White armor

Chapter 186 The team under the street lamp
"Professor Luo, the blood bank is out of blood." The ICU resident manager said helplessly.

Luo Hao let out a long sigh.

Tens of thousands of milliliters of blood products are simply out of reach with the current inventory of blood banks.

There is nothing we can do about this, it is expected.

After taking a look at the patient, Luo Hao picked up his phone and walked out of the ICU ward.

[A patient with amniotic fluid embolism requires a large amount of blood, type b rh+. 】

Luo Hao left a message in the group.

[Amniotic fluid embolism? Teacher, did our affiliated hospital rescue a woman with amniotic fluid embolism? 】

A message will be replied in seconds.

Luo Hao was impressed by the students' hand speed and their attention to group messages.

Luo Hao is indeed young, but he can always create miracles inadvertently.

Luo Hao took a deep breath, smiled and called Feng Zixuan.

"It will take 8-10 hours for the blood bank to separate the whole blood, so we can do it as early as possible." Luo Hao explained, "Although the boss treated the patient promptly, I estimate that the patient still needs at least 2 ml of blood."

"What's wrong, Director Feng?"

[Teacher, count me in. 】

As the contact becomes deeper and deeper, Feng Zixuan's judgment of Luo Hao is constantly changing.

[Wait a minute, don’t go directly to the blood bank in the city center. I’ll contact you. 】

[Teacher, are you going to the downtown blood bank to donate blood? Let's go. 】

Feng Zixuan felt a little emotional. This mother was so lucky that she met the boss of the National Natural Science Foundation of China to inspect Luo Hao, and Mr. Chai also came to "take a look".

Unlike themselves, they close the group messages immediately after establishing the group.

Feng Zixuan has seen countless similar cases, and it is not uncommon for him to do whatever it takes to delay the case for 42 days.

"Director Feng, I contacted the students at the Medical University. Some students want to donate blood." Luo Hao directly explained his purpose.

The two discussed for a while, and then Feng Zixuan hung up the phone.

Yes, it's a miracle!
For example, take the mother in front of me who has amniotic fluid embolism.

"Okay, I'll contact the blood bank in the city center and drive the blood donation truck to the Medical University. Don't bother the students." Feng Zixuan said, "How long will the blood last?"

"I'm very worried. Every year, people are forced to donate blood. Students? How many are there?"

After contacting Dean Jin, Feng Zixuan gave Luo Hao's opinion concisely.

For example, after a week of classes, you can contact college students to donate blood.

"Okay, I told the director of the blood bank to do it overnight." Dean Jin agreed, "I will report to Dean Zhuang. You wait for me and we will go to the Medical University together."

So that's what happened after that.

"Will there be fewer people donating blood at night?" Feng Zixuan was a little worried.

"I do not know either."

Feng Zixuan was worried about this matter, but a "pie" fell from the sky.

"Let's go first tonight. If it's not enough, we'll do the rest tomorrow."

Ronaldinho was good and helped him again. He hoped that the mother could survive with Ronaldinho's luck without leaving any sequelae.

Today's young people are very smart and clamoring for the post-00s generation to rectify the workplace. And as the Internet becomes more and more developed, many things cannot be hidden at all, such as the truth about blood donation.

As soon as Luo Hao started teaching, he was able to "persuade" students from the medical university to donate blood collectively?

"Ah!" Feng Zixuan let out a low exclamation.

Countless messages came out all at once.

Luo Hao asked.

After Feng Zixuan hung up the phone, he did not go directly to Jin Rongcan. Instead, he sat at the table and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

There is no way to use future pie to fool people into donating blood now.

After all, the stakes are high and all cooperation is under the will of the country. No one is slacking off at all.

Medical university?

Generally speaking, amniotic fluid embolism has a nickname - the devil's draw.

[Yes, the operation is over now and the patient is in the ICU. The 12500 ml of blood products in stock at the downtown blood bank can last another 8-10 hours. Has anyone signed up to donate blood? 】

For example, he could have the former director of the National Natural Science Foundation of China come to see him.

But there is no way to avoid amniotic fluid embolism. Every step of the medical process is a big pit, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

[Teacher, where are you? 】

Without them, the bleeding would still be stopped on the operating table, and the operating room would be in a mess. Eventually, the blood bank in the city center would be depleted, and the rescue would be declared a failure.

