It's too late, don't decide yet, or refresh in half an hour!) The patient's heart rate is indeed increasing.

After another period of observation, Zhang Tianyang affirmed his judgment.

In less than two minutes, the patient's heart rate rose from 79 to 88 beats per minute.

It doesn't look like much of a difference, it seems like it's a normal fluctuation.

But if you add Zhang Tianyang's glance before the operation, he vaguely remembers that the patient's heart rate should only be 69 beats per minute......

This amount of growth is inevitably too much.

He silently stood up again, but did not directly interrupt the work of the director, but only gently greeted the anesthesia intern.

"Anesthesia teacher, please pay attention to your heart rate. ”

The anesthesia intern stood up uneasily.

Zhang Tianyang just relied on his own memory to feel that the patient's heart rate gradually became faster.

But he has not rotated the anesthesiology department, and he has never used anesthesia records, so he naturally does not know that all the patient's vital signs are recorded in real time during the entire surgical process.

In the interface that anesthesia interns can see, colorful lines weave up and down the screen.

He quickly found the colored line that belonged to the patient's "heart rate".

The first half of the line fluctuates sporadically and is generally smooth.

But since a few minutes ago, there has been a clear tendency for smooth curves to "look up".

The anesthesia intern was a little flustered.

He subconsciously glanced at the time.

"Teacher Pan went to the toilet for five minutes......"

Although his own anesthesia instructor is strict, he loves round stools, and he is short, and he loves to let him work.

But when it comes to patients, they take it very seriously.

Other anesthesia belts "decentralize", often throwing patients directly to their own students, and then slipping away by themselves, and disappearing for half an hour.

But Mr. Pan won't.

He will personally stare at it.

Because of this, he was always very haggard.

I heard that after I slipped away the day before yesterday, Mr. Pan fainted due to the delay of the operation, did not eat on time, and had low blood sugar......

Teacher Pan, who was so serious, went to the toilet for five minutes......

That must be stuck in the toilet!

At this time, even if he went to the toilet to find him, he probably wouldn't be able to get out!

For the first time, an anesthesia intern who faced a "special situation" on his own was at a loss.

He stared at the upward curve for another ten seconds, knowing in his heart that he couldn't drag it out.

Hesitantly turning around to the patient's right side, he tried to speed up the infusion.

That's the only thing he can change.

If it doesn't work, he'll have to go to the toilet to get someone!

Zhang Tianyang's heart is divided into three uses.

While listening to the change in the frequency of the monitor's "Didi", he covered the screen with his residual light, and "deflated" when the director used the electric knife and white smoke appeared on the screen.

At the same time, he also pays attention to the movements of the anesthesia interns.

The fluid that the patient is infusing is not a drug, but simply normal saline.

The only use other than to keep the intravenous access open is intraoperative hydration.

So the anesthesia intern thinks that the reason for the patient's rapid heart rate is that it is a precursor to shock?

Zhang Tianyang nodded secretly.

It is indeed reasonable to guess that the patient will bleed during the procedure, and the fluid is not given in a timely manner, resulting in a decrease in the amount of blood circulating and thus an increase in the heart rate.

But, will it be useful?

"Didi, Didi"

The heart rate on the monitor jumped to 89 beats per minute.

Not decreasing, but increasing!

The anesthesia intern broke out in a cold sweat.

"I'm going to find Mr. Pan!"

Hurriedly dropping a word, he ran out as fast as he could.

Without hesitation at all.

He is very clear about who he is.

He's here, and he's not here, it's not much different.

But if Mr. Pan comes back a little later, he will die!

"Didi, Didi"

The monitor behind him is like a talisman.

As the anesthesia intern was running in a hurry, he vaguely felt that the frequency of the voice seemed to be a little higher!

He shuttled through the crowd like a wind, almost rudely breaking into the co-ed toilet closest to the operating room.

Then, opening his mouth, he cried out eagerly—

"Teacher Pan, are you there?"

......

"Didi, Didi"

In the operating room, the operation was interrupted for the second time.

The movement of the anesthesia interns running out was so loud that they couldn't help but pay attention.

"What's going on?"

The Great Director frowned.

"My heart rate is going up all the time. ”

Zhang Tianyang glanced back at the monitor, "It's 93 times per minute now." ”

After a pause, he added.

"It shouldn't be because of the painful stimulus, but after you stopped, there was no tendency for your heart rate to decrease. ”

"Didi, Didi"

With the faster and faster prompt sound, the atmosphere in the operating room gradually froze.

The senior director and Senior Brother Meng looked at the monitor silently, waiting for the anesthesiologist to come to the rescue.

It's not that they don't want to deal with it.

It's that they can't figure out what went wrong for a while.

There is a specialization in the art industry.

On the operating table, the surgeon is responsible for the bloody operation.

And the anesthesiologist, who is responsible for keeping the patient alive!

"Didi, Didi"

When the heart rate jumped to 95 beats per minute, the big director also began to get agitated.

"Haven't you come yet?"

"The anesthesia teacher went to the toilet and may not be able to come out for a while. ”

Zhang Tianyang explained, and suddenly turned his head to look at the only person present who did not wear a surgical gown - Sun Yu.

"Sun Yu!"

He even forgot to use the title Sun!

"Go next door, get the anesthesiologist next door!"

——

Wait and make up! Wait and refresh!

——

"What's going on?"

The Great Director frowned.

"My heart rate is going up all the time. ”

Zhang Tianyang glanced back at the monitor, "It's 93 times per minute now." ”

After a pause, he added.

"It shouldn't be because of the painful stimulus, but after you stopped, there was no tendency for your heart rate to decrease. ”

"Didi, Didi"

With the faster and faster prompt sound, the atmosphere in the operating room gradually froze.

The senior director and Senior Brother Meng looked at the monitor silently, waiting for the anesthesiologist to come to the rescue.

It's not that they don't want to deal with it.

It's that they can't figure out what went wrong for a while.

There is a specialization in the art industry.

On the operating table, the surgeon is responsible for the bloody operation.

And the anesthesiologist, who is responsible for keeping the patient alive!

"Didi, Didi"

When the heart rate jumped to 95 beats per minute, the big director also began to get agitated.

"Haven't you come yet?"

"The anesthesia teacher went to the toilet and may not be able to come out for a while. ”

Zhang Tianyang explained, and suddenly turned his head to look at the only person present who did not wear a surgical gown - Sun Yu.

"Sun Yu!"

He even forgot to use the title Sun!

"What's going on?"

The Great Director frowned.

"My heart rate is going up all the time. ”

Zhang Tianyang glanced back at the monitor, "It's 93 times per minute now." ”

After a pause, he added.

"It shouldn't be because of the painful stimulus, but after you stopped, there was no tendency for your heart rate to decrease. ”

"Didi, Didi"

With the faster and faster prompt sound, the atmosphere in the operating room gradually froze.

The senior director and Senior Brother Meng looked at the monitor silently, waiting for the anesthesiologist to come to the rescue.

It's not that they don't want to get along