elbow and skipped away.
Two lines of teams moved forward slowly. No one was impatient and no one complained.
Although the team is not very neat, it is full of solemnity. Under the street lights at night, the young figures seem to be countless hopes, lighting up the future.
"Alas." Feng Zixuan sighed deeply. The team has spread for hundreds of meters, and the youthful faces are so dazzling.
I don’t know why, but the weird feeling in Feng Zixuan’s heart is getting stronger and stronger, like a weed.
Looking at the faces of the young students, he finally understood what it meant to be greasy in middle age.
Think too much and not be direct enough.
But Luo Hao was very relaxed. It is estimated that Luo Hao didn't weigh too many interests at all. He just said hello in the group and said that he was treating illnesses and saving people.
So the students all came.
It’s really simple, clean and transparent.
Feng Zixuan turned back to the car.
"Professor Luo has such great prestige in the Medical University? He seems to have only lectured for less than a week." Dean Jin asked in surprise.
"Who knows, let's go." Dean Zhuang said lightly.
"You guys go first, I'll take a blood type test." Zhuang Yan jumped out of the car and ran towards the end of the line.
Dean Zhuang was startled for a moment, but said nothing and waved his hand.
The driver drove and left the Medical University.
"Senior brother!" Zhuang Yan ran to Luo Hao with a smile and said hello, and then quickly went to line up.
Luo Hao smiled and continued to call students with the same blood type to donate blood.
It’s 200ml per person. It’s not okay to think about more. Luo Hao is very determined.
But there were so many people. A few hours later, it was late at night, and Luo Hao finally finished his work.
"Senior brother, where did you find so many people?" Zhuang Yan asked.
"Just say hello to the group." Luo Hao replied.
With that said, Luo Hao turned around and came to the side of the sign 307, sat carelessly on the floor, took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth.
This time he didn't just hold it in his mouth, but took out a lighter and lit the cigarette.
The words Xiehe Men's Department were particularly dazzling in the firelight.
"Senior brother, are you tired?"
"Well, emergency first aid, the adrenaline I secrete is almost 10mg." Luo Hao took a puff of cigarette, his whole body was soothed, and he looked up The sky is dark.
"Brother, the patient should be fine."
"Get rid of it." Luo Hao said, "There will definitely be no problem."
Zhuang Yan did not expect Luo Hao to be so confident.
"The boss will take action personally. Even if there is a problem, there will definitely be no problem." Luo Hao said firmly.
Zhuang Yan did not understand the internal logic, shook her head, and her ponytail swayed.
“Why don’t you go home?”
"Donate blood. When I saw so many people lining up, I suddenly had a short-circuit."
"Are you coming with your dad and Director Feng to take a look at the situation?" The corners of Luo Hao's mouth raised slightly.
"Well, they didn't get out of the car. They took one look and left."
Luo Hao didn't continue to speak. After smoking a cigarette, he stood up and patted his butt.
“Let’s take you home.”
After getting in the car, Zhuang Yan asked, "Brother, how did Mr. Chai discover the amniotic fluid embolism?"
Zhuang Yan was most interested in this.
"One time, I went to do ward rounds, and I was still a trainee at that time." Luo Hao did not answer Zhuang Yan's question directly, but changed the subject, "The patient was snoring, and I felt something was wrong."< br>
“???”
“I approached the patient, smelled it hard, and smelled of rotten apples.”
"Fuck!" Zhuang Yan cursed, ketoacidosis? !
Rotten apple smell is the most typical and easiest to detect external sign of ketoacidosis.
Although Zhuang Yan has never seen it with her own eyes, she knows exactly what the smell of rotten apple means.
"I immediately ran back to the doctor's office and reported the situation to the hospital manager on duty. My boss happened to be there that day, so he stopped me and asked me with a smile - Dr. Luo, what's the patient's blood sugar level when he was admitted?"
"???" Zhuang Yan was filled with confusion.
"I didn't know that when I first arrived at the clinic, I was really blind." Luo Hao sneered, "The boss said that the patient's fasting blood sugar was 3.9, which was completely fine.
I insisted at the time that it smelled like rotten apples. , the boss told me that he saw a fruit basket under the bed. The apples in it must be rotten! "
"The boss didn't discipline me. , but told me that observation must be sharp and no details can be omitted. I am doing well, but I am still a little bit behind." "Is observation sharp?" Zhuang Yan murmured to herself.
"Actually, some things are not that complicated. When the smell of rotten apples appears in front of you, you must first check whether there are rotten apples. Don't think too much." Luo Hao smiled.
“The monitor alarms. There is a high possibility that there is a problem with the electrode membrane leads, but it is more likely that something is wrong with the patient. This is the most direct.”
“The ECG at that time The monitoring system screams, a mother has a caesarean section, and the ECG monitor alarms. It must be due to various unexpected situations. If the heart rate rises and the blood oxygen drops suddenly, then the problem is more obvious.”
"The boss just faced the reality, simple, rough and direct. Just like a rotten apple in the fruit basket."
Zhuang Yan was stunned.
She didn't expect that Luo Hao actually explained the truth to her.
"Brother, is there anything interesting going on in the hospital?" Zhuang Yan thought the rotten apple plot was interesting, so she asked.
“Let’s talk about girls, do you have dysmenorrhea?”
