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"Open the operating room."

The words Zhou Mingyuan were smashed down, and everyone at the door of the CT room moved.

Nurse Zhao pushed the flatbed cart away from the corridor and shouted towards the other side of the emergency room: "Aortic dissection, prepare for transfer! Keep me under control, put oxygen on!"

Chen Jianguo's wife was still holding on to the wall, looking straight at Lin Ye: "Doctor, is my husband going to die?"

Lin Ye glanced at the countdown in his field of vision.

23 minutes and 46 seconds.

He didn't say anything, he just kept his voice steady: "Now that we have discovered it, we still have a chance. We need to have surgery immediately. Please go and sign. Don't delay."

The woman nodded, her legs were so weak that she almost knelt down, but Nurse Zhao stretched out her hand to grab her.

Sun Zhiqiang stood at the door of the operation room, his face turning blue and white.The aortic CTA image was displayed on the screen, and the torn intima was like a thin line, dazzling in front of his eyes.

He just said "acute gastritis and pancreatitis are common", but now he can't finish a sentence.

But if you can't connect, it doesn't mean it's okay.

He turned and stared at Lin Ye: "Please complete the application form and disease history record."

"I'm going to the operating room with the patient now."

"You write clearly first." Sun Zhiqiang's voice was very low. "Guipei student Lin Ye insisted on applying for emergency aortic CTA and insisted on contacting the director of cardiac and macrovascular surgery at a higher level. This process was initiated by you. The application basis and signature must be clearly stated."

Lin Ye held the medical record folder with his fingers, and the edge of the paper made a mark on his palm.

He knew what it meant.

The patient is alive because of his keen judgment.When the patient dies, he is the first name on the application form.

The countdown is still ticking.

22 minutes and 31 seconds.

Lin Ye picked up a pen and wrote down the time, symptoms, blood pressure difference in both upper limbs, tearing pain in the back, and CTA findings on the disease course record.Each stroke was written very quickly. When he wrote "Contact Director Zhou Mingyuan of Cardiac and Vascular Surgery", the pen tip paused and continued to fall.

Nurse Zhao pushed Chen Jianguo out of the CT room.

Chen Jianguo was in so much pain that he couldn't speak complete sentences, his lips were purple, and his heart rate on the monitor was jumping all the way up.The woman followed the flat car, pressing the signature board with her hand, her fingers shaking so hard that she couldn't sign her name.

"Sign here." The circulating nurse gave her the pen. "The risks of the operation have been informed. The dissection may rupture at any time."

The woman looked at the few lines of words and burst into tears on the paper: "I don't understand, I really don't understand. Doctor, you save him, I'll sign, I'll sign everything."

Lin Ye held the signature board.

"Write about Chen Jianguo's wife, Li Guilan."

The woman continued to write, but before she finished writing the last word, the elevator door opened.

Zhou Mingyuan strode out from inside.

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