Chapter 1658 Postoperative Lower Limb Paralysis

After reading Director Mao, Lao He went back to the anesthesiology department. Emergency surgery, as long as there are no major problems, it is impossible not to accept it.

What's more, Director Mao is young, in good physical condition, and in critical condition, so he can be regarded as a "standard" emergency patient.

While returning to the department, Lao He reported to Director Xu.

This kind of thing is like this, disturbing people's dreams in the middle of the night, they will definitely be scolded. But once he didn't make a phone call, the next day, Director Xu would most likely exhort the old man to congratulate him with joy.

This life, why is it so bitter, Lao He is very helpless.

Sure enough, when it was reported that Director Mao of the Science and Education Department wanted emergency surgery, Director Xu was just very unhappy, um ah ah a few times, signaled that he knew, and hung up the phone.

Wait for the patient to be delivered, Lao He is waiting for him.

Although it was only acute appendicitis and all that was needed was epidural anesthesia, Lao He did not dare to take it lightly.

He carefully searched for the rescue medication first, and then checked the machine again, and then he was relieved.

I haven't been very lucky in this life, so Lao He is used to being careful.

Recalling the scene where he and Boss Zheng went to Nanyang and the Affiliated Hospital of Imperial Medical University, Lao He was a little happy and almost whistled.

When will Boss Zheng be able to stand on his own? If that's the case, just follow the past, and the days will be as beautiful as they are.

Even if I squat in the operating room every day, I am willing.

Soon, Director Mao was sent, and Lao He was going to give Director Mao an epidural anesthesia.

The hair division was in poor condition, unresponsive, and had a low neurological reflex score.

"Old Wu, why do I feel something is wrong?" Lao He did not worry about anesthesia, but asked after Professor Wu came up.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't move anymore. I asked her to turn over and she didn't move." Lao He looked at Director Mao with some anxiety.

"It's infectious shock." Professor Wu also felt very innocent. He sighed and said in a low voice: "4...5 hours ago, I suggested emergency surgery, and I had to stand up. It turned out to be quite perforated, if it weren't for the nurse. If the doctor finds it in time, it may not be what will happen tomorrow."

Lao He frowned, thinking of Boss Zheng very much in his heart.

Today, he always feels that something is wrong. It may also be that it is too comfortable to be paired with Boss Zheng, and it is not used to change.

Unable to delay, Lao He could only give Director Mao an epidural with the assistance of Professor Wu and the hospital chief.

The operation went well, and the appendix did not hide in a naughty way.

It turned out that he thought too much, and Lao He let out a sigh of relief.

Under the endoscope, the perforation of the appendix was very heavy, and it took a lot of work to remove the appendix and deal with the infection in the abdominal cavity.

After sending Director Mao back, Lao He let out a sigh of relief.

Another patient with thoracic trauma came, Lao He didn't have time to think about it, and hurriedly went to anesthesia.

It was a busy night, and I didn't sleep well until 6:00 in the morning.

When he was all done, Lao He took a sip of water and calmed down. I am still very old. When I first went to work, I had an operation overnight, and I was able to play basketball the next day.

But now the spirit head really can't keep up.

Feeling slightly uneasy in his heart, Lao He stroked the patients he had done at night from the beginning.

Logically, there is nothing wrong.

It was because he was over-hearted, Lao He sighed, lay down and wanted to take a nap, and then went home after work. I felt a little regretful that there was no emergency surgery at night without Boss Zheng's desk.

As soon as he lay down, before he could close his eyes, the phone rang frantically.

Lao He trembled in his heart, and his hunch might have come true.

He quickly picked up the phone and glanced at it, it was a special needs ward.

He hurriedly connected, "Hello?"

"Dr. He from the Department of Anesthesiology?" It was the voice of a girl, probably a nurse in the special needs ward.

"What is wrong with me?"

"Professor Wu asked me to call you for emergency consultation."

"What happened?"

"Director Mao is incontinent." The little nurse said in a low voice.

"..."

Lao He's brain "buzzed".

What appeared in his mind was the puncture of the epidural anesthesia, which damaged the blood vessels, compressed the spinal cord, and caused the patient to have paraplegia of both lower limbs...

Jumping up from the bed all of a sudden, Lao He felt that his eyes were swaying, and he almost fell to the ground because of orthostatic hypotension.

Putting on clothes indiscriminately, Lao He trotted all the way to the special needs ward in the shortest time.

The atmosphere was depressing, and the little nurses in the corridor who were changing dressings for patients were silent and in a hurry.

Lao He rushed to Director Mao's ward and saw Professor Wu's face sinking like water, and he was doing a physical examination.

Director Mao was sobbing, it seemed that he couldn't take such a big blow, and the whole person was already in a state of absence.

During Professor Wu's physical examination, no matter what she said, she seemed to be unaware and uncooperative.

In fact, she doesn't need her cooperation. The reflexes of both lower limbs are extremely weak. This is an objective fact.

Professor Wu glanced at Lao He and took a half step back.

Lao He still refused to believe it, so he did a physical examination himself.

Sure enough, both lower limbs are paraplegic!

Consider it a thoracic and lumbar issue.

Not to mention the paralyzed person, is he the director of the science and education department of this hospital, a good patient, if he says he is paraplegic, he is paraplegic? There is no explanation for this, nowhere can it make sense!

Lao He's face was pale, and his hands began to tremble.

"Lao He, let's accompany you to do a CT." Professor Wu didn't fall into the trap, and now the two of them are grasshoppers tied together.

Even if it is determined to be an anesthesia problem, Professor Wu is doomed.

Diagnose it first, and then... we can talk about it later.

Lao He nodded.

With a drip, Director Mao was sent to the CT room.

When the image appeared in front of him, Lao He's legs softened and his eyes went black.

There is an obvious space-occupying change in the 8-9 segments of the thorax.

Because it was an epidural anesthesia for the lower abdomen, Lao He clearly remembered that he chose the needle in the chest 12-lumbar 1 position.

Where did it really touch, causing the hematoma and compressing the nerve?

Professor Wu also saw the film and shook his head. He took a light breath, patted Lao He on the shoulder, and led someone to send Director Mao back.

Lao He sat in the CT room for a while in a daze, his mind confused.

He didn't think about anything, he just sat in the chair in a daze.

The doctor in the CT room knew Lao He. He came out after work, patted Lao He on the shoulder, and sighed.

"Lao He, go back and rest, the chair on my side is cold. You... pay more attention to your body."

Old He Muran.

"Would you like to go to my duty room to take a break?" He asked again when he saw that Lao He was in a wrong state and was afraid that something would happen to him.

Lao He was sad, smiled bitterly, and said, "I'm fine, just take a break."

Another emergency patient came for a CT scan. He didn't have time to comfort Lao He any more, so he turned around and went to work.

Lao He was depressed.

I just hugged Boss Zheng's thigh, how could such a big thing happen...

Boss Zheng?

Lao He suddenly remembered that simple and honest smiling face.

ask?

He shouldn't think he's not good enough.

Do not ask?

Such a big thing, what if there is a turnaround?

Lao He struggled for nearly a minute before picking up the phone and dialing out.