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"Defibrillation!"

After the suturing was completed, Wen Wanwan stepped aside and pushed the defibrillator over.

Don't look at those messy people in TV dramas who use this thing to make a stopped heart beat again.

This is called a defibrillator!
Not called a heartbeat restorer!
The essence of this thing is to use electric current to restore the disordered heart to stability.

"Two hundred and two, first time, stay away!"

The medical staff were extremely skilled in their operations, and with a calm voice, the two volunteers quickly moved out of the way.

"Two hundred and three, the second time, stay away!"

"Two hundred and four, the third time, stay away!"

After three consecutive defibrillations, the effect was remarkable, and the fluctuating data finally stabilized.

Wen Wanwan tentatively touched the big guy with his mental power. Seeing its weak vital signs, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the weight of life was weak, at least his life was definitely saved.

He reached out and took out a pill from the box and stuffed it into the lynx's mouth. Then Wen Wanwan also changed to a maintenance oxygen bottle.

"Send it to the special care unit. Tonight is the most dangerous. You should be fine if you get over it."

The two volunteers nodded, and after looking at each other, they most likely guessed that they would be busy tonight.

If there is no large-scale outbreak, basically no one will be able to relax in the first three days of the hospital.

These critically ill animals are basically in a state of being alive. It can be said that they cannot live without people for 24 hours, and they must be ready to be pushed to the operating room for treatment at any time.

Just after sending the lynx away, a volunteer quickly found Wen Wanwan at the door of the operating room.

"Brother De wants you to go to a meeting. It should be about the new Bengal tiger."

After hearing this, Wen Wanwan also nodded, took off his disposable protective clothing, washed his hands briefly, then quickened his pace and rushed towards the conference room.

Stepping into the door, I saw that there were already several veterinarians sitting here.

When Ade saw Wen Wanwan coming, he also turned on the projection screen behind him.

"Everyone is here, let me tell you the situation."

"This Bengal tiger was just brought over from the Black Province. It is in the middle stage of cat plague. According to the initial examination, the kidneys are weakened and the urine is severe due to cat plague."

"Furthermore, the results of the X-ray showed that there was a slight perforation in its stomach. We asked everyone to come over to discuss a treatment plan."

After Ade finished speaking, Wen Wanwan also focused on the data on the screen.

It's no wonder that the Black Province wants to send this guy over. Cat plague in the mid-term is very close to the death line, and the problems with the organs are so serious that ordinary methods are basically useless.

The most troublesome part is the perforation of the stomach, which almost inevitably requires surgery.

And if his organs are weakened to this extent, to put it harshly, the chance of being put on the operating table is less than 10%.

"With conservative treatment, the current degree of perforation can be maintained. As long as we survive the cat plague before undergoing surgery, the chance of success should be higher, right?"

The veterinarians Wen Wanwan found were basically the most powerful ones.

And most of them have been working on the front line all year round, and have undergone countless surgeries of various kinds. Faced with such complex conditions, they can more or less come up with some of their own ideas.

But not long after he finished speaking, rebuttals also started.

"It's impossible. As long as we use medicine, it will inevitably irritate the stomach. Once the perforation is not controlled, the cat plague will also be impossible to cure."

……

As each suggestion was made, so did the rebuttal. Wen Wanwan also felt a little troubled listening to the voice in his ears.

Taking out a single disease is a very simple matter for those present.

But when these things come together, the level of trouble doubles.

Wen Wanwan does have a Druid heritage that can be called an animal elixir, but this thing is not omnipotent.

The body is the most exquisite instrument in the world, and a single move can affect the whole body.

If one area is not handled well, it will trigger a chain reaction and eventually lead to death.

After thinking for a long time, Wen Wanwan finally spoke and asked the group of people to stop arguing.

"I have a medicine on hand that can temporarily maintain the symptoms of gastric perforation. However, this medicine can only be used for three days at most. Can other problems be treated with conservative treatment within three days?"

As soon as these words came out, the veterinarians present, even with rich experience, did not dare to pat their chests and guarantee that there would be no problem.

The situation of this Bengal tiger is so complicated that it is rare. The gastric perforation is just one of the causes, and the rest are all troubles.

Finally, Dr. Zhu, who was sitting not far from Wen Wanwan, raised his head.

"Let me do it. If I can keep the gastric perforation away from problems for three days, I can treat other problems, but I can't guarantee the cat plague."

"It is enough that other problems can be dealt with. Although cat plague has an impact, if it is not involved in those diseases, surgery is still no problem."

Hearing that someone had taken over the important task, Wen Wanwan also took out two pills from his backpack and handed them to Dr. Zhu.

"Use the smaller one first, and after two hours use the larger one."

"Okay, I remember it!"

After watching Dr. Zhu go out, Ade opened a piece of information again.

"So far, we have collected a total of twenty-six critically ill animals in three hours, and we expect there will be at least nineteen more tonight."

"This is a protracted battle. Now I will arrange the rotation list and try to get through the most difficult period."

It is impossible for all doctors to stay on duty for three days, even an iron man cannot bear to do this.

Necessary rest and rotation are almost inevitable.

"Wen Wanwan, Chen Mo, Lin Zhengjie... you are responsible for the night shift tonight. After four o'clock..."

The moment the schedule came out, the tense atmosphere in the air relaxed a little.

After all, after a long operation, although everyone was still mentally excited, their bodies were more or less exhausted.

Now that I have a clear break, at least the psychological pressure is not so great.

After a brief meeting, Wen Wanwan and Ade returned to the office.

Looking at the information piled up on the table, I couldn't help but ask.

"How's it going? There's nothing wrong so far, right?"

Ade nodded, took out a document from the table and spread it out.

"There are no major problems, but there are still some minor problems. At present, the high-risk wards of critical care hospitals are not fully equipped."

"This hospital is equipped according to the standard configuration of one plus three, but most of the patients we come in are seriously ill. It is estimated that the high-risk ward will be filled up by tomorrow morning at best."

The so-called one plus three is usually one high-risk ward plus three regular wards. (End of chapter)