The Grim Reaper appeared almost at the same time as Mrs. Lou's ventricular fibrillation, and Wang Ge noticed that the Grim Reaper did not look down to see anything, but chased after the ambulance very directly.

It's not that the longevity is over, there is hope.

But the speed of the Grim Reaper made the king pigeon feel that there was little hope, and the speed of the Grim Reaper's pursuit would only appear on the body of particularly critically ill patients.

The ambulance starts to increase its speed at 80 kilometers per hour, and by 90 kilometers per hour, the distance between the car and death is still getting closer.

By the time it was 100 km/h, the speed of the zoom seemed to be a little slower. At a speed of 108 km/h, the king pigeon finally observed that the distance between the ambulance and the grim reaper was maintained at about fifteen meters.

However, the ambulance arrived at the hospital from here, the road was very close, and there were many intersections and turns, so it was too difficult to maintain a speed of 108 kilometers per hour.

In addition, the king pigeon has to allow a certain amount of time for the patient to be transferred from the car to the emergency room.

It's like a strange race challenge, where it's not about winning first place, it's about maintaining your average speed.

This job has been done to this extent, and the king pigeon has already seen it.

At the beginning, he was busy purely for the numbers and bets, but now he values the lives of patients and the stories behind them even more.

Sweet and sour, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, trivial, in the face of life and death, will be magnified countless times, and then magnified, magnified to make people see clearly, clearly, make people sigh, and sigh.

Wang Ge naturally has no time to sigh, he continues to step on the accelerator deeply, continue to speed up, he must reserve enough time for the patient, so that the patient can arrive at the hospital and have a chance to be rescued.

And in the carriage behind the ambulance, Liu Ya and Tian Yuqing were also busy.

"The heart can't hold on, open the venous channel, epinephrine one milligram intravenously, twenty milligrams of dopamine into two hundred and five milliliters of glucose intravenously, eighty milligrams of licardoin intravenously, slow down. Get on a ventilator. Liu Ya said while pressing the patient's heart.

"Old Lou, hold on! We're not married yet, don't go!" The old man couldn't cry on the side, and grabbed the patient's hand.

"Elderly, help contact the patient's immediate family, we will do our best to rescue them. Liu Ya took the electric shock defibrillator handed over by Tian Yuqing, and glanced at the display of the heartbeat monitoring device connected to the patient.

Due to ventricular fibrillation, the patient's heart rate is seriously abnormal, and the heartbeat data is as high as 200 beats per minute. Defibrillation in a short period of time, so that the heart back to normal beating, within one or two minutes is regarded as the best, within four minutes can save the person back, after a long time, the heart muscle cells die in a large area, then there is no way back.

"Charge, one hundred and fifty joules. Liu Ya evenly applied the conductive paste on the two defibrillator surfaces.

"Charged!"

"Get out of the way!" he pressed the defibrillator to the patient's chest, pressed the switch, and the doctor slammed, the patient's limbs twitched and he let out a scream of pain.

"Old Lou, what's wrong with you!" the old man heard the patient's screams, and his hands trembled, but he still didn't stop the doctor's movements.

In fact, serious defibrillation should be given anesthesia if the patient is conscious. Although defibrillation is a life-saving action, the human body is stimulated by electric current, especially the heart directly with electricity, and the pain is abnormal.

To be precise, the patient is now in an unconscious state, and even if the person is rescued and awakened, he will not remember what happened during the rescue.

Now that the situation is urgent, there is no time to administer any anesthesia, and this pain seems to be nothing in the eyes of the doctor compared to human life.

Anesthesia wastes at least one minute, and that minute is more important than anything else.

"Pain from the electric shock, it is normal to have a reaction. Liu Ya was still frowning and looking at the display, the electric shock defibrillation just now did not have an effect.

Tian Yuqing, who had already completed the drug injection, took over his job and began to perform chest compressions.

In the ambulance, in fact, there is a doctor and a nurse, and there is a serious shortage of manpower. In the emergency room, there are usually five or six people walking around a critically ill patient, taking medication, checking and checking, and giving medical orders. There are no such good conditions in the car, so you can only break it into two with one hand.

