When Mindlevin took off the stethoscope, his fingertips still felt cold to the touch of metal. The shadowless lights in the emergency room were blindingly bright, illuminating the red bloodshot eyes under his eyes - he had been standing for two hours since he received this patient with acute myocardial infarction and ventricular fibrillation at one o'clock in the morning. The hem of his white coat was stained with traces of iodine that he had not had time to wipe off, and his collar was soaked with cold sweat.
"The blood pressure has risen to 90/60, the heart rate is 110, and spontaneous breathing has resumed." Nurse Xiao Chen's voice was trembling slightly as if she had survived a disaster, and the infusion pump in her hand was still ticking regularly. "Director Min, I have defibrillated three times and the thrombolytic dose has been adjusted as you said. Now..."
"Check the electrolytes, especially potassium ions." Mindlevin interrupted her and leaned over to look at the gradually stabilizing waveform on the ECG monitor. He tapped his fingertips on the edge of the medical record folder. "The patient has a history of diabetes. His blood sugar soared to 13.8 During the defibrillation. Contact the endocrinology department for consultation and go now. In addition, let the family members come in - don't let his wife look first. The son is outside. Ask him to come in and I will tell him."