When he thought of the mother who died on the operating table and the complicated accountability procedures that followed, Feng Zixuan's head turned into two heads.

The origin of this nickname is unknown, but it is thought that it was brought back from abroad.

No matter how developed the medical system is, countries still have splitting headaches when faced with amniotic fluid embolism, and even the pathogenesis is not fully understood.

Ronaldinho, Lao Chai.

When Feng Zixuan thought of these two words, a smile appeared on his stiff face.

With the timely rescue of the two of them, there was a slight turn for the better.

Ever since Mr. Chai started performing chest cardiac compressions, Feng Zixuan had never smiled again.

There is a 50% or 80% possibility. With Ronaldinho and Lao Chai here, everything will be fine.

Feng Zixuan stood up and strode out of the office.

After standing in the hall and waiting for a while, Dean Zhuang and Dean Jin came down together.

Along with him is Zhuang Yan.

Feng Zixuan ignored Zhuang Yan or said hello, but began to report the patient's condition.

Because of the timely rescue, Chai Lao's chest cardiac compressions were almost at the same time as the patient's cardiac arrest, and the uterus was removed within 5 minutes to remove allergens, so the patient's current situation is relatively optimistic.

But that's just a little optimistic. No one can guarantee that they will survive.

The problem now is that the blood bank in the city center doesn't have enough blood.

"Go and take a look." Dean Zhuang said, "You can take whatever you have. If it really doesn't work, organize employees in the hospital with the same blood type to donate blood tomorrow. If it's not enough..."

"I'll get in touch." Dean Jin continued.

Zhuang Yan silently followed a few people, and she could feel a murderous atmosphere.

Get in the car and come to the Medical University.

It was late at night, but dozens of young people gathered at the school gate.

Someone has a mobile phone in his hand and should be adding points.

Someone was whispering something to each other, and hearty smiles came from time to time.

Huh?
so many people?

Feng Zixuan was stunned.

He thought that Professor Luo Haodang had taught a few classes and the students were afraid of wearing small shoes, so some timid classmates were coerced into donating blood.

There were at most a dozen people, including the guys who were "coerced and lured" by Luo Hao.

But before Luo Hao arrived, dozens of people gathered at the school gate waiting for the blood donation van.

Their expressions were very relaxed, with no forced emotions such as anger or annoyance.

Not far away, there was a young figure walking over.

It's just that the figures in the distance walked a little slowly, as if they were looking for something, not sure where they were.

Are all students so easy to deceive? Feng Zixuan thought in his heart.

Although he felt that his thoughts were indeed a bit dark, so many students seemed to be bewitched, which seemed a bit intrusive.

"Are these students recruited by Xiao Luo?" Dean Jin was also stunned and asked.

"should be."

"Finding a medical university is the last step. The school leaders are not easy to communicate with. I didn't expect Ronaldinho to be half a step ahead." Dean Zhuang said thoughtfully.

The car did not enter the gate of the Medical University and was parked on the opposite side of the road.

Soon the badge 307 came.

Luo Hao got off the car and walked to the group of students.

In the distance, the streetlights shone on the students and Luo Hao, giving off a milky white halo, like holy angels.

Feng Zixuan wanted to hear what Luo Hao said, but he hesitated and sat in the car.

He just watched from a distance, Luo Hao's energetic and young students blended together, so harmoniously.

Luo Hao kept talking while maintaining order.

Luo Hao, who usually rarely talks, had countless topics to talk about with his classmates at this moment. From time to time, he could see his classmates laughing, relaxed and happy.

The atmosphere is different from what everyone thought.

Whether it is Dean Zhuang, Dean Jin, or Feng Zixuan, they can imagine how much trouble there will be once an administrative order is issued for people to donate blood.

But these troubles seem to have nothing to do with Luo Hao.

Soon the blood donation truck arrived, and Luo Hao organized the queue, took samples, left names and contact information, and checked them one by one.

The students took blood tests one by one. Luo Hao held paper and pen in his hand and checked with the information on the computer.

Three checks and seven pairs is a good tradition, and Luo Hao seems to have obsessive-compulsive disorder, so this scene happened.

