Chapter 1802: Amniotic Fluid Embolism, Can the Vampire Help Save It?

Grand Duke Rimmer thought that with his level and agility, he would be the first to step into the rescue room... as long as he wanted to.

However, reality gave him a blow. Just as he took a step, a whirlwind blew behind him, and a figure in white rushed in impatiently, shouting as he rushed:

"I'm a healer too! How can I help?"

"Stand back! Stick to the wall! Be careful of infection!" In the emergency room, the first thing that came out was this scolding. Sister Guangming rushed into the emergency room and leaned against the wall. She pricked up her ears and listened to the surgeon in front of the operating table asking:

"Can you [treat fatal injuries]? How many can you put in?"

"Yes! Two! I can also put five more [Cure Serious Injuries]!"

"Just [treat fatal injuries]! Let go!"

"Put it back!"

"Get out!"

Isn't it... Burning bridges like this... Once the two [Cure Fatal Wounds] are used up, it will be of no use to them, so just drive them away...

Grand Duke Rimmer burst into laughter.

He looked at the Sister of Radiance who had released two [Cure Fatal Wounds] in a very short period of time, making herself pale from exhaustion. She was dripping with sweat and walked out unsteadily, and looked at another priest striding in:

"I'll take over! I can put five in!"

"Okay! Listen to my command! Let go!"

"put!"

"put--"

With the help that came unexpectedly, the patient survived for a while longer. Finally, there were noisy footsteps in the corridor, and two magicians rushed in pushing a strange-looking thing:

"It's here, Master Nordmark is here -"

What, here we are?

Grand Duke Rimmer turned aside during his busy schedule. What rushed past him was something that looked a bit like a tower and a bit like a cabinet. It made a sizzling sound and had four wheels attached to it. It made a sound as it rushed:

"Don't worry, what's going on?"

"Maternal hemorrhage!" Beside the surgeon, a girl began to report anxiously:

"We had an emergency caesarean section and took out the baby. The uterus was weak and we had to manually remove the placenta. Halfway through the removal, the mother's heart stopped! She has been pressed down now, but her condition is getting worse -"

So is this a remote call? The Magic Council's remote calls have reached this point. Can they make direct calls even though they are thousands of miles apart?

Oh, no, it’s not a direct call, because there’s a human image on that thing:

"Keep pressing, don't stop. Let me see her situation - turn around and face the surveillance light curtain!"

Grand Duke Rimmer turned into a streak of black smoke, ducked into the emergency room, and found a place out of the way to stand against the wall. As soon as he stood up, he quickly floated up again, an inch above the ground:

Good guy!

The blood flowed to his feet!

On the operating table, probably under the mother's body, blood flowed down like a waterfall. Several healers who were busy around the pregnant woman stepped directly into the bloody water with their feet, making a sound of water when they stepped on it, and a sound of water when they stepped on it;

The mother's arms were spread out, and near her elbows, two light green, translucent tubes were hanging high at the same time. In the pipe, blood gurgled, dyeing the pipe almost black;

On the trolley next to the operating table, a small platform was filled with empty blood bags. Beside the cart, a healer was guarding, taking off the blood bag from the basket that flew into the room along the wire, and connecting it to a translucent tube;

Then take off the empty blood bags from the other end of the tubes and put them neatly on the cart...

Tsk, how much blood was used!

But so much blood is still not enough - maybe it's not entirely the blood problem, but it's just not enough. Grand Duke Rimmer didn't even need to twitch his nose, he could feel it instinctively:

The mother's aura is weakening, not quickly, but irreversibly... If the treatment hadn't been done one by one at all costs, I'm afraid she would have died!

Do you still need to save me?

No matter how much it costs, do we have to save him?

Grand Duke Rimmer watched with interest. The mother was just an ordinary poor woman, her body was abnormally thin, and her body was covered with traces of years of torture;

He doesn't have any great qualifications, which he can tell just by smelling the blood;

The spells that were thrown on her body, calculated according to the universal charging standards, it is estimated that she will not be able to repay it in ten lifetimes...

But they were still trying to find a way to save her. The Nordmark mage, with his "team" - the Grand Duke remembered that this was the wording in the paper - was trying their best to save her.

"The blood pressure is so low." The Nordmark mage said in the light curtain:

"What about tissue hypoxia? Look at her lips, look at her fingernails and other areas. Is there any obvious sign of cyanosis? Yes? Damn it!"

He cursed quietly, speaking faster and faster. Although Grand Duke Rimmer didn't know what the mage Nordmark was scolding, he could probably guess that the mother's condition was very bad, so bad that it might be beyond his ability to handle:

"What about coagulation? How about coagulation? Look at the coagulation!"

Immediately, a healer jumped down and almost got under the mother to take a look. Soon, a crying voice came from under the operating table:

"Poor clotting! She's bleeding! She keeps bleeding-"

Mage Nordmark cursed something again, his voice low and vague. Grand Duke Rimmer floated forward a little with interest, and his voice suddenly became louder:

"Blood transfusion! Speed ​​up blood transfusion! Open venous access! Two are not enough! Four limbs! Add central venous access! As soon as possible!"

"Pressure blood transfusion! Pressure blood transfusion! I taught you this! - Can't operate? Use your hands! Use your hands! The natural priest gives up control and does his best to maintain the strength of the blood transfusion channels!"

"Check the ventilator! Keep the airway open! Give adequate oxygen!"

"Encouragement technique! Encouragement technique! Don't target the heart specifically! Apply it to the whole body! And soothing technique, target the lungs - she is likely to have pulmonary vasospasm! Bronchial smooth muscle spasm!"

"Accelerate blood! Accelerate blood! The current blood volume is not enough! Prepare for me -" The Grand Duke clearly saw that the Nordmark mage in the light screen also gritted his teeth, and then said an extremely astonishing number:

“Sixty thousand milliliters!!!”

"Sixty thousand!"

"Sixty thousand?!"

“We don’t even have enough blood donors!”

"Go call someone! Go call someone quickly!"

There was an exclamation. Gretel's heart couldn't stop sinking: after the caesarean section, he suffered sudden cardiac arrest, hypotension, chest tightness, difficulty breathing, tissue hypoxia, cyanosis, and coagulation dysfunction——

Adding all the symptoms together, he could think of the most dangerous clinical situation in obstetrics:

Known as the number one obstetric killer, the probability of happening is one in ten thousand.

Amniotic fluid embolism!

How can I save this thing?

Even if I were at the scene, there was a high probability that I wouldn't be able to save this thing, let alone thousands of miles away now!

"Hey, Master Nordmark, do you want to give her a lot of blood transfusion?" Suddenly there was a flash in front of the light screen, and a black shadow floated over and stuck out half of its head:

"Is there anything I can do to help? We vampires are the best at playing with blood!!!"