Chapter 949: Chapter 813: I Don’t Understand Cardiac Arrest?_2 Chapter 949: Chapter 813: I Don’t Understand Cardiac Arrest?_2 “Willpower! You need to have willpower!”
Old Song reminded his wife.
Yao Xiurong paced in front of the operating room door. At that mont, a graduate student, who had just rushed back to the ward, hurried out, and another hurried in.
“How’s the surgery going inside? Has the heart stopped beating?”
“It’s been stopped for quite a while now. Hurry inside and take a look.”
“I’ve just finished.”
“Move faster, if you don’t hurry up, it’ll be too late.”
Yao Xiurong wanted to grab a graduate student to ask what was happening, but the one who ca out had already entered the elevator, and the one who had gone in was already inside; the door was firmly shut.
“Cardiac arrest?”
Yao Xiurong was taken aback. Cardiac arrest was the cessation of heartbeat—in other words, wasn’t the person gone?
Yao Xiurong felt like she understood everything and couldn’t hold back anymore; she began pounding on the door of the operating room, bang bang bang!
Old Song pulled her away: “What are you doing? Have you gone mad? This is an operating room, where your son is having surgery.”
“The heart has stopped beating, yet no one cos out to tell us how it’s going. You just stand there, doing nothing. Don’t you care at all? Do you have a heart of stone? Our son is inside there!” Yao Xiurong yelled.
“Did you even listen to what the doctor said before the surgery? This surgery requires the heart to be stopped before it can be perford; it’s not the first ti. The previous three surgeries were the sa,” Old Song tried his best to explain.
Yao Xiurong, frantic, couldn’t tell east from west. Because of her anxiety, she never really listened during the pre-surgery talks: “So you understand everything, do you? You know it all, and I know nothing, right? Don’t I understand what cardiac arrest is?”
Without thinking about anything else, Yao Xiurong kept knocking on the door forcefully. Soon, the door opened, and a nurse ca out, wearing a mask and a sterile cap.
“What’s going on? Don’t knock like that. They’re performing surgery inside, and you could disturb the doctors,” said the nurse.
Old Song imdiately apologized and pulled Yao Xiurong aside: ‘I’m sorry, so sorry!’
Yao Xiurong shrugged off Old Song’s hand: “How is Song Hanhui doing inside? It’s been over three hours, and there’s been no sign of anything. We are his parents; we’re really worried.”
“The surgery is still in progress inside, and everything is going smoothly,” the nurse explained.
“The heart has already stopped, and yet you say everything is going smoothly? Are you saying that the heart has indeed stopped beating?” Yao Xiurong pressed with an insistent tone.
The young nurse was also disoriented by the sudden questioning: “Yes, the heart is currently in a state of arrest—”
Yao Xiurong’s head spun; the nurse quickly supported her: “What’s wrong with you? Are you okay?”
“How can the heart just stop—” Yao Xiurong’s complexion turned deathly pale as she fainted in the nurse’s arms.
The nurse finally understood the misunderstanding; every parent of a child with congenital heart disease knew what it was about, so how could she not?
Worried about her child’s surgery, Yao Xiurong had no appetite that morning and had skipped breakfast; now she was experiencing a hypoglycemic reaction from the stress.
With experience, the nurse knew it was hypoglycemia just by looking at the symptoms and imdiately called out: “Soone co quickly, rescue!”
This was the operating room, not a ward. Everyone was busy with surgeries, but when the nurse shouted, a doctor ran out. The nurse said, “Quick, set up a bottle of glucose.”
Old Song was really speechless. She knew she had hypoglycemia but still skipped breakfast, claiming anxiety for their child. Wasn’t this just chaos? They were running a smooth operation inside, and now with her crying and causing a scene, the doctors and nurses had to divert staff to rescue a family mber.
If it hadn’t been his own wife, Old Song really felt like giving her a kick. The intention might have been good, worrying about their child, but the end result? It was nothing but trouble.
This wasn’t the first ti it happened. When their child had just started elentary school and was performing poorly academically, his wife and her parents discussed and tried to find a solution. Eventually, following a health product seller’s advice, her parents bought a course of “smart drugs” for twenty-eight thousand yuan.
If the “smart drugs” were simply made of flour, it wouldn’t have been so bad, but they contained substances like stimulants—completely harmful stuff. When Old Song found out, he adamantly refused to let their child take them.
Consequently, his wife and her parents felt aggrieved, claiming that they spent their savings to buy the dicine for the child, and yet their efforts weren’t appreciated. The sellers of the health products had claid it was the latest product from abroad, not available to the average person.
My goodness, they even believed what people selling health products were saying!
As a result, this caused a dispute with his in-laws. They tried several tis to secretly give the drugs to the child, but Old Song found out each ti. They even accused Old Song of lacking compassion, of not understanding an elderly person’s intentions, and taking their goodwill for granted.
