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Chapter 339: Cardiac Arrest

The other students in the lecture room also guffawed.

Nobody knew whether they were laughing at Chen Zhao’s abstruse lecture or at the student who was sleeping on the floor.

“Wake him up,” Chen Zhao said, frowning.

You can sleep, but at least cover your face with a book?

I’ll lose face if you sleep just like this.

A student approached the student lying on the floor and pushed him. “Hoffman, get up.”

But there was no response. The student pushed him again. “Hoffman, wake up...”

Chen Zhao frowned and walked forward. He lifted Hoffman’s wrist and pressed his chest lightly.

Immediately, Chen Zhao’s expression changed drastically. “Cardiac arrest. Does he have a heart disease?”

“Quickly give him CPR!” Eveleigh shouted at once. She was clearly no longer in the mood to joke.

The other students also surrounded Hoffman. The student who had pushed him earlier pulled his shirt open and was about to perform CPR.

“Stop!” Chen Zhao stopped the student right away. “He has had heart surgery before. Here’s the surgical scar. From the angle and the mark, it should be left ventricular correction. Maybe there was a mistake during surgery and the endocardium’s damaged, but it wasn’t discovered. If you perform CPR, he’ll die immediately,” Chen Zhao said. “Call the ambulance... Eveleigh, get me my toolbox.”

Eveleigh glanced at Chen Zhao, after which she walked to the podium and took the toolbox.

“Stand back. Don’t gather around here,” Chen Zhao shouted.

At the same time, he took out a set of silver needles, found the correct acupoint and stuck a needle in.

Puff...

Immediately, Hoffman sprang back to life.

The other students all exclaimed. Was a silver needle enough to save a person?

It was a sequela of the heart surgery!

Indeed, it was a very dangerous condition. The patient may die within a few minutes.

However, Chen Zhao could wake Hoffman up easily.

Surprise flashed across the eyes of many students.

They were all medical students, after all, so they knew most of the medical principles.

They also knew how dangerous Hoffman’s state was just now.

“Don’t move!” Chen Zhao pressed Hoffman back onto the floor. “You can’t move now. Tell me, do you feel any discomfort while breathing?”

Hoffman nodded with some pain on his face.

“Is it painful to breathe?”

“Yes,” Hoffman answered.

Chen Zhao nodded, “Did you have heart surgery in the last six months?”

“Had left ventricular anatomical correction during the summer vacation,” Hoffman answered.

The students around them all stared at Chen Zhao. They could not believe that Chen Zhao had actually guessed it correctly.

Actually, the biggest difference between Chen Zhao and the other students was that Chen Zhao was a real doctor, not a student.

Chen Zhao had seen many patients and done countless practical treatments before.

There were only a few possible causes for Hoffman’s cardiac arrest, including sudden heart disease, surgery sequelae, and poisoning.

Chen Zhao knew these, so did the students.

The difference was that Chen Zhao could notice it.

None of the students had noticed the obvious surgical scar, indicating how inexperienced they were.

“Don’t breathe too hard. Maintain your breathing rate. You will definitely need endocardium repair surgery,” Chen Zhao said. “But don’t worry, the surgery has a very high success rate. Also, you might want to ask the doctor to control the amount of anesthetic during surgery. You can’t take too much anesthetic now. Of course, if your surgeon is experienced enough, he or she will know it.”

Just then, the paramedics arrived.

“Huh, Chen, why are you here?” Faur looked at Chen Zhao in surprise.

“I’m a lecturer here,” Chen Zhao answered.

“You? Lecturer?” Faur’s face was filled with disbelief.

“Why? Is it strange?”

“Forget it. What happened here? Is the student alright?”

“No...” Chen Zhao told her Hoffman’s condition.

“Thank God you’re here, or he would probably be with God now. His condition, endocardium damage after surgery, is very dangerous. I’ve met at least eight patients so far, but none of them made it to the hospital.”

“Alright, get him into the ambulance. Don’t keep him lying on the floor.”

After Hoffman was sent away, nobody dared to belittle Chen Zhao anymore.

Chen Zhao had proven that he was a very good doctor.

All medical students would clearly like to become doctors if possible.

Many medical students had excellent results in school but were chased out of the hospital during the first year of internship. They could not put their knowledge into practice.

“Sir, was that acupuncture?”

“It’s a more complicated technique in acupuncture. With your current knowledge, you probably won’t be able to understand it. It’s also difficult to explain in English. Of course, if you’re interested, I’ll start from the basics the next time I lecture.”

“Isn’t it just injection? I’ve practiced that during a hospital internship.”

“You inserted needles into veins, right?” Chen Zhao looked at the student. “You don’t need me to tell you how big veins are. I just inserted the needle into the acupoint Quxin, which is about 0.01mm large. It can only be reached with a special needle. There are three vital acupoints around it. Had I inserted the needle wrongly, Hoffman might need to lie in bed forever. Is there still someone who’s brave enough to perform acupuncture now?”

Everyone gasped. Nobody dared to question Chen Zhao anymore.

Most of the injections now are intravenous.

Injection and acupuncture are two very different things.

Even the veins of children are not hard to find.

However, acupoints are very small. If the needle is inserted incorrectly, the patient might just lose a drop of blood, but if it hits another acupoint, the consequences can be severe.

The human body is like a precise machine. Stick a rod into the machine and nobody may happen, but if the rod is stuck in the gears, the entire machine could stop working.

“Alright, end of the lecture. No homework, but please remember: unlessI personally agree, don’t perform acupuncture on anyone, unless you want to deliberately hurt or kill the patient.”

Then, Chen Zhao packed his toolbox and left.

“This lecturer’s so cool!”