Chapter 1588: Slow-off

Zhang You are rescuing, while the others are busy.

After briefly asking about the situation, Director Han found it very difficult.

He didn't care about Dean Chen. Director Han knew that Dean Chen had already lost his mind and belonged to the most ordinary and helpless family of the patient.

President Chen's fainting was only transient, and the focus of the contradiction was on President Chen's son.

Director Han glanced at Zhang You, and saw that Zhang You had a blank expression on his face and was doing heart-pressing outside his chest with a blank expression. He also knew the confusion in his heart.

Alas, Professor Zhou Congwen and Zhou were not here and had no support when encountering difficult problems. Director Han sighed deeply in his heart.

He frowned and thought carefully, but did not command the rescue.

It’s not that Director Han doesn’t know how to perform. If he performs, he can be named a national first-class actor. But now what he wants is not a performance that wins the ground with his head, but what he needs is to solve the problem.

The person is still there, although Zhang You can’t help, it doesn’t mean that Professor Zhou has no choice.

Director Han walked out of the rescue room and immediately took out his cell phone and skillfully pressed Zhou Congwen's phone number next time.

"Professor Zhou, I've encountered something."

When the phone was connected, Director Han didn't care whether Zhou Congwen was busy or not, and directly explained the seriousness of the matter.

"Don't worry, just talk about it slowly." Zhou Congwen said.

"Director Chen's son suddenly had a cardiac arrest at home early this morning. After rescue, he was temporarily rescued. Now he is in cardiothoracic surgery. He has had cardiac arrest 4 or 5 times. Although he can press it back every time, he stopped beating again not long after."

Director Han described the incident in as concise as possible.

"How about the heart auscultation."

"It's said it's okay."

"Look for Teng Fei to see if the specific situation is suitable for getting a pacemaker." Zhou Congwen said firmly, "Stand on, I'll buy a ticket now."

"Professor Zhou, can it be too late?" Director Han asked cautiously.

"I don't know the specific situation, so we can communicate at any time." Zhou Congwen said, "If you can be sure that the heart beats normally and suddenly stops beating, you can basically use a pacemaker."

"Try to keep it until I go back." Zhou Congwen said firmly.

"good!"

After hanging up the phone, Director Han felt a little confident.

Professor Zhou Congwen and Zhou... It would be great if he didn't leave. Now he was on the scene, so he wouldn't be so scared, Director Han thought to himself.

However, the pool of the Second Hospital of Medical University is too small to pretend to be the true god Zhou Congwen.

But no matter what, Professor Zhou Congwen and Zhou are really particular. As soon as he said the beginning, he said without hesitation that he would come back.

Thinking of this, Director Han felt warm and moved.

Most people in society only know how to say something big, and they will run away when they really need it. Who will help you in time?

Even if it's icing on the cake, it depends on the person.

But Professor Zhou is different. Even if he has gone to 912, he is still the same, just like he is working in thoracic surgery now and can reach it in just a few steps.

It must be Professor Zhou. Director Han was moved for a moment. He knew that what Professor Zhou needed to come back was time, and what he could do was to extend the time as much as possible.

Director Han immediately convened a consultation for the whole hospital to evaluate the situation of President Chen’s son and see if he could get a pacemaker.

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Zhou Congwen felt strange after receiving the call. Several situations flashed into his mind, but he didn't see the patient, so he couldn't determine which kind of diagnosis it was.

And the fucking thing is that this is an emergency first aid, but I have to fly back to the provincial capital from the imperial capital.

It depends on whether the patient can survive for a few or more hours.

Although he was struggling and had little hope, Zhou Congwen did not delay and contacted the scalper to buy tickets as soon as possible.

In 2004, there were no online ticket bookings, and there were air tickets everywhere in the imperial capital, and small doors with discounted train tickets.

Zhou Congwen came to the imperial capital for some days and often went out to fly his sword, so he naturally had a scalper who he was familiar with.

He said hello to the boss and said that he had something urgent to go back to the provincial capital. Zhou Congwen received a call from the scalper, and the latest flight took off in 2 hours.

When asked the scalper to deliver the air ticket to the airport, Zhou Congwen hurried over without even having time to prepare his suitcase.

After getting the ticket, the security check was checked, and the waiting hall was completed in one go, just in time to catch up with the plane.

Zhou Congwen felt a little comforted. The journey was smooth and Dean Chen’s son should not be a big problem.

This is a very idealistic idea, but Zhou Congwen saw that he had become more and more dead, so he would gradually think so.

There are signs of people who should not die.

At least you have to think like this, it is better to have hope than despair.

I contacted Director Han and said that after consultation by Teng Fei, Zhang You and other expert groups, I was giving a pacemaker to Dean Chen's son.

With pacemaker protection, Zhou Congwen believes that the patient should be fine for the time being.

Zhou Congwen got on the plane and wondered what was going on with Dean Chen’s son.

The problem is that Dean Chen's son is less than 30 years old and is not an elderly person. Frequent cardiac arrest is rare.

Zhou Congwen's first idea was ion channel disease, but this disease has a certain probability of being inherited. I haven't heard of Dean Chen's cardiac arrest at any time, so Zhou Congwen did not finalize that it was this disease.

There are other possibilities, but before seeing the patient, it was just a possibility.

After getting off the plane and walking out of the airport, Zhou Congwen saw Director Han greeting him with a serious look on his face.

Zhou Congwen opened his arms and bent down to hug Director Han. Director Han's body was not as soft as a meat ball at all, and was a little stiff. It was obvious that he had been in a stressed state for a long time, which caused muscle stiffness.

"Long time no see." Zhou Congwen greeted briefly.

"Professor Zhou, thank you." Director Han did not have the joy of reunion of his old friends. He was polite with a serious expression and immediately said, "After getting off the temporary pacemaker, President Chen's son's condition improved slightly. At least it was not that scary. He stopped as soon as he said he could."

"What else?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"Transthoracic and transesophageal cardiac ultrasound, the director of the B-ultrasound room did not find any changes in cardiac pathology, which ruled out cardiac arrest caused by heart lesions."

While leaving, Zhou Congwen quietly listened to Director Han’s “report” to the patient’s condition.

eccentric.

Many diagnoses on the way were "negated" by Director Han. They were not tumors, ion channel diseases, and not bad things in the heart itself.

The more Zhou Congwen heard, his brows became tighter and tighter. This was really a rare thing.

"Professor Zhou, what did you think about it?" Director Han asked carefully.

He was a little nervous, hoping that Professor Zhou Congwen and Zhou would speak, but he was worried that Professor Zhou would say something unlucky.

After all, Professor Zhou is the last line of defense. If he can't do anything, his hope will be broken.

"have no idea."
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