“Driving? Senior brother, you drive too?! You usually look serious!” Zhuang Yan was surprised.
“I’m asking you about something serious. How can I not be serious?”
"I can't, but my best friend can." Zhuang Yan was dubious.
"Many people take ibuprofen during menstrual cramps. Let me test you, what is the physical mechanism of ibuprofen?"
"..."
Previous second While still on the way to Qiu Mingshan, she returned to the broad road of medicine in the next second, and Zhuang Yan was dumped in all kinds of ways.
She shook her head.
"I just said that your foundation is weak and you still talk to me." Luo Hao smiled, "Ibuprofen is a non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drug. It has antipyretic and analgesic effects. It can inhibit the synthesis of prostaglandins and achieve the effect of treating diseases. Effect."
"Ah."
"Do women have prostates? What organ secretes prostaglandins?"
It turns out that it is still the way to Qiu Mingshan.
“It’s the uterus.”
"Well, the endometrium secretes prostaglandins." Luo Hao laughed, "Isn't it funny?"
Zhuang Yan grinned and sneered, "Brother, this joke is very cold."
"Then Let me tell you a story about an anesthetist who was stupid. If you go to the clinic, don’t do something so stupid.”
“Brother, please wake up.” What do patients say when they are sick?" Luo Hao asked.
"Hey hey hey, what's your name!" Zhuang Yan replied.
“Yes, one day a regular training student was so frightened that she cried. She woke up the patient and asked—Hey, hey, hey, what’s my name!”
“We were busy at the time, He didn't listen to what she said. A few seconds later, the trained doctor cried and called the teacher, something happened."
"..."
"How did the patient know her name? He was stunned. At that time, Dr. Guipei felt that there must be a big problem with the anesthesia awakening, and because he was still timid, he was scared to tears. ”
Luo Hao said with a smile.
“You are so cowardly.”
While the two were chatting, Luo Hao sent Zhuang Yan home and went directly back to the hospital.
After taking a bath, I entered the ICU refreshed.
With the blood source, Luo Hao is confident, and the mother should have no problems.
In the past, the boss performed almost seamless chest cardiac compressions, and in the second, I completed the hysterectomy in 3 minutes. The critical care team and the ecmo team of the First Hospital of the Medical University worked together, and students from the Medical University donated blood.
If he still couldn't survive this, Luo Hao would feel it was too much.
Mr. Chai is not in a hurry to leave. He comes to the ICU to sit for an hour every day. Luo Hao knows that he is waiting for the patient to be out of danger.
3 days later.
The patient is completely out of danger.
23800ml of blood was transfused before and after.
This is relatively rare among patients who have been rescued from amniotic fluid embolism.
"Thank you, boss." Luo Hao finally saw a smile on his face.
"Hey." Mr. Chai said proudly, "I'll come back if nothing happens."
"Wait a minute, boss!" Luo Hao quickly called Mr. Chai.
"Huh?"
"The students knew that you were the one who made the initial diagnosis and subsequently rescued me, so they all donated blood enthusiastically. You attended half of the class?" Luo Hao asked tentatively.
"We are in class, and I thought you were going to take me fishing. Fishing is not good, I am not very good at it, and I will get angry from shame." Boss Chai said with a smile.
"What about booking an afternoon session?"
"It doesn't matter, I haven't given a lecture in a long time."
"You just need to stand on the stage and let the classmates take a look. Otherwise, if you throw the textbook away, Xiao Qian's textbook will be impossible to read! Yes, just say this."
"Xiao Qian Okay, let me tell him what he is doing." Mr. Chai put his hands behind his back and narrowed his eyes.
Luo Hao knew that the patient was fine and his boss was in a good mood, so he contacted the Medical University.
Chai Lao is going to show up in the open class!
This news made the Medical University tremble.
Mr. Chai didn't even attend Xiehe's classes. The last student he took personally was Luo Hao, who is now a professor at the Medical University.
......
"Old Fan, save me some seats in the open class at 10 am. The deputy deans and I are going." Dean Zhuang called Principal Fan. in the mobile phone.
There was no hearty laughter from the other side of the phone.
Dean Zhuang was stunned, frowning, and confused.
It is said that Mr. Fang came to "inspect" this time and happened to save a patient with amniotic fluid embolism. The whole team worked together, and the First Hospital of the Medical University collaborated with the Medical University to carry out a series of operations, rescue, ECMO, and blood donation to bring the mother back.
This perfect rescue can blow everyone away for thirty years!
At least thirty years! !
Even if you enter the coffin and go down below, you can have a few words with the bull-headed horse-faced person.
Finally, Mr. Chai wants to meet the students. He will give a class or half a class. He will probably show up to express his gratitude to the students and say a few words of encouragement.
This kind of happy ending is something everyone likes to see.
Why doesn’t Principal Fan speak?
"Old Fan? What are you thinking about?" Dean Zhuang was not unhappy, but a little confused.
“Professor Luo won’t give me a position.”
“What?!”
"I originally reserved the first two rows, and the leaders of the medical university and the associate hospital came to support Mr. Chai. At the end, we all took a group photo, how wonderful you say!"
"Yes." Dean Zhuang said in his heart He moved slightly, what was Luo Hao doing?
“Call Professor Luo Haolo, he said there is no room, we can wait until the class is over to take a photo.”
“!!!”
(End of this chapter )