medical treatment

Chapter 490
Yu Zhiming followed the resident doctor who reported the letter and rushed to a ward on the fourth floor as quickly as possible.

He found a 50-[-]-year-old man with a slightly fat body lying on the hospital bed.

The man was sweating profusely all over his body. Although he was breathing oxygen, he was still panting heavily like an old ox pulling a cart.

Yu Zhiming reached out and pressed his left chest. After exploring for a while, his heart sank again and again.

The patient in front of him is no longer arrhythmia, but has evolved into a more serious acute heart failure.

Yu Zhiming learned from the investigation just now that the man's coronary artery stenosis was close to 80%.

This will inevitably lead to long-term myocardial ischemia.

Yu Zhiming guessed that the man's arrhythmia attack just now should be the last straw that crushed his heart.

It made the myocardium finally unable to support after a burst of extreme output, and collapsed.

During the investigation, Yu Zhiming discovered that the patient's myocardium was necrosing at an alarming rate, which caused his heart's pumping function to decline rapidly.

He raised his head to meet the man's longing eyes, and said cruelly: "Your situation is very serious."

"There are two options."

"The first one, I can fight for you to wake up for about half an hour, and say a final farewell to your family."

After Yu Zhiming finished speaking, he saw the man's eyes double in size, his face full of shock and disbelief.

At this time, Yu Zhiming didn't have time to explain in detail, so he said quickly: "The second method is to carry out rescue according to the conventional method."

"After three, five minutes, you'll go into a cardiogenic coma."

"After about three or four hours, your heart will completely fail and you will have to go on extracorporeal circulation to keep you alive."

"If your family asks the hospital to save you at all costs, we will put you on an artificial heart-lung machine or transplant an artificial heart to keep you alive."

"With very, very good luck, in the next one to three months, you may get a suitable heart donor for a heart transplant."

Yu Zhiming added: "For the second treatment plan, the cost of treatment should start at least one million."

He met the man's gaze again and urged, "Choose one? Or two?"

Yu Zhiming continued: "If you don't make a choice, I will choose the second rescue plan by default."

"The outcome depends on your family's choices and your own luck."

During the speech, Yu Zhiming kept staring at the man's eyes.

The man's eyes were constantly changing, first begging and begging, then hesitation and struggle.

Suddenly, the man's gaze became peaceful.

He opened his mouth and tried his best to say: "One, one..."

"The world is too tired, let's go early...good morning..."

Yu Zhiming was slightly taken aback, then stretched out his hand and shouted, "Adrenaline, two shots!"

The next moment, two adrenal hormones were placed in Yu Zhiming's hands.

Without any hesitation, Yu Zhiming injected two injections of epinephrine into the man at the same time.

Afterwards, Yu Zhiming got up and looked at the resident who brought him here, who was about the same age as himself.

"You, stay! Every 5 minutes, remember to inject two epinephrine injections to the patient."

Yu Zhiming saw Cheng Wen in the ward again, and told him, "Cheng Wen, you stay too."

"Others, follow me out. Don't disturb the patient and say goodbye to his family..."

Yu Zhiming walked out of the ward without stopping, but walked towards the stairs.

He went down the stairs to the second floor, and went straight back to the big office with a gloomy face.

Zhou Mo stood up and silently poured him a glass of warm water.

Yu Zhiming took it and drank it down.

"The patient chose to say goodbye to his family for the last time. When he made the choice, he said that the world is too tiring, so it's better to leave early."

Zhou Mo said slowly: "Some time ago, there was a very popular short video on the Internet. A girl just said 'I won't come in the next life' and it resonated with millions of people."

"The life pressure of ordinary people is too great."

Yu Zhiming came to the desk and sat down, sighed softly: "Life is not easy, everyone is moving forward with a burden."

"Zhou Mo, let's eat..."

Next, Yu Zhiming turned his heavy heart into food, and launched a continuous attack on the food.

As a doctor in a special hospital, encountering the death of a patient is a common occurrence.

Yu Zhiming must adjust his mood, get rid of bad emotions, and prepare physically and mentally for the afternoon work...

Twenty minutes later, the resident doctor who reported the letter came to the main office again.

It's just that when he walked in this time, his steps were steady and his eyes were full of tears.

"Doctor Yu, that patient is gone."

"Before he left, he talked with his parents and two sons on the phone. However, he didn't talk about his situation, but just told them that he loved them and asked them to take care of themselves."

"When he talked with his wife on the phone, he thanked her for her contribution, and then explained the funeral one by one."

The young resident doctor choked up for a moment, and continued: "Doctor Yu, he also asked me to say thank you to you, allowing him time to say goodbye to his family."

Yu Zhiming glanced at the identification plate on the resident doctor's chest and knew his name.

Tang Xing.