The electric shock defibrillation could not be carried out for the second time in a short period of time, Tian Yuqing was busy again, Liu Ya could only set the electric shock energy at 200 joules by himself, and asked Tian Yuqing to get out of the way again after more than ten seconds.

Touching the skin, pressing the switch, and banging again!

In order to facilitate Liu Ya's observation, Tian Yuqing's chest heart compressions did not follow immediately.

The symptoms of ventricular fibrillation disappeared, but then the heart rate plummeted, from the normal 75 beats per minute, to only 30 beats per minute after a few seconds.

In the eyes of doctors, there is almost no difference between zero heartbeats and thirty heartbeats. Liu Ya put down the defibrillator and immediately began to compress, maintaining a frequency of ninety times per minute.

"How is your breathing and blood pressure?" asked Liu Ya while panting, he was engrossed in chest compressions, and he had no time to care about the vital signs, so he could only let Tian Yuqing check it on his behalf.

"The ventilator is well maintained, and there is some spontaneous breathing. The blood pressure is not very bad, but the heartbeat is ......"

"There is still hope!" Liu Ya nodded, and the movements in his hands did not stop for a moment.

"Lao Lou, Lao Lou, you hold on, hold on and it's over!" The old man made several calls in a row, but he didn't get through, and the old man sat aside with tears in his eyes, looking at the rescue scene in front of him.

"Rabbit, four minutes to the hospital!" said the king.

In fact, he and Liu Ya both knew in their hearts that the patient's current state, even if he arrived at the hospital, the only thing that could be done was cardiopulmonary resuscitation, and the use of adrenaline, dopamine and other drugs to hang the vital signs would not last too long.

The first aid method in the hospital is almost the same as the first aid method in the car, the difference is that there are more people next to you, and a machine may be used instead of artificial chest compressions.

The machine is a cantilevered hydraulic massager that is placed on the patient's chest and can perform mechanical compressions, and doctors and nurses have nicknamed the device the pile driver.

Once a patient gets on a piledriver, there is basically no hope. The pile driver is timed for 30 minutes or 40 minutes, and when the time is up, the machine is withdrawn and the people are gone.

"Push it all the way to adrenaline!" Liu Ya continued to instruct, "Old lady, your business is not over yet, come back!"

The ambulance had arrived at the gate of the hospital, and the king pigeon slowed down and turned to enter the hospital, tilting his head to look at the mirror, and found that the Grim Reaper was gone!

Where did it go? Is it ahead? Wang Ge looked around while driving, but did not find the Grim Reaper.

At this moment, a chill suddenly came from the soul suppression card on his chest. It seems that the number has become "Qibai picks up the land", and the king pigeon finally breathed a deep sigh, at least the patient's life is not in danger in a short time.

Liu Ya's chest heart compressions also stopped, and his heartbeat recovered, and his value rose to 68 beats per minute. He wiped the beads of sweat from his head, closed his eyes and sat down in his chair.

"Old man, when the patient recovers, the matter should be done, don't delay any longer. Liu Ya said.

Although the heart is beating again, it does not mean that the patient's condition is truly stable. Subsequent diagnosis, conservative or surgical, can be dangerous in the process.

The king pigeon can only promise that there will be no more death to harass him during this time, but when the next death will come, maybe ten minutes later, maybe a few hours later, maybe a few days later, he doesn't know at all.

In his previous rescue work, he had also encountered patients who were in stable condition in the car or in the emergency room, and the Grim Reaper gave up the pursuit, but when he was transferred to the ward or underwent surgery, his condition deteriorated, and the Grim Reaper came to ask for his life.

There are just too many of them.

The weather was too hot, Liu Ya was close to collapse, after helping to carry the patient out of the car, he could only watch the patient enter the emergency room with other doctors, his lips had turned white, and he just wanted to follow him into the emergency room, but was dragged by the king pigeon.

"Rest for a while, there's a doctor inside, look at you like this. The flesh on his body is white!" Wang Ge handed his big water cup to Liu Ya and asked him to drink some water.

