On the system panel in the upper right corner of Zheng Ren's field of vision, there are several words with blood drops of aortic dissection aneurysm (type I).

Aortic dissection aneurysm refers to the blood in the aortic cavity entering the aortic middle membrane from the tear of the aortic endometrium, separating the middle membrane and expanding along the long axis of the aorta to form a separation state between the true and false aortic wall.

It is mainly common in hypertension and arteriosclerosis, and is an acute and critical condition with a probability of 100,000 to 1 in 200,000.

Although the probability of labeling is extremely low, it is not uncommon in hospitals.

The city has millions of people and dozens of people are ill every year, so clinicians related to aortic dissection aneurysms are afraid of it.

In Haicheng, this disease... cannot be cured.

As for the provincial capital, if type I aortic dissection aneurysm undergoes surgical surgery, there is not much chance of survival.

Because this is the largest surgery in cardiothoracic surgery, besides heart transplantation, and even the complexity of heart transplantation is not as good as the surgery for type I aortic dissection aneurysms.

Zheng Ren's heart rate suddenly rose to 122 times per minute, he immediately stood up, held the back of the seat with his hands, and quickly moved to Cui Heming.

Cui Heming was sweating profusely, a little anxious, his face pale, like a fish on the shore, gasping heavily.

"Quiet, be sure to keep it quiet." Zheng Ren said in a deep voice: "Don't be nervous, I'm here."

Cui Heming stretched out his hand and grabbed Zheng Ren tightly, as if the drowning man grabbed the last straw.

"Flight attendant, I am a doctor. Is there a place to lie flat?" Zheng Ren asked.

The flight attendant was already frightened when he saw Cui Heming's appearance.

She had never seen a person appear so terrifying and had no idea. When Zheng Ren asked, she subconsciously pointed to the first class in front and said, "The chair on that side can be placed flat as much as possible."

"Please go and prepare, I'll comfort him and go over."

Zheng Ren knew that the most taboo thing about aortic dissection aneurysm is to sit up or stand up suddenly.

A sudden change in blood pressure may lead to a complete tear of the aorta.

Once the aorta is torn, there is no chance of rescue!

"Cui Heming, do you know who I am?" Zheng Ren looked at Cui Heming's eyes and asked seriously.

"You are Doctor Zheng." Cui Heming's lips trembled, and sweat beads dripped from his forehead and his temples dripped.

"You don't have to say anything. I have very good medical skills. Please believe me, okay?" Zheng Ren said.

This sentence is just a psychological hint. But at this time, those who can say such words are responsible.

Cui Heming felt uncomfortable, but grasping Zheng Ren's hand made him feel safe in a trance.

The helplessness that night, the praise of the old professor of the Imperial Capital Hospital, the banner in his hand, and the thanks from the patients outside the emergency building of the First Hospital of the City were all the cornerstones of this sense of security.

He nodded hard.

"Please relax, don't be nervous, I'll carry you to lie in front for a while." Zheng Ren's hand held Cui Heming's hand tightly, giving him a sense of trustworthy security, and then shouted loudly: "Miss Flight attendant, do you have a stretcher?"

"Yes, yes." The flight attendant said quickly.

There are stretchers on the plane, but most people have never seen them.

No one hopes that they will have the chance to see it.

"Su Yun, help me!" Zheng Ren's voice was not loud, but he was very determined and command-line.

Su Yun didn't take off his headphones until this time and looked back.

He didn't know what was going on yet, and he was a little puzzled. However, the command in Zheng Ren's words was obvious, and the aura of the superior doctor was fully displayed.

Su Yun had no time to identify what was going on, so he immediately assisted the flight attendant to carry the stretcher to Cui Heming.

"Relax, relax, breathe normally, don't take deep breaths." Zheng Ren said softly, as if a psychologist was hypnotizing the patient.

Zheng Ren once taught himself a little psychology tutorial, but he couldn't help but use it.

I just hope that Cui Heming's blood pressure will not rise due to nervousness.

Once the aorta is cleaved...

It's over!

I don’t know if it was Zheng Ren’s psychological suggestion that had the effect or the infinite charm attributes given by the system tasks. Cui Heming’s breathing gradually stabilized and his face was not that ugly.

But the interrupted and severe pain was still stimulating him.

One minute later, Zheng Ren judged that Cui Heming's condition was still stable, so he carefully helped him onto the stretcher.

When we arrived at the first class, the flight attendant had already placed an idle seat as flat as possible.

"What happened?" asked a passenger in the first class.

Zheng Ren glanced at the middle-aged man who was on the plane with his old man with advanced lung cancer.

"High blood pressure, some minor problems, it's okay." Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.

The man saw Cui Heming's condition and came to help immediately.

The blood pressure on the lying flat is relatively stable than the sitting position, otherwise Zheng Ren would not have taken a big risk to make such a thing.

However, the conditions on the plane are indeed limited, so I can only try to make Cui Heming feel more comfortable.

"Do you have a blood pressure monitor?" Zheng Ren asked.

The middle-aged woman had already taken out a portable blood pressure monitor from the first aid kit. Su Yun immediately took it and began to measure Cui Heming's blood pressure.

"I look wrong. Do you know what disease is?" After lifting Cui Heming to the chair and lying down, Zheng Ren was pulled aside by the middle-aged man and asked in a low voice.

"Aortic dissection, type 1." Zheng Ren's lips moved slightly a few times.

The middle-aged man's face suddenly changed and became serious.

"Are you?" Zheng Ren asked, staring at the first aid kit he was carrying.

"I am a doctor in the Department of Thoracic Surgery of the Second Hospital of Medical University, Xia Hua." Xia Hua stretched out his hand.

Zheng Ren also stretched out his hand, shook it with him, and said, "Haicheng First Hospital, Zheng Ren. Do you have any medicine there?"

"There are oral antihypertensive drugs, no intravenous pumps and intravenous drugs." Xia Hua was a little embarrassed.

"Just have it, beta blockers and vasodilators, doubling the dose orally. Are there any analgesics?" Zheng Ren took on the burden of commanding and rescue without hesitation.

Xia Hua was stunned for a moment, and this tone... seemed to be the director of his department.

It seems that Zheng Ren is only in his twenties and less than thirty years old, where does he get such confidence?

Not to mention on a plane that lacks medical treatment or medicine, even in the cardiothoracic surgery ward of the Second Hospital of Medical University, he was not sure that the patient in front of him could be rescued.

This kind of confidence... is really inexplicable.

However, Xia Hua did not speak, but came to the rescue box he brought to take out Betalek, nitroglycerin and analgesic drugs, and asked the flight attendant for a bottle of water and took it to Cui Heming.

"Blood pressure 195/125." Su Yun took the blood pressure and came to Zheng Ren and said in a low voice.

No one made a loud noise, for fear that a certain sentence would stimulate Cui Heming and make his blood pressure continue to soar.

Zheng Ren felt cold in his heart.

With such high blood pressure and no intravenous drugs pumped in, Cui Heming may die directly over time every minute and every second.
Chapter completed!