"Doctor Tang, did you join the job this summer?"

Tang Xing nodded.

"How many patients have passed away?"

Tang Xing said softly: "Not to mention anything else, just the patients I have taken care of, including this one today, there are eleven of them."

Yu Zhiming said softly, "Eleven, it's still missing."

"A total of 110 and seven of the patients I have been in charge of have died of ineffective treatment."

After a pause, he turned to say, "Doctor Tang, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Go and eat."

"There's more work waiting for you this afternoon."

Tang Xing shook his head and said, "I have no appetite. Doctor Yu, I'm going back upstairs, so I won't disturb your rest."

After saying this, Tang Xing bowed to Yu Zhiming, nodded to Zhou Mo, and left the big office.

After Tang Xing left, Zhou Mo couldn't help asking: "Doctor Yu, have you really experienced the death of seven patients in 110?"

Yu Zhiming glanced at Zhou Mo and said, "Is that a lot? On average, there are only 30 people a year!"

"When I was working in the county hospital, it was normal for two or three patients to die a day."

Zhou Mo sighed softly, and asked again: "Did you also feel very sad when the patient died of ineffective treatment at the beginning, and cried?"

Yu Zhiming closed his eyes, and began to close his eyes to rest his mind, ignoring Zhou Mo.

Zhou Mo curled his lips and stopped disturbing Yu Zhiming...

Nearly three o'clock in the afternoon, the women's volleyball player who had made an appointment before, accompanied by Dr. Cai Yongxian from trauma surgery, came to the big office.

The slender figure of more than 1.9 meters really gave Yu Zhiming a lot of oppression in his heart.

Fortunately, the body looks slender, not very strong, otherwise the sense of oppression would soar several times.

The female volleyball player is Wu Shuang, 28 years old this year.

After a brief acquaintance, Yu Zhiming asked bluntly: "Miss Wu, do you want to carefully sort out and repair the injuries on your body to improve your sports status?"

"Or just solve some individual problems?"

Wu Shuang said with some embarrassment: "Doctor Yu, I am 28 years old, and I have already passed the peak period of exercise."

"I'm going to retire and become a physical education teacher in a college."

After a pause, Wu Shuang continued: "Of course, if possible, it would be great if all the problems of the whole body can be solved at once."

"If you can't, it's better to solve it..."

She pointed to her left ankle and said, "I've been uncomfortable here. Every time I finish a game, it hurts for a few days."

Wu Shuang pointed to her right shoulder again, and said, "When I wake up every morning, I feel sore and uncomfortable here."

"Also, here is my right waist..."

Wu Shuang pointed out six places on her body that needed Yu Zhiming's focus.

Then, Yu Zhiming, who knew what was in his mind, brought her to the examination room and gave her a physical examination.

Wu Shuang is a typical sports injury.

She had excessive wear and tear on her wrists, knees, ankles, etc.

At the same time, there are dozens of large and small tendon injuries, muscle injuries, bone injuries, blood vessel injuries, and nerve injuries in the thighs, calves, arms, waist, shoulders, and back.

This inspection also made Yu Zhiming feel the difficulties of athletes.

20 years of daily training has deformed the development of some bones.

In order to make Wu Shuang suffer less now and 20 years later, Yu Zhiming gave her a list of 31 places that need to be repaired.

When Wu Shuang saw the big and small marks Yu Zhiming had marked on her body, she never closed her mouth.

"Doctor Yu, isn't this too much? I'm going to have to go through an operation on my whole body."

Yu Zhiming said solemnly: "Miss Wu, I have already picked the main damage to mark."

"There is still some damage, although it has no effect now, but after 20 years, as your function degenerates, the impact will become obvious."

"At that time, when you see what happened to your teammates, you will definitely thank me."

Cai Yongxian also said: "Dr. Yu is very responsible and very forward-looking."

"Trust Dr. Yu, I won't let you suffer."

Wu Shuang said softly: "Of course I can trust Dr. Yu's ability."

"It's just so much damage to repair..."

She looked at Cai Yongxian and asked, "How long will it take? How much will it cost?"

Cai Yong pondered first and said: "The ankle joint and the repair of the left knee joint are a bit troublesome."

"It costs about [-] yuan to repair a joint."

"Coupled with so many injuries..."

Cai Yong made some calculations first and said, "The total cost is about 60 to [-]."

"As for the operation time, with the cooperation of many people, it will take about two to three operations, one day each time!"

Wu Shuang said with embarrassment: "The cost of this treatment is too high. My budget cannot exceed 20."

Cai Yong first said: "With a budget of 20 yuan, we can only repair the ankle joint and left knee joint."

"From Dr. Yu's description, these two joints of yours most need surgical repair."

"Otherwise, it will affect your future actions..."

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