Liu Ya didn't dislike it at all, unscrewed the lid and took a few big gulps, and the tea in the cup bottomed out. He touched his mouth, "I'm fat, I'm sweating when I move a little, I have to go to the gym." If you continue like this, you can't save others, and if you fall yourself, what kind of doctor is it? He laughed twice.

In fact, he himself knows in his heart that what kind of obesity and what kind of physical weakness are all fake. The older a person gets, the worse his body becomes.

When I was eighteen or nineteen years old, I could toss as much as I wanted, and once I reached twenty-four or five, I could immediately understand what it was like for my parents' generation to lament that they couldn't run fast and had back pain.

The most interesting thing is that when I was young, I didn't take this seriously, and when it really happened to me, I realized how painful it was to be powerless.

"This person was forced back by you with two arms. Wang Ge patted Liu Ya's shoulder and said admiringly.

When he encounters the Grim Reaper, all he can do is drive away, away from the Grim Reaper, and grab time.

And the doctors are the ones who can really save people's lives.

"If it weren't for the speed of your car, we arrived at the scene quickly, and I was two minutes late, I broke my arm, and this life would not have come back." Liu Ya sat on the floor of the ambulance car, adjusting his heart that was beating wildly from overexercise just now, taking deep breaths to calm himself down quickly.

"You have a special sense of accomplishment, right? I saved a life with my hands" Liu Ya took back the water cup and threw it in the car.

"Of course, isn't this what the doctor is looking for!" Liu Ya lowered his head and said suddenly, "I wasn't married before, I didn't have a partner, I don't understand." Now I know, just like the lyrics say, it's not so easy to fall in love. This pair of old men and old ladies, it must not be easy for such a long time, I only have one thought in my mind, don't let this old lady leave like this with regrets, the old man must be uncomfortable. It's not worth it. ”

Liu Ya smiled, "Let's go, help, it's almost time to rest." ”

They have come across too many stories, and it seems that each story has been told by someone else's life.

These stories contain the interweaving of illness and emotion, the collision of loss and happiness, where people carefully put their most fragile nerves, and what awaits them may be more carefully repaired, or they may be mercilessly crushed.

As a result, these stories are particularly moving.

Wang Ge looked at Liu Ya's back, got into the ambulance, and drove the car back to the shed in the parking lot.

Liu Ya doesn't want to leave regrets for himself, let alone others, which is exactly his original intention of choosing this industry.

The king pigeon knows that so does himself.

In the face of Xuzi, when he has to decide his life in a short period of time, it is precisely in order not to leave a lifetime of regrets that he will choose to agree to the bet that seems to see the dawn of victory.

He has always known very well that if he shakes his head, he will live in sadness and self-blame for the rest of his life, and his whole life will live in regret and regret for why he didn't try to take that step.

Life is about constantly trying, challenging, and continuing to live in the midst of attempts and challenges.

The king pigeon got out of the car, carried his empty water cup and car keys, and returned to the team office.

Lin Yanwu was still here, chatting with Tie Jiao, who was still in the convoy, and He Sheng.

The other colleagues had already left the car, and only the two drivers were left in the room.

"It's quite fast, how is the situation?" Lin Yanwu asked.

"The old lady has a heart attack, I don't think it's too much. Still alive, in the rescue room. Wang Ge just wanted to pour himself a glass of water, but the empty cup was snatched by Lin Yanwu.

"If you are thirsty, drink some mung bean soup first, and after a long time, it will not be so cold. Lin Yanwu rinsed the cup for Wang Ge, poured the tea powder into the trash, and poured new tea from the tea cans on the table.

That pot of tea belongs to the iron rough, if someone else steals his tea, he will definitely nag for a long time, this Lin Yanwu took it in front of him, but this person smiled and didn't care at all.

"This society that looks at faces!" He Sheng complained on the side, looking at the tea in his cup, which was almost colorless.

The king pigeon has done so much for Lan Xin that he even dares to give his life

But when I turned my head and thought about it, if I missed Lin Yanwu in this life, would it be a pity?