The students who finished the blood test did not leave, and the emergency blood type test only took ten minutes.

The figures in the distance quickened their pace after seeing the blood collection vehicle, rushing towards the blood collection vehicle at the school gate.

They are not crowded, but line up automatically and consciously.

The quality of college students is fully demonstrated at this moment.

Soon, Luo Hao took the paper, checked it with the results on the computer, and called on classmates with the same blood type to draw blood.

The students with different blood types looked depressed and left angrily.

Everything is in order.

Feng Zixuan watched all this silently.

Young people are the hope of the future. The orderliness and orderliness in front of him gave Feng Zixuan an inexplicable throbbing in his heart.

Not long after, a young man seemed to have a dispute with Luo Hao.

He had just finished drawing blood, put his hand on his elbow, and was talking to Luo Hao with a little excitement.

Feng Zixuan's heart moved, he opened the car door and got out of the car.

"Teacher, I'm in good health and I'm the captain of the basketball team! It's no problem to donate 400!"

"Go back and rest quickly." Luo Hao said, "200 is a lot. I don't need your 200 blood."

"teacher!"

"You damn master, get out of here." Luo Hao smiled and raised his foot as if to kick him. "There are so many people, and it's not time to slap you with 400 or 600 yuan. If it's not enough, I will definitely pull you." Go to the hospital and donate blood directly.”

"Teacher, be sure to call me if you need anything!"

"I got it, go back to bed quickly. If you can't sleep, go to the King Ranking. I'm busy." Luo Hao patted the young man on the shoulder and drove him away.

Uh……

Feng Zixuan didn't know how to describe his feelings.

Luo Hao seemed confident, but the young student, who didn't know Luo Hao very well, was called by him to donate blood via WeChat.

200 ml is not enough, so I have to donate 400 ml.

"Hey, go back and look at the information in the group!" Luo Hao suddenly turned around and said to the young student.

"I know, teacher."

The young student pressed his hand on the vein in his elbow and skipped away.

Two lines of troops moved forward slowly. No one was impatient and no one complained.

Although the team is not very neat, it is full of solemnity. Under the street lights at night, the young figures seem to be countless hopes, lighting up the future.

"Alas." Feng Zixuan sighed deeply. The team has spread for hundreds of meters, and the youthful faces are so dazzling.

For some reason, the weird feeling in Feng Zixuan's heart became more and more intense, like a weed.

Looking at the faces of the young students, he finally understood what it meant to be greasy in middle age.

Too much thought and not enough directness.

But Luo Hao was very relaxed. It is estimated that Luo Hao didn't weigh the interests too much at all. He just said hello in the group and said that he was treating illnesses and saving people.

So the students all came.

It's really simple, clean and transparent.

Feng Zixuan turned back to the car.

"Professor Luo has such great prestige in the Medical University? He seems to have only lectured for less than a week." Dean Jin asked in surprise.

"Who knows, let's go." Dean Zhuang said calmly.

"You guys go first, I'll take a blood type test." Zhuang Yan jumped out of the car and ran towards the end of the line.

Dean Zhuang was startled for a moment, but said nothing and waved his hand.

The driver drove away from the Medical University.

"Senior brother!" Zhuang Yan ran to Luo Hao and greeted Luo Hao with a smile, and then quickly went to line up.

Luo Hao smiled and continued to call students with the same blood type to donate blood.

It’s 200ml per person. It’s not okay to think about more. Luo Hao is very determined.

But he couldn't stand the crowd. A few hours later, it was late at night, and Luo Hao finally finished his work.

"Senior brother, where did you find so many people?" Zhuang Yan asked.

"Just say hello to the group." Luo Hao replied.

With that said, Luo Hao turned around and came to the side of the sign 307, sat carelessly on the floor, took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth.

This time he didn't just hold it in his mouth, but took out a lighter and lit the cigarette.

The words "Xiehe Men's Department" were particularly dazzling in the firelight.

"Brother, are you tired?"

"Well, emergency first aid, I secrete about 10 mg of adrenaline." Luo Hao took a puff of cigarette, feeling relieved all over, and looked up at the dark sky.

"Brother, the patient should be fine."

"Remove it," Luo Hao said, "There will definitely be no problem."

