Super Doctor - Chapter 93

Zhao Qilong’s face was deathly pale, his expression full of panic. The man gripping his collar made his hands tremble slightly, his words coming out in a stammer—nothing remained of his usual confident, arrogant demeanor.

Seeing Zhao Qilong so terrified, Xu Ze’s heart sank. He rushed over, snatched the stethoscope from Zhao Qilong’s hands, and immediately began examining the unconscious patient on the recliner. As he listened, he sharply asked Sister Luo beside him, “What happened?”

Sister Luo’s face was also pale, but she seemed slightly calmer than Zhao Qilong, the inexperienced newcomer. Hearing Xu Ze’s question, she snapped to attention as if finally finding someone to rely on and hurriedly answered, “We had just started the oxacillin drip when the patient suddenly said she felt unwell, and then her blood pressure dropped… Now…” She quickly added, “But the skin test was fine!”

“Oxacillin…” Xu Ze’s brow furrowed tightly at the mention of the drug, and a sense of dread crept into his heart. When he listened to the patient’s heartbeat, he couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath—there was no heartbeat at all!

His expression changed instantly. He turned and barked at Sister Luo, “Why are you just standing there? Open the emergency kit and prepare epinephrine!”

“Ah—right!” Sister Luo jolted into action and dashed off to grab the emergency kit.

Meanwhile, the patient’s boyfriend, seeing that Xu Ze had begun resuscitation, finally released Zhao Qilong and demanded, “What’s wrong with my girlfriend?”

Xu Ze had no time to answer. Instead, he turned to Zhao Qilong, who was still ghostly pale and frozen in place, clearly overwhelmed by the situation. Xu Ze snapped, “What are you still doing here? Go get the ECG machine and call Dr. Zhang!”

“Y-yes!” With Xu Ze taking charge, Zhao Qilong seemed to latch onto a lifeline. He hurried off to fetch the ECG machine.

Xu Ze swiftly lifted the unconscious woman and carried her to a hard bed in the corner. He then said to her panicked boyfriend, “It might be a severe penicillin allergy. You need to prepare yourself.”

“W-what do you mean?” the young man asked, his voice shaking.

Xu Ze ignored him. With a quick motion, he tore open the patient’s T-shirt, revealing her undergarments. Without hesitation, he yanked off her bra, exposing her bare chest.

The boyfriend, seeing this, shoved Xu Ze angrily. “What the hell are you doing?”

Xu Ze shot him a cold glare. “If you want her to live, step back.”

The young man, cowed by Xu Ze’s icy tone, shrank back and fell silent.

By then, Sister Luo had returned with the emergency kit. Xu Ze nodded and ordered, “1 mg epinephrine, IV push!”

At the same time, he commanded his automatic response system in his mind: Activate basic CPR protocol.

Beep—Basic CPR protocol initiated. The system responded instantly.

Xu Ze placed two fingers between the patient’s breasts, locating the correct position, then swiftly delivered three sharp strikes just below her left nipple.

With each strike, his ring emitted bioelectric pulses that surged into the patient’s heart.

After the third strike, he listened again with the stethoscope.

Silence.

Xu Ze’s face darkened. The bioelectric stimulation hadn’t restarted her heart—this was bad.

Just then, Zhao Qilong rushed in with the ECG machine, quickly attaching the limb leads.

The ECG paper displayed a near-flatline with only faint, irregular tremors. Zhao Qilong’s face whitened again.

He knew what this meant: cardiac arrest, with only minimal electrical activity.

Could she even be saved here? There was no defibrillator, no ventilator… And the prescription had his signature on it. Panic set in again.

“Stop standing there! Start bag-mask ventilation!” Xu Ze barked when he saw Zhao Qilong spacing out.

“R-right!” Zhao Qilong fumbled with the resuscitation bag, clumsily placing it over the patient’s mouth.

But Xu Ze noticed air leaking from the edges—Zhao Qilong hadn’t even straightened the patient’s airway.

Is this idiot serious? Xu Ze nearly lost it. Did he never learn basic CPR?

But there was no time. The bioelectric pulses hadn’t worked—the allergen was still suppressing the patient’s system. If they didn’t act fast, brain death would be irreversible.

He turned to Sister Luo. “10 mg dexamethasone, IV push! And start a 500 mL 5% glucose drip with 4 mg norepinephrine—now!”

Then, he placed his hands over the patient’s sternum and instructed Zhao Qilong, who was still fumbling with the bag at the head of the bed, “Thirty compressions to two breaths—got it?”

Zhao Qilong, his arrogance long gone, nodded hastily.

Xu Ze began compressions—elbows locked, pressing down 3-4 cm at a rate of 80-100 per minute. After thirty compressions, he glanced up.

Zhao Qilong squeezed the bag, but the air just hissed out the sides.

Xu Ze wanted to strangle him.

Luckily, Dr. Zhang rushed in, panting. Seeing Xu Ze’s furious expression and Zhao Qilong’s incompetence, the old doctor immediately took over, adjusting the patient’s airway and securing the mask before delivering two effective breaths.