Healing Doctor

Chapter 371 The Bed Meng Qing Couldn't Get

Although Meng Qingfei had the key, he didn't get the right answer in the blink of an eye.

He stood frozen outside the emergency room, watching the emergency physicians busy comforting patients and rushing to perform gastric lavage, while he quickly sorted out his own thoughts over and over again.

The patient does appear somewhat irritable. If his behavior when he was first brought to the hospital could be described as mild agitation, then it can now be described as moderate agitation.

Something's not right, something's really not right! Meng Qingfei gradually started to get an idea.

The heart rate on the electrocardiogram monitor had changed from 130 beats per minute to 138 beats per minute. The patient was waving his arms. Meng Qingfei had a sudden thought and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

"Hello, ICU, this is the emergency department." Meng Qingfei called the intensive care unit directly.

"We have a patient here who might need a bed. Please prepare for dialysis..."

"Huh? The bed is full?" Meng Qingfei said helplessly, his eyes fixed on the monitor.

If the ICU is full, there are several possibilities, the most likely being that the ICU doctors are unwilling to attend to you.

That side will most likely contain patients with slightly milder conditions, whose indications are hovering around the threshold for transfer out of the intensive care unit.

If someone is seriously ill, they might even be willing to squeeze in.

Adding a bed involved discussing it with the family of a patient who could be transferred out, coordinating with the receiving ward, and completing all the procedures in about half an hour.

However, sometimes, the condition of newly admitted patients is even less serious than that of patients transferred out, which is quite a blunder.

Similar things have happened before.

The ICU doctors don't act until they see results, and Meng Qingfei hadn't even received a definitive diagnosis yet, so he didn't have the confidence to yell at the ICU doctor on his phone—"Get me a bed right now!"

Meng Qingfei doesn't have that ability.

He hung up the phone with regret; the patient's heart rate on the electrocardiogram monitor had already reached 145 beats per minute.

What does a soaring heart rate and agitated patient really mean? Meng Qingfei's mind raced through one diagnosis after another, his hands unconsciously wiping the area around Bai Fu's buttocks.

"Director Bai, hello, I'm Ji Xiang."

Ji Xiang's voice interrupted Meng Qingfei's thoughts.

"I'm in the emergency room. There's a patient over here who doesn't look well, but I don't have time to go into details. Could you arrange for an ICU bed? The sooner the better, his heart rate is already 148 beats per minute."

"..." Meng Qingfei was stunned.

"Okay, if there's any need, we'll move them to the ICU immediately. We also need to prepare blood filtration equipment, a ventilator, and we'll talk about the rest later."

"Thank you, Director Bai."

After Ji Xiang hung up the phone, Meng Qingfei felt a mix of amusement and exasperation, followed by a few other thoughts.

He couldn't get an ICU bed himself, but a resident trainee could. That strange sense of dislocation made Meng Qingfei feel like this world didn't really exist.

"Xiao Ji, I was just asking casually. I'm not sure if there's a problem. I just wanted to assume that if needed, we could push it up." Meng Qingfei vigorously rubbed the white-clothed man's buttocks with both hands.

"I feel something is wrong with the patient, Professor Meng. I trust your judgment." Ji Xiang casually shifted the blame onto Meng Qingfei's head.

"..." Meng Qingfei was speechless.

The emergency room doctor was still busy and didn't have time to think. Not only her, but even Meng Qingfei, who was concentrating on his thoughts, didn't know what the patient's condition was.

A few minutes later, Lu Gang strode over.

"Xiao Ji, what are you doing now!" Lu Gang said, clearly displeased, before he even reached Ji Xiang.

"Teacher Lu, what brings you here?" Ji Xiang asked.

"Director Bai asked me to coordinate this," Lu Gang said as he walked into the emergency room. He saw an emergency physician connecting a QZD-B fully automatic high-efficiency gastric lavage machine, preparing to perform gastric lavage on a patient.

He inquired briefly about the situation and his expression darkened when he learned that the patient had ingested 300ml of floral water.

"Xiao Ji, stop fooling around. Do you know how important an ICU bed is?! How much work will Director Bai have to coordinate to get you one..."

He had just finished speaking when he saw Ji Xiang walk into the emergency room.

"Xiao Ji, don't go. What I'm about to tell you is very important." Lu Gang felt that Ji Xiang was avoiding his "reprimand," so he chased after him and continued, "There are quite a few patients who ingest floral water, mainly children. Floral water contains a lot of alcohol because..."

Before the words were even finished, the monitor started beeping loudly, sharp and irritating, drowning out the noise in the emergency room.

In an instant, the patient's electrocardiogram changed from sinus rhythm to atrial fibrillation, and the heart rate jumped from about 150 beats per minute to 180 beats per minute.

"Prepare for defibrillation!" Ji Xiang shouted.

He had already located the defibrillator, pulled it over, and ripped open the patient's shirt.

With a ripping sound, a button flew into Lu Gang's face, like a small pebble that knocked all of Lu Gang's words back.

Lu Gang is an academic and theoretical person, but not very strong in practical application.

He stared blankly as Ji Xiang applied conductive lotion to the patient's chest, turned on the defibrillator to start charging, and then placed one electrode plate under the sternum on the right side below the clavicle, while the other electrode was centered on the left mid-axillary line.

"Bang!"

The patient "jumped" on the stretcher.

It still didn't work; the heart rhythm was still atrial fibrillation. Ji Xiang repeated the previous step.

Lu Gang was utterly astonished.

The patient had only ingested a large amount of floral water; the emergency room doctors were already prepared to perform gastric lavage on him, so there shouldn't be any other possibilities.

Can toilet water cause sudden cardiac arrest?

No way!

Meng Qingfei was also stunned. He knew the patient had a problem, but he didn't know the patient had such a big problem.

A moment later, the patient suddenly changed from sinus rhythm to atrial fibrillation.

Meng Qingfei's hands were ice-cold, as if they had been placed in ice water, and they felt a chill. He rubbed the area around the white-clothed man's buttocks even faster with his hands.

"Excuse me, could you please move aside?" Zhao Zhe said.

Meng Qingfei and Lu Gang stepped aside and saw Zhao Zhe pulling the flatbed cart in.

Meanwhile, the patient's atrial fibrillation disappeared after three defibrillation attempts.

Ji Xiang and Zhao Zhe lifted the patient onto the stretcher. Seeing that the emergency room doctor was still in a daze, Ji Xiang immediately shouted, "Get the patient to the ICU, hurry up!"

The emergency room doctor almost relied on muscle memory to place the monitor on the stretcher, set up the barrier, and told the nurse to hurry up and follow with the emergency medicine kit.

Just as I stepped out of the emergency room, the electrocardiogram on the monitor became erratic for a moment, and then showed signs of flattening out.

Ji Xiang jumped up and straddled the patient's abdomen without hesitation, beginning chest compressions.

"Hurry, let's hurry!" Ji Xiang shouted while trying to save the patient.

The rumble of the flatbed cart echoed in the corridor, gradually fading away. Ji Xiang's last shouts for people to press the elevator button could still be heard, but he had already disappeared without a trace.

Meng Qingfei and the emergency room doctor stared blankly, unable to come to their senses.

(End of this chapter)