"It's been more than thirty minutes." Chen Yuan said softly.

"It's been so long?" The doctor who asked was already taking it. It's almost time to give up after so long.

After thirty minutes of cardiopulmonary resuscitation, the probability of the patient being resurrected is very, very small. Even if he is resurrected, there is a high probability of becoming a vegetable.

After another set of chest compressions, Fang Han suddenly turned over and shouted: "Director Fang!"

Fang Han stood up, Fang Haoyang quickly took over and continued to do external chest pressing.

"Silver needle, alcohol!" Fang Hanze shouted to the nurse in the distance.

A nurse hurriedly came over with a silver needle. Fang Han had reached the patient's feet, reached out to take off the patient's shoes and socks, took alcohol and cotton swabs from the nurse to disinfect the patient's big toes, then twisted the silver needle and stabbed it into the patient's big thumb, and needled about one and a half centimeters into the patient's big thumb.

It's about three minutes!

"drop!"

"Drip!Drip!"

The electrocardiogram monitor suddenly sounded a rapid sound, and Fang Haoyang immediately let out a long sigh.

"It's alive!" Chen Yuan murmured softly, a little unbelievable. It's been almost forty minutes now, and the cardiopulmonary resuscitation has been around?

What surprised Chen Yuan even more was that Fang Han had acupuncture just now.

"I actually survived." The doctor standing next to Chen Yuan was also full of surprise. CPR that was nearly forty minutes was rare, and the probability was very low. I didn't expect him to meet him today.

"What was the acupuncture just now?" the doctor next to him asked Chen Yuan.

"I'm not very clear either. I'm not good at acupuncture." Chen Yuan shook his head.

"Is it the effect of acupuncture?" The doctor next to him murmured softly, Chen Yuan could not answer this question.

Not only Chen Yuan, but even Fang Han couldn't answer him.

The acupuncture used by Fang Han just now was a rescue method for sudden death by traditional Chinese acupuncture. At that time, Fang Han just treated the dead horse as a living horse.

Only God knows whether the patient's resuscitation was effective in cardiopulmonary resuscitation or Fang Han's acupuncture.

"Be careful and send the patient to the intensive care unit."

As he spoke, Fang Haoyang walked to Fang Han and gently patted his shoulder that was afraid of Fang Han: "Stupid brat, good."

A hint of relief also appeared on Fang Han's face. What he saved just now was a living life.

When a doctor saves life and helps the wounded, watching a patient who is on the verge of critical illness pass the crisis into safety in his own hands, this is the greatest achievement and satisfaction.

Fang Haoyang was really excited and rescued a patient with cardiac arrest, and it was in public, which was very beneficial to the publicity of Jiang Intermediate People's Court.

Especially at the critical moment when Jiang Intermediate People's Court built a modern department that integrates traditional Chinese and Western medicine, this incident is undoubtedly a catalyst.

With the facts this time as a basis, Fang Haoyang could take a lot of initiative in the future negotiations with the hospital leaders. If it weren't for the Jiang Intermediate People's Court's regular emergency medicines and emergency equipment, it is still unknown whether the patients could be rescued this time.

"Director Fang, is this also a doctor from your Jiang Intermediate People's Court?" asked a middle-aged doctor walking past.

"That's not." Fang Haoyang was very proud. This is the doctor from our Jiang Intermediate People's Court. The doctor from our Jiang Intermediate People's Court still does CPR, and it often has CPR, and it has saved it...

"Brother Fang Han is so handsome!"

"Yes, just now, that person was alive!"

"That's my brother."

Fang Tian's small breasts were tall and her face was full of pride, as if she was the one who saved someone just now.

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Chapter completed!