And isn’t this situation the sa? It’s true she was anxious, but wasn’t this anxiety only causing more trouble? Such instances hadn’t been few.
The doctors and nurses imdiately began on-the-spot rescue efforts for Yao Xiurong, giving her a few sips of glucose and then oxygen through a nasal cannula. About ten minutes later, Yao Xiurong woke up, “How’s my child—”
“The surgery is still underway; don’t panic.”
“You’re deceiving . The heart has stopped beating; how can I not panic?”
The nurse couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the sa ti: “Before the surgery, the doctor should have told you that it’s necessary to intentionally cause cardiac arrest during this type of surgery, and then to restart the heart afterwards. It’s a normal part of the procedure.”
“How can soone live with a stopped heart? You’re treating like a three-year-old child. If there’s no heartbeat, can that still be considered living? Let go in and have a look.” Yao Xiurong felt relentless, convinced that the doctors and nurses were deceiving her.
Old Song shouted, “What’s all this commotion about? The surgery is going well, and you’re causing a scene—would that make you happy?”
“What are you talking about? I’m worried, and you’re here humming songs without a care. Is that how a father should act?”
Yao Xiurong was so infuriated by Old Song that she spat out blood. The child’s heart had stopped, yet he showed no reaction and was spinning in circles, blindsided by the doctors and nurses.
Old Song was so infuriated by Yao Xiurong that he almost spat out blood. Her mind was woefully ignorant; during the doctor’s talk, she’d just cried, not paying attention to a single word. Now, she still didn’t understand the aning of cardiac arrest. Old Song could have recited the general steps of the surgery by heart.
The rage he felt during the “smart drug” incident was flaring up again; Old Song nearly spewed out a mouthful of old blood.
Fear not the godly opponent, but the pig teammate!
And a pig teammate cultivated over a thousand years no less!
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“What’s the situation outside?”
Academician Wang asked. Although no sound could be heard from outside the operating room, he had just learned from the patrolling nurse that a family mber had fainted at the door of the operating room and was being rescued.
“Is the family mber okay?”
Yang Ping knew of the incident as well and inquired.
Because Xiao Su was on leave, the instruntal nurse was Zhou Can, and the patrolling nurse was the newly arrived nurse Wang Xiaowen. Wang Xiaowen said, “Hypoglycemia. She just woke up after a few sips of glucose. She should be alright.”
“I heard she was banging on the operating room door, making a fuss to be let in,” Wang Xiaowen added.
Song Zimo couldn’t understand why the family mber suddenly behaved so uncharacteristically: “Why would she want to co in?”
“She says her child’s heart has already stopped beating, and that we didn’t inform her in ti—”
“How could this happen? Weren’t they clearly inford during the pre-surgery talk? Cardiac arrest is a normal part of the procedure.”
The pre-surgery talk had been conducted by Song Zimo himself: “I did speak with them, and very explicitly at that. I emphasized it repeatedly and ntioned that there is a very small chance that the heart may not restart after the arrest, but that possibility is extrely slight. They all said they understood and then signed the consent forms.”
“Then how could there be a misunderstanding?”
“I don’t understand either.”
“Earlier, the nurse clearly took care of informing them about the preoperative fasting orders, but they still violated the instructions and ate in secret. I heard that it was his mother who sneakily gave Song Hanhui the egg yolk pies; his father didn’t know. She was afraid her child might be hungry and thought a little food wouldn’t be an issue.”
“How do you know that?”
“Today, the infant in the next bed was being moved back to the regular ward. The infant’s parents told the nurse in charge that his mom packed everything up to take away, and she sneakily tucked two egg yolk pies under the pillow before leaving.”
Isn’t that just harming soone?
It’s hard to say what to think about these parents. They seem to care for their child, but in reality, they’re harming him. This was luckily discovered in advance. If it hadn’t been detected and the child underwent anesthesia for surgery, causing vomiting and suffocation, an actual death by suffocation could have occurred. That would have been disastrous.
“The infant’s parents told the nurse not to tell anyone, or else the child’s father would definitely scold the mother,” said the graduate student.
At these words, Liang Fatty imdiately put down his cross-legged posture and checked the child’s endotracheal tube and the monitoring data on the screen, ensuring the blood oxygen saturation was normal. Fatty couldn’t help but sweat.
“Fatty, is everything alright?”
Seeing Fatty’s sudden movent, Yang Ping asked.
Fatty, who had always been confident in his anesthetic work, couldn’t speak with his usual assurance: “For now, yes!”
That’s because he didn’t know if the child had any food in his stomach. If there was food, it would be like a ticking ti bomb.
Academician Wang wanted to step out and scold Song Hanhui’s parents, but it was a critical mont in the surgery, and he didn’t want to miss it. Besides, Song Hanhui’s mother was already fine, and Academician Wang didn’t want to go out anymore.
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