There's a protocol we follow when we're trying to save someone's life with ACLS, which stands for advanced cardiac life support. Knowing that protocol is how you get certified to do it. And the protocol includes precisely zero steps that involