The patient with ventricular fibrillation lay before him, teetering on the edge of life and death.
The patient's family was vigorously performing chest compressions, battling against death, striving to reclaim the elder's life.
Two attempts at defibrillation had falled. Suspecting Insufficient defibrillation power, he wasn't sure what power level to use.
Garrett took a deep breath. Then, he slapped his space bag, releasing the dark gold skeleton, raising his voice:
"Can soone make a decision here? One of you brothers, co over here!"
The two brothers exchanged a glance. Then, the young knight bent down to take over the compressions, the middle-aged knight stopped, turned around, and quickly ca over:
"Master Nordmark?"
The dark gold skeleton passed by him. Garrett followed closely, shouting: "Take turns doing compressions with the knight! Press as deep as he does! Match his frequency!"
Cardiopulmonary resuscitation was extrely taxing on the doctor's physical strength, and regulations required it to be perford by two people taking turns.
While a knight's stamina might surpass that of an ordinary person, performing CPR on an 8th- level knight was particularly exhausting. Garrett didn't dare gamble the success rate of the rescue on the knight's endurance. He watched the dark gold skeleton take over the operation and Imdiately turned to the middle-aged knight, his tone urgent:
"Your father's heart is in trouble. It has completely stopped, and we can only maintain its activity through external compressions, pumping blood throughout the body. But this state can't last long-there is one way, which is to pass a strong current through the heart to forcibly activate it."
"Like what you just did?"
The middle-aged knight stared blankly at Garrett, as if there was still a flash of white electricity in his pupils. Garrett nodded affirmatively, speaking even faster:
"I tried twice Just now, possibly because the current wasn't strong enough, it didn't succeed. If we increase the current, it might work, but it could also severely damage the heart, and I don't know the correct current level."
The middle-aged knight reflexively opened his mouth, and not far away, the young knight's body stiffened. Fortunately, at this stage, the dark gold skeleton was handling the compressions, preventing a rescue accident.
Both brothers had the sa question spinning in their minds-
Ah
Don't know? How could you not know? Aren't you a spellcaster? A healer? Why don't you know?
But they knew, this was not the ti to question, not even to shout: that would only delay ti, reducing the chances of their father's successful rescue.
The middle-aged knight just nodded again, staring at Garrett, waiting for his next words. Sure enough, Garrett continued Imdiately:
"There are two options now: one is to continue external compressions along with healing spells to maintain vital signs until spontaneous heart rhythm recovers-or the rescue falls completely. The second-"
He quickly glanced at the screen showing ventricular fibrillation waves of varying shapes and sizes, speaking heavily:
"Increase the shock energy and continue attempting defibrillation during compression Intervals. Of course, the consequence could be severe damage to the heart, making it Irrecoverable."
He stared Intently into the middle-aged knight's eyes, just like he did in his previous life when faced with life-and-death decisions, explaining to family mbers as clearly and simply as possible:
"These are the two options. As family, I hope you can choose one. No matter which one you choose, we will do our best."
The middle-aged knight stared blankly at Garrett. Thump, thump, his heart pounded in his chest, deafening.
Five steps away, his brother was still alternating compressions with the skeleton, panting heavily;
Master Nordmark cast another healing spell, white light soothing their father's body, and on the screens nearby, there were still lines and numbers;
Their father lay there unaware, shuddering with each compression, yet showing no signs of regaining consciousness...
He gritted his teeth, clenched his fist. He stepped back half a step, deeply bowing to Garrett:
"Master, we are just knights and don't understand treatnt. Please proceed with the thod you deem effective, even if he cannot be saved..."
At this point, this man, a husband, a father, and a middle-aged man leading an elite squad In the army, couldn't help but feel his nose sting. He bowed deeply a second ti, and as his head lowered, two heavy tears fell to the ground:
"We are grateful to you!"
"Brother!"
"Shut up!"
The middle-aged knight shot a glare. Garrett tried not to look away, nodding quickly:
"Alright. Now, I need to know your father's weight."
"...Over 200 pounds? I'm not sure if he's reached 300..."
Okay, based on the Joules per kilogram formula, the shock energy can be increased a bit.
Garrett quickly calculated, asking the most critical question:
"An 8th-level knight, without using his own strength, relying only on his body, how many levels of electric spells can he resist?"
"First level, definitely no problem?" The middle-aged knight hesitated:
"I'm just a 6th-level knight, getting hit by lightning at most paralyzes , I recover after a mont. Second level might be too much, without fully activating my power, and
unprepared..."
So, that's the standard for a first-level electric spell. Garrett quickly calculated in his head, diverting so attention to monitoring the CPR. Every round of 5 sets, each set 30 chest compressions, 2 rescue breaths... 20, 21, 22... 29, 30-
"Stop! Clear!"
He shouted again. With a thought, the dark gold skeleton extended both arms, pushing the young knight backward...
Both man and skeleton staggered back, leaving the treatnt bed. Garrett rapidly adjusted the direct current defibrillation spell structure in his mind, Increasing the current, more, and
more...
"Direct current defibrillation, third ti, Electric Claw single-wave defibrillation, 720 Joules, start!TM
The ECG screen lit up. As the waveform on the screen reached a certain point, a particularly large lightning bolt, exceeding the first-level spell limit, shot out, striking the old knight's
chest.
Smoke curled up. Yet Garrett was delighted to find that the ECG waveform changed for a mont after the current hit... not back to sinus rhythm, but close, very close!
"Direct current defibrillation, fourth ti, Electric Claw single-wave defibrillation, 750 Joules,
start!TM
"Fifth ti... 780 Joules!"
Three currents quickly followed. After the final lightning strike, the ECG waveform finally
returned!
Sinus rhythm!
Though not entirely normal, with Issues like myocardial hypertrophy unresolved, at least spontaneous rhythm had successfully returned. Another hurdle overco!
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