My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 1310 - 517: Zhou Can the Madman, Disaster Triggered by Venipuncture

"Sir, the patient you want to visit is in that bed."

Spotting Zhou Can glancing around the ward upon entry, the nurse figured he was hunting for his target patient.

All patients admitted here must get their hair and nails clipped spotless.

They emerge completely bald, while others are swathed in bandages resembling mummies, rendering them tough to identify.

"Oh, okay!"

Zhou Can had already surmised the distant bed belonged to Deputy Director Lu. A cluster of doctors and nurses hustled around it, deploying an array of emergency interventions.

Xiang Fei, famed as the "Nemesis of King Yan," took charge as the lead supervisor.

He dove right into the demanding rescue operations himself.

"You can only stand by and watch, but be sure not to interfere with the medical staff’s rescue efforts."

Fearing Zhou Can might stir up issues, the nurse warned him ahead of time.

"Understood."

Zhou Can proceeded toward the bed.

Clad in a single-use sterile gown, he was instantly pegged by the staff as a relative on a ward visit.

Absorbed in their duties, nobody spared him a second thought.

Just the escort nurse lingered nearby. Relative visits demanded dedicated staff supervision. This guarded against relatives unwittingly fiddling with fellow patients’ ventilators, blood perfusion setups, dialysis equipment, or monitoring gear—meddling that could spell doom for those teetering on the brink.

That’s a prime reason ICU teams dread family intrusions.

Ushering in unknowns unleashes a slew of hidden perils.

Workloads were crushing enough without siphoning energy to shepherd visitors. No wonder reluctance ran deep.

Nearing bed 13, Zhou Can drew a swift halt from the nurse, who ordered him to hold back.

Deputy Director Lu lay shorn of hair on the bed, exposing a stark hematoma from head trauma at the skull’s rear. His face bore a deathly pallor, utterly devoid of spark.

Furthermore, his right hand dangled awkwardly at his side; Zhou Can’s diagnostic savvy screamed fracture.

His legs bore ugly hematomas too, both appearing fractured to varying extents.

These breaks plus the occipital hematoma painted a clear picture of Deputy Director Lu’s impact pose.

Legs struck ground first, body teetered off-kilter, colossal force hurled it down. Right hand shot out instinctively to brace, snapping under strain. Back of head then crashed into unyielding surface.

Yet the landing zone seemed flat—think concrete or equivalent.

Rocks or protruding edges would’ve sliced skin open with profuse bleeding.

Flat impacts alone spawn such broad hematomas.

Bruised blood pooled thick beneath the dermis.

Deciphering Deputy Director Lu’s plunge dynamics boosted Zhou Can’s rescue optimism tremendously.

Anatomically, the occiput hugs vital brain matter close.

Fights and skirmishes ban strikes to back-of-head or male groin—prime weak zones.

A vicious occipital thump sparks blackout or instant demise with ease.

Deputy Director Lu’s wound zeroed in on the occipital bone.

Parietal bone took a hit too.

Fall’s collision force loomed immense by all accounts.

Legs-first? Tough call absent eyewitness testimony.

Cerebellum, cerebrum, pineal gland—all potentially hammered and ravaged. Skull bleed locale? Bleed variety? Visual inspection falls short.

Diffuse hemorrhage odds soared high.

Intracranial arterial burst could spawn focal or scattered bleeds too, naturally.

Zhou Can scanned the monitor screens and gauges, relentless alarms blaring: Deputy Director Lu’s blood oxygen, heart rate, blood pressure, respiration, brain waves—every metric haywire.

Dire straits dwarfed wildest fears.

Central venous pressure tracked, ventilator humming away.

Deputy Director Lu’s woes piled sky-high, yet nailing the coma culprit might unravel the bulk effortlessly. Fixating on blood pressure alone, or breaths, or lone blood oxygen glitches? Classic case of missing the forest amid the trees.

Doctors at or below the chief physician rank frequently commit this classic error.

Their constrained skill in applying clinical knowledge hinders a broad diagnostic perspective, readily locking their thoughts into a tight, limited channel.

Xiang Fei, holding the position of chief physician in the Intensive Care Medicine Department of the Provincial People’s Hospital, stood out as an exceptional authority without question.

His diagnostic reasoning clearly exceeded chief-level prowess.

His accumulation of clinical expertise proved extraordinarily vast.

At this moment, his leadership in the rescue effort centered on symptom-targeted therapy, striving to elevate the patient’s blood oxygen levels, steady the heart rate, boost blood pressure, support respiration, and similar measures.

This approach ranks as the standard rescue tactic most widely adopted in Western medicine’s clinical settings.

Any faltering vital sign received his prompt intervention to restore it.

For emergency interventions with critically ill patients, this remained the supreme rescue technique.

Given sufficient time, superior-tier rescue options would become feasible.