Chapter 25: The Life-Saving Congee
As Ye Nan poured the medicine down, all three of them stared at the old man's mouth with wide eyes, secretly praying that he wouldn't spit it out again.
At this moment, time was passing as slowly as a year, the three of them were holding their breath with bated eyes, counting down the seconds ticking away.
It finally took half a minute, and the old man did not disappoint everyone. He stopped vomiting blood and lay on the bed with a pale face. The three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief and put down their hearts that had been suspended in mid-air.
The family members outside saw that the old man was no longer vomiting blood and their tense expressions also relaxed one after another.
Ye Nan felt a bit relieved at this time, but he knew that he had to hurry up and transfuse the old man with blood to make up for what he had just lost, otherwise the old man could still die from hypovolemic shock!
Ye Nan looked at the large pool of fresh blood on the ground and estimated that the old man had vomited nearly a thousand milliliters. If they didn't continue to rescue him, it would be over. He hastily ordered the two nurses who were already visibly relaxing: "Get someone to go to the blood bank and match the blood! Hurry up and bring three units of red blood cells over!"
Two nurses heard Ye Nan's reminder and suddenly came to their senses, realizing that the danger had not yet passed. One of them quickly ran off to fetch blood while the other waited for Ye Nan's further instructions!
"Establish a second venous access immediately, hang 5% glucose 500ml plus Shenmai 30ml, and then push omeprazole 40mg for gastrointestinal protection and hemostasis!"
After finishing the handover, Ye Nan quickly rushed out of the ward and brought a monitor from the emergency room to put on the patient.
He glanced at the blood pressure displayed on the monitor: 60/40 mmHg, and Ye Nan's heart quickened. He was about to reach shock-inducing blood pressure levels, but the nurse who had gone to fetch blood had not returned yet.
Helpless, I had to take rapid fluid resuscitation to prevent shock, and instructed the nurse: "Speed up the infusion rate, above 80 drops/min!"
It was just fine, and in less than two minutes, the nurse who took the blood came back panting, holding the blood. Seeing the blood, Ye Nan's heart skipped a beat with joy, and he quickly asked the nurse to hang it up.
As he watched the dark red blood flowing rapidly in a line from the transfusion tube into the patient's blood vessels, Fang Nan also secretly let out a breath of relief. As long as the patient no longer spat up blood now, they had temporarily passed the critical period.
The patient's condition has stabilized a lot, and two nurses divided one to take care of other wards, leaving one with Ye Nan together.
Until he saw the patient's blood pressure rise to 85/60 mmHg on the monitor, Ye Nan finally breathed a sigh of relief, instructing the nurse to stay here and gesturing for several family members to follow him to the office.
Ye Nan carefully flipped through the medical records and suddenly discovered that Hong Chi had only written "serious illness" but not "critical condition", fortunately, they had already signed a conversation record, and the possibility of massive bleeding had been clearly discussed with the patient's family members, who had also signed.
It wasn't until now that Ye Nan secretly wiped the sweat and let out a sigh of relief, making it easier to talk to his family members, at least they wouldn't question him about the sudden appearance of blood.
Ye Nan thought for a moment, feeling that he still had to find out the reason why the patient suddenly vomited blood. He looked at several family members and asked: "When I came to see him this afternoon, he was still fine. Did the old man do any strenuous exercise before vomiting blood?"
The family member shook his head and said: "No, my dad has been sitting on the bed without moving! He was still eating porridge before vomiting blood, he didn't do anything else!"
"Rice porridge?" Ye Nan's eyes widened as he thought, "Gastrointestinal bleeding requires absolute fasting, now we've found the reason!"
He hastily took another look at Hong Chi's medical orders, fortunately it was clearly written that he was not allowed to eat, but Ye Nan was still a bit worried, fearing that the nurse had not informed them clearly, so he casually asked: "Didn't the nurse tell you old folks that you can't eat anything?"
Several family members looked at each other, nodded hastily: "The nurse said so, but the old man said he felt much better and wanted to eat something, so we cooked some porridge at home and brought it here while it's still hot!"
"Hot porridge..." Ye Nan wiped the sweat again, thinking: "No wonder it would lead to massive gastric bleeding. The blood vessels in the stomach lining had already ruptured. Luckily, the medicine was able to stop the bleeding, but then something hot stimulated the blood vessels, causing them to expand and rupture several more large blood vessels. How could there not be bleeding?! Fortunately, the nurses had all been informed, otherwise this responsibility would not be small."
To prevent such a problem from happening again, Ye Nan hastily instructed once more: "This time it was because of eating hot congee that led to the bleeding. From now on, we can't give Grandpa and Grandma anything to eat, not even water, only cooled boiled water, got it?"
Upon hearing Ye Nan say this, the family members were filled with regret and hastily agreed not to give the elderly person anything to eat again, promising to follow the doctor's instructions from then on.
Ye Nan saw that several people had heard clearly, so he didn't entangle in this aspect anymore. He took out the critically ill notice, filled it out and handed it to the family members for signature.
"Your old man has just had another massive hemorrhage, you've all seen it, this kind of situation is extremely dangerous. Although it's temporarily stopped for now, who knows when it will happen again? Once such a situation occurs, there's always the possibility of endangering his life at any time. So please sign below to represent that I have already informed you of the severity of your old man's illness!"
A few people hesitated for a moment, but still signed their names. The old man's son looked at Ye Nan with a flattering smile and said: "Doctor Ye, thank you so much today! We are laymen and don't understand anything, please take care of us. My father's illness will still require your attention!"
Ye Nan smiled and nodded: "Don't worry about this, in our hospital, we will try our best to cure the old man's illness!"
He said here, his tone changed and he solemnly said: "It's just that your family's old master's illness is indeed more serious, so we can't guarantee it either. This point still needs to be understood by you!"
Several family members nodded: "That's it, that's it..."
Ye Nan and his family finished talking, then rushed to the ward to take a look. The old man's condition had improved significantly, with blood pressure and other indicators returning to normal. After giving a few more instructions, he walked out amidst the family's gratitude.
It's strange to say, but the effect of that knife-shaped token is actually quite good. Since then, the old man hasn't coughed up blood again, and even the several stool tests he did didn't have any red blood cells. It can be said that he benefited from the disaster.
Hong Chi was confused by the development of the patient's condition, and finally didn't believe it, so he took the old man to do a gastroscopy, and found that he had completely recovered.
This matter thoroughly shocked Hong Chi, now she spends all day moving the old man's medical records to study, saying that perhaps a good treatment for gastric ulcers can be found from this case, which makes other colleagues also feel itchy in their hearts, and they all flock together to discuss and research...
Only Ye Nan was standing beside him, secretly laughing to himself...
