Chapter 172: I want to contact the tower!

Zheng Ren's vision on the upper right corner of the system panel is written - aortic dissection aneurysm (type I) a few drops of blood.
Aortic dissection aneurysm refers to the blood in the aortic lumen entering the aortic media from the aortic intima tear, separating the media, expanding along the long axis of the aorta to form a true and false two-chamber separation of the aortic wall.
Mainly found in hypertension and arteriosclerosis, it is a critical illness with a probability of occurrence between 100,000 and 200,000.
Although the probability of labeling is extremely low, it is not uncommon in hospitals.
The city's millions of people, dozens of people every year, so the aortic dissection aneurysm related clinicians are afraid of tigers.
In Haicheng, this disease... no rule of law.
As for the provincial capital, the type I aortic dissection aneurysm is operated as a surgical operation, and the chance of survival is not great.
Because this is the largest surgery in cardiothoracic surgery in addition to heart transplantation, and even the complexity of heart transplantation is not comparable to the operation of type I aortic dissection.
Zheng Ren's heart rate suddenly rose to 122 beats / min, immediately stood up, hold the seat back with his hand, and quickly moved to Cui Heming.
Cui Heming was sweating, some anxious, pale, like a fish on the shore, a big mouth and a gasp.
"Quiet, be sure to keep quiet." Zheng Ren said in a deep voice: "Don't be nervous, I am here."
Cui Heming reached out and seized Zheng Ren, and the drowning man caught the last straw.
"Miss flight attendant, I am a doctor. Is there a position to lie flat?" Zheng Ren asked.
The flight attendant saw Cui Heming's appearance and was already frightened.
She has never seen a person showing such a horrible appearance and has no idea. When Zheng Ren asked, she subconsciously pointed to the front first class and said: "The chair on the side can be as flat as possible."
"You have to prepare for it, I will appease him and go over."
Zheng Ren knows that the most taboo of the aortic dissection aneurysm is to suddenly sit up or stand up.
A sudden change in blood pressure may cause the aorta to tear completely.
Once the aorta is torn... there is no chance to rescue!
"Cui Heming, know who I am?" Zheng Ren looked at Cui Heming's eyes and asked seriously.
"You are Dr. Zheng." Cui Heming licked his lips, and the sweaty beads smashed from his forehead and horns.
"You don't have to talk, my medical skills are very good, please believe me, okay." Zheng Rendao.
This sentence is just a psychological suggestion. But at this time, those who can say such things are all responsible.
Cui Heming was very uncomfortable, but holding Zheng Ren’s hand, he gave him a sense of security.
The helplessness of the night, the praise of the old professor of the Imperial Hospital, the holding of the pennant in his hand, the gratitude of the patients outside the emergency building of the city, is the cornerstone of this sense of security.
He tried to nod.
"Please relax, don't be nervous, I will lift you to the front for a while." Zheng Ren's hand slammed Cui Heming's hand and gave him a sense of security that he could trust. Then he shouted: "Mr. flight attendant, may I ask? Is there a stretcher?"
"Yes, yes." Miss flight attendant said quickly.
There are stretchers on the plane, but most people have never seen them.
No one wants to have a chance to see it.
"Su Yun, take the handle!" Zheng Ren voice is not big, but very determined, imperative.
Su Yun didn't pick up the headphones until this time, and looked back.
He still doesn't know what happened and some don't understand. However, the command in Zheng Ren’s words means obvious, and the atmosphere of the superior doctor is vividly displayed.
Su Yun did not have time to identify what happened, and immediately assisted the flight attendants to carry the stretcher to Cui Heming.
"Relax, relax, breathe normally, don't take a deep breath." Zheng Ren whispered as if a psychiatrist was hypnotizing the patient.
Zheng Ren once learned a little bit of psychology tutorials, and he used it involuntarily.
I only hope that Cui Heming’s blood pressure should not rise because of nervousness.
Once the aorta is split...
The man is over!
I don't know if Zheng Ren's psychological suggestion has an effect, or because of the infinite attributes given by the system task. Cui Heming's breathing is gradually stable and his face is not so ugly.
Just intermittent severe pain is still stimulating him.
A minute later, Zheng Ren judged that Cui Heming's situation was still stable, and he carefully lifted him to the stretcher.
In the first class, the flight attendants have placed a free seat as flat as possible.

What happened?
asked a passenger in the first class.
Zheng Ren glanced at the middle-aged man who was on the plane with his late-stage lung cancer.
"High blood pressure, some minor problems, nothing." Zheng Ren said quietly.
The man saw the status of Cui Heming and immediately came to help.
The supine blood pressure is relatively smoother than sitting posture, or Zheng Ren will not take the big risk toss this.
It’s just that the conditions on the plane are really limited, and I can only try to make Cui Heming feel more comfortable.
"Is there a sphygmomanometer?" Zheng Ren asked.
The middle-aged woman had taken a portable sphygmomanometer from the first aid kit, and Su Yun immediately took it and began to give Cui Heming blood pressure.
"I don't look right. What disease do you judge?" After Cui Heming was put on the chair and lying down, Zheng Ren was pulled aside by the middle-aged man and whispered.
"Aortic dissection ~ EbookFREE.me ~ type." Zheng Ren lips slightly moved a few times.
The face of a middle-aged man suddenly changed and became severe.
"You?" Zheng Ren stared at the first aid kit he was carrying and asked.
"I am a doctor in the Department of Thoracic Surgery, Medical University, Xia Hua." Xia Hua reached out.
Zheng Ren also reached out and shook him. He said: "One city in Haicheng, Zheng Ren. Where do you have medicine?"
"There are oral antihypertensive drugs, no intravenous pumps and static drugs." Xia Hua is a bit embarrassed.
"On the line, beta receptor blockers and vasodilators, double dose oral. Is there an analgesic?" Zheng Ren did not hesitate to shoulder the burden of command and rescue.
Xia Hua stunned, this tone... seems to be the director of his department.
It seems that Zheng Ren is less than thirty in his twenties. Where does he come from this confidence?
Not to mention that it is on a plane that lacks medical care and medicine. Even in the cardiothoracic surgery ward of the Second Hospital, he is not sure that the patients in front of him can be rescued.
This self-confidence... is really inexplicable.
However, Xia Hua did not speak, but came to the rescue box he was carrying to take out Betaloc and nitroglycerin and analgesic drugs. Asked the flight attendant to ask for a bottle of water and give Cui Heming down.
"Blood pressure 195/125." Su Yun measured blood pressure, came to Zheng Ren, whispered.
No one shouted loudly, fearing that a certain sentence would stimulate Cui Heming and let his blood pressure continue to soar.
Zheng Ren’s heart was cold.
With such high blood pressure, there is no intravenous drug pumping. As time goes by, every minute and every second, Cui Heming may die directly.
"Miss flight attendant, I want to contact the tower." Zheng Ren grabbed the arm of the flight attendant who was going to report the situation with the captain, calmly and refused to say.