Chapter 433： No hurries? (1/2)

”Adrenaline, lidocaine.” Ling Ran's voice also took rhythm, and continued counting: ”005, 006, 007 ...”

He doesn't know if CPR can be successful, and when it will have any results.

What Ling Ran can know is that the patient still has hope. The hope of CPR level is 0.5%.

This probability is really low, and most doctors will not challenge this probability.

Even family members of patients are not necessarily willing to do this challenge.

The only person who may be willing to bear the many risks here may be the patient himself and the attending doctor.

Ling Ran masters the perfect level of CPR skills, and consciously needs to bear the corresponding responsibilities-if there is only an entry level or specialization level, then giving up at this time cannot be said to give up hope, because the entry or specialization level Cardiopulmonary resuscitation, when used at this stage, there is no hope.

Just like Wei Jiayou standing next to him at this time-as a young star doctor, Wei Jiayou already has a world-class level in his best field, but not all aspects, not including CPR skills.

As far as the domestic environment is concerned, there are really few doctors who can resuscitate the cardiopulmonary and practice to a high level.

Wei Jiayou is able to touch the master's edge, he is very talented and strong.

It's just not as strong as Ling Ran.

Wei Jiayou also knows the limit of his ability, 40 minutes, and then look at the patient's ECG and waveform, when he should give up, give up.

After watching for another two minutes, Wei Jiayou gradually lost his patience and turned to leave.

Academician Di coughed and said, ”What's the matter?”

Wei Jiayou raised his eyebrows and looked at Academician Di with a questioning look.

Academician Di instructed Wei Jiayou to come over and use a voice that only two people could hear, almost whispering: ”Team cardiopulmonary resuscitation, bold medication, this is the only feasible solution, maybe there is a miracle.”

”Will there be?” Wei Jiayou is not a man who believes in miracles. If he is allowed to choose, Murphy's Theorem is more like the answer to the world.

Academician Di is familiar with Wei Jiayou's temperament, and only said: ”It is not important whether there is a miracle. It is important that you convince your team that you have the ability to make miracles. This is what you lack now.”

Wei Jiayou froze and turned to look at Ling Ran and the doctors around him.

Young male doctors are stiff enough to feel rude, young female doctors are short enough to ignore her, and older male doctors have wrinkled skin like ...

To be honest, Wei Jiayou's attention has always been on Ling Ran. He can see that Ling Ran's cardiopulmonary resuscitation level is still very strong. However, after all, cardiopulmonary resuscitation is cardiopulmonary resuscitation, not spiritualism. How strong is it?

Academician Di gave Wei Jiayou an answer.

team cooperation!

Strong men, short women and old men were replaced in turn, plus Ling Ran's command and trapping, which made the patient's CPR continuity very good. Compared with Wei Jiayou during CPR, this specially trained team CPR, Much more effective than temporary replacement.

Wei Jiayou couldn't help but stand and continued to look up.

”It's been over an hour.” Not only Wei Jiayou said so, the doctors present also quietly talked.

However, to Wei Jiayou's surprise, there was a supporter of Ling Ran in the discussion.

”I did it for more than an hour last time. Dr. Ling is also experienced in CPR.”

”I remember that the last patient's surname was Hu. ICU people were shocked and said that after CPR, such a good prognosis is rare. The first time I saw ultra-long CPR, the recovery was so good. ”

”How about Ling Ran being confident? CPR, I feel a bit like riding a bicycle. If you learn, you learn, you have to feel that way.”

”Your sister's bike, you can show me one.”

”Ling Ran is equivalent to a unicycle, which is more difficult and more difficult.”

The doctors were half-joking, but the patient's family was listening.

The patient's son took off his glasses, wiped a tear, drew up to a doctor, and said, ”So, is my dad saved?”

Standing on the outer circle and seeing the lively little weak chicken doctor, seeing the family members of the patient, he immediately called out in a row.

The patient's son was a little hesitant on the spot: ”You also said ...”

”I didn't say that.”

”I heard them say ...”