Zhuang Yan didn't expect Luo Hao to be so confident.

"The boss will take action personally. Even if there is a problem, there will definitely be no problem." Luo Hao said firmly.

Zhuang Yan didn't understand the internal logic and shook her head, her ponytail wagging.

"Why don't you go home?"

"Donate blood. When I saw so many people lining up, I suddenly had a short circuit."

"Are you coming with your dad and Director Feng to check on the situation?" The corners of Luo Hao's mouth raised slightly.

"Well, they didn't get out of the car, they took one look and left."

Luo Hao didn't continue talking. After smoking a cigarette, he stood up and patted his butt.

"Go, take you home."

After getting in the car, Zhuang Yan asked, "Brother, how did Mr. Chai discover the amniotic fluid embolism?"

Zhuang Yan is most interested in this.

"Once, I went to do rounds on the ward, and I was still a trainee at that time." Luo Hao did not answer Zhuang Yan's question directly, but changed the subject, "The patient was snoring, and I felt something was wrong."

"???"

"I walked up to the patient, smelled it hard, and smelled like rotten apples."

"Fuck!" Zhuang Yan cursed, ketoacidosis? !

A rotten apple smell is the most typical and easily detectable external sign of ketoacidosis.

Although Zhuang Yan has never seen it with her own eyes, she knows what the smell of rotten apples means.

"I immediately ran back to the doctor's office and reported the situation to the resident manager on duty. My boss happened to be there that day. He stopped me and asked me with a smile - Dr. Luo, what is the patient's blood sugar level when he was admitted?"

"???" Zhuang Yan was filled with confusion.

"I didn't know that when I first arrived at the clinic, I was really blind." Luo Hao sneered, "The boss said that the patient's fasting blood sugar was 3.9, which was completely fine.

I insisted at the time that it smelled like rotten apples. The boss told me that during the ward rounds he saw a fruit basket under the bed. The apples in it must have been rotten. "

"!!!"

"My boss didn't train me, but told me that I need to be keenly observant and not miss any details. I did a good job, but I'm still a little bit behind."

"Are you keen on observation?" Zhuang Yan murmured to herself.

"Actually, some things are not that complicated. When the smell of rotten apples appears in front of you, you must first check whether there are rotten apples. Don't think too much." Luo Hao smiled.

"The monitor alarms and there is a high possibility that there is a problem with the electrode membrane leads, but it is more likely that there is something wrong with the patient. This is the most direct."

"At that time, the ECG monitor was screaming. A mother had a caesarean section, and the ECG monitor alarmed. What would you have thought? It must have been an unexpected situation. If the heart rate increased and the blood oxygen plummeted, then the problem would have been more obvious, right?"

"The boss just faces the reality, simple, rough and direct. It's like a rotten apple in the fruit basket."

Zhuang Yan was stunned.

She didn't expect that Luo Hao actually explained the truth to her.

"Brother, is there anything interesting going on in the hospital?" Zhuang Yan thought the rotten apple plot was interesting, so she asked.

"Let me tell you a girl's question. Do you have menstrual cramps?"

"Driving? Senior brother, you also drive?! You usually look serious!" Zhuang Yan was surprised.

"I'm asking you about something serious. How can I not be serious?"

"I can't, but my best friend can." Zhuang Yan was dubious.

"Many people take ibuprofen when they have dysmenorrhea. Let me ask you, what is the physical mechanism of ibuprofen?"

"..."

One second she was on her way to Qiu Mingshan, and the next second she was back on the broad road of medicine, and Zhuang Yan was thrown away.

She shook her head.

"I just say that you have a weak foundation and you are still talking to me." Luo Hao smiled, "Ibuprofen is a non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drug. It has antipyretic and analgesic effects. It can inhibit the synthesis of prostaglandins and achieve the effect of treating diseases. Effect."

"what."

"Do women have a prostate? What organ secretes prostaglandins?"

It turns out that it is still the way to Qiu Mingshan.

"It's the uterus."

"Well, the endometrium secretes prostaglandins." Luo Hao laughed, "Isn't it funny?"

Zhuang Yan grinned and sneered, "Senior brother, this joke is very cold."

"Then let me tell you a story about an anesthesiologist who was stupid. If you go to the clinic, don't do such a stupid thing."

