"It should be no problem. You need to do a test to see how the installed instruments work. Uncle Wu, don't worry." Yuan Qingyao introduced the person to the patient. The patient did not expect that the old man wearing a military coat was actually the top doctor in the cardiothoracic surgery industry in China.

He wanted to say hello, but was stopped by Zhou Congwen.

It doesn’t matter if you say hello or something. Next, you have to test whether the boss’s small black box is useful or not. Zhou Congwen is also a little nervous.

The little black box should have appeared 15 years later, when the boss had passed away.

But when he was reborn in this life, even the little black box had been out for more than ten years. Zhou Congwen was a little worried that the current technology could not be perfect.

Prepare for emergency treatment, Zhou Congwen moved a table and asked the patient to stand up with his back to the ground.

"There are people who follow me later, so you don't feel confident that you will fall." Zhou Congwen reminded, "This test is to make you nervous."

The patient scratched his head and looked at Zhou Congwen for no reason.

"The possibility of ventricular fibrillation in a nervous situation has increased greatly. We can test whether the small black box is useful." Zhou Congwen explained.

"Can I fly the plane after I finish it?" The patient was thinking about flying the plane.

"Yes, but it's not recommended. But are you not caught flying the plane?" Zhou Congwen tried to calm the patient's mood before being nervous and started chatting.

The steeper the tension at that moment, the better the effect.

"It flew low, and the radar could not detect it. And I had contracted a little bit of ground, and when I was caught, I said it was pesticides or something. It's okay." The patient grinned.

Zhou Congwen knew it was not that simple. This was an airplane and the control was very strict. However, he didn't care much about what was behind it.

"You really have deep love." Zhou Congwen praised.

"I can't say love. When I was young, I wanted to be a fighter pilot. Later, I was not admitted and had to go to business. With some money, I was thinking about realizing my dreams. Isn't I interested in clubs or something? Is it fun for young models to have planes? You said yes, big brother."

"Hahaha." Zhou Congwen laughed.

Indeed, the young model in the club did not have any interesting surgery. If I were reborn and won 80 million and became addicted to the young model in the club, I would probably have been hollowed out now.

Arranged the patient to stand up, and he scratched his head, "I won't fall."

"Try not to." Zhou Congwen said it very vaguely.

Although the patient had thought that this height was nothing to him, the feeling of facing the ground and facing the ground was completely different, and he was already a little nervous.

The heart rate value on ECG monitoring is increasing, and has increased from 68 times/min to 82 times/min.

"You guys pick me up. If you fall to the back of your head, you won't have to worry about my life." The patient reminded him with some concern.

Heart rate 86 beats per minute.

"Try to do so, your weight is a little overweight, heavier than I expected." Zhou Congwen said with a smile.

Heart rate 91 times per minute.

"Or let it go." The patient hesitated a little.

"It's okay, it's great, it's not that easy to die. Besides, there are so many doctors here, it's impossible for you to get into trouble." Zhou Congwen said "comfortably".

Heart rate 95 beats per minute.

Yuan Qingyao smiled bitterly, what is Brother Zhou doing?

He also knew that the more nervous he was, the better the effect would be when he fell down. But communicate with the patient in this way... Forget it, with himself, Yuan Qingyao thought.

When the patient's heart rate reached 110 beats per minute, Zhou Congwen urged him repeatedly.

The patient hesitated between reality and the dream of flying a plane, chose for a few seconds, leaned back without hesitation, and fell from a high altitude.

Although the height is not very high, the eyes cannot see it. There may be an unknown cliff behind me. The patient's heart rate has risen to 120 times per minute without hesitation.

Huang Lao and Zhou Congwen stared at the electrocardiogram on the electrocardiogram. The electrocardiogram machine next to him also turned on, and began to print the patient's real-time electrocardiogram.

There is no way to do this in 2002.

The moment the patient fell, the electrocardiogram of the original sinus rhythm suddenly changed slightly, with a slight change. The ST segment was elevated, as if a plateau was squeezed out after being squeezed by the movement and squeezed of the earth's crust.

There seems to be some force suppression in the dark, and the ST segment elevation shown on the electrocardiogram.

The patient was caught by the doctors arranged by Zhou Congwen. He was completely unaware of what was going on and the man had fainted.

Zhou Congwen raised his right hand and walked over quickly to let someone put the patient flat on the ground.

Ventria fibrillation!

coma!

This is the moment to capture.

Zhou Congwen did not do external heart compression as soon as possible. He knelt on the left side of the patient's body, his hands pressed 1/3 of the lower section of the patient's sternum stem, but did not use force, but turned his head to look at the electrocardiogram monitoring.

Zhou Congwen silently counted down his mind. The little black box received the signal, and it took time to reverse the heart rate from confirmation to discharge.

But the patient cannot be ischemia for too long, so he only gives himself 10 seconds.

10…

The ST segment is elevated, the Q-T wave disappears, and there are varying sizes.

9…

A fine wave ventricular fibrillation with a waveform of 0.5 millivolts has been shown.

8…

The heart rate is 180 beats per minute, the room speed is obvious, and the heart is beating randomly.

7...

The ventricular muscles contract rapidly and weakly or tremble incoordinately, and the heart has no blood discharge.

6...

Heart rate 220 beats per minute!

5…

4…

3…

2…

Zhou Congwen did not move. He knelt beside the patient in a very standard posture, pressing his hands on the sternum stem with his weak hands, ready to press his heart outside the chest anytime and anywhere.

Yuan Qingyao was holding the defibrillator, and he was staring at the monitor intently, his hands began to tremble.

1…

Zhou Congwen was ready to press hard with both hands. Just as the last second came, the alarm sound of electrocardiogram monitoring suddenly changed slightly.

It seemed as if there was a kind of force in the dark to reverse the patient's ventricular fibrillation. The heart rate of more than 220 times per minute fell, and the ventricular fibrillation waveform began to mess up, and then changed to sinus rhythm.

The alarm sound of ECG monitoring quickly disappeared, as if the tension just now was just a illusion for people and nothing existed.

The patient opened his eyes and saw Zhou Congwen's hand pressing on his chest in a daze.

"you……"

"You fainted." Zhou Congwen said calmly, "but he did not rescue him and recovered his sinus rhythm by himself."

"Ah?" The patient was stunned.

"The subcutaneous implantable cardiac rhythm reversal defibrillator discovered problems within 10 seconds and released current to defibrillate, without any danger." Zhou Congwen raised his arm and made a successful gesture to Mr. Huang.
Chapter completed!