"Senior brother, tell me."

"What does the anesthesiologist say when he wakes up the patient?" Luo Hao asked.

"Hey hey hey, what's your name!" Zhuang Yan replied.

"Yes, one day a regular training student was so frightened that she cried. She woke up the patient and asked - hello, hey, what's my name!"

"We were busy at the time and didn't listen to what she said. A few seconds later, the training doctor cried and called the teacher, something happened."

"..."

"How did the patient know her name? When he was stunned, Dr. Guipei felt that there must be a big problem with the anesthesia awakening, and because he was still timid, he was frightened and cried."

Luo Hao said with a smile.

"How cowardly."

While the two were chatting, Luo Hao sent Zhuang Yan home and returned directly to the hospital.

I took a shower and entered the ICU refreshed.

With the blood source, Luo Hao is confident, and the mother should have no problems.

In the past, the boss performed almost seamless chest cardiac compressions, and in the second, I completed the hysterectomy in 3 minutes. The critical care team and the ecmo team of the First Hospital of the Medical University worked together, and students from the Medical University donated blood.

If he still couldn't survive this, Luo Hao would feel it was too much.

Mr. Chai was not in a hurry to leave. He came to the ICU to sit for an hour every day. Luo Hao knew that he was waiting for the patient to be out of danger.

After 3 days.

The patient is completely out of danger.

23800ml of blood was transfused before and after.

This is considered rare among patients who have been rescued from amniotic fluid embolism.

"Boss, thank you for your hard work." Luo Hao finally saw a smile on his face.

"Hey." Mr. Chai said proudly, "I'll go back if nothing happens."

"Wait a minute, boss!" Luo Hao quickly called out to Mr. Chai.

"Ok?"

"The students knew that you were the one who made the initial diagnosis and subsequently rescued me, so they all donated blood enthusiastically. You attended half of the class?" Luo Hao asked tentatively.

"We're in class, I thought you were going to take me fishing. Fishing is not good, I'm not good at it, and I'll get angry if I get embarrassed." Boss Chai said with a smile.

"Then make a reservation for the afternoon?"

"It doesn't matter, I haven't given a lecture in a long time."

"You just have to stand on the stage and let the classmates take a look. Otherwise, if you throw the textbook away, Xiaoqian's textbook will be impossible to read! Yes, just say this."

"Xiaoqian is fine, why did I tell him?" Mr. Chai clasped his hands behind his back and narrowed his eyes.

Luo Hao knew that the patient was fine and his boss was in a good mood, so he contacted the medical university.

Mr. Chai wants to show up in the open class!

This news made the medical university tremble.

Mr. Chai didn't even attend Xiehe's classes. The last student he took personally was Luo Hao, who is now a professor at the Medical University.

……

"Old Fan, save me some seats in the open class at 10 a.m., the deputy deans and I are going." Dean Zhuang's call came to Principal Fan's mobile phone.

There was no hearty laughter from the other side of the phone.

Dean Zhuang was stunned, frowning, and confused.

It is said that Mr. Fang came to "inspect" this time and happened to save a patient with amniotic fluid embolism. Everyone worked together. The First Hospital of the Medical University collaborated with the Medical University to carry out a series of operations, rescue, ECMO, and blood donation to bring the mother back.

This perfect rescue can blow everyone away for thirty years!

At least thirty years! !

Even if you enter the coffin and go down below, you can have a few words with the bull-headed horse-faced person.

Finally, Mr. Chai wanted to meet the students. He would give a class or half a class, and he would probably show up to express his gratitude to the students and say a few words of encouragement.

This kind of happy ending is something everyone likes to see.

Why doesn't Principal Fan speak?

"Old Fan? What are you thinking about?" Dean Zhuang was not unhappy, but rather confused.

"Professor Luo won't give me a position."

"What?!"

"I originally reserved the first two rows, and the leaders of the medical university and the associate hospital came to support Mr. Chai. At the end, everyone took a group photo. How wonderful it is!"

"Yes." Dean Zhuang's heart moved slightly. What is Luo Hao doing?

"Call Professor Luo Haolo. He said there is no room. We can wait until the class is over to take a photo."

"!!!"

(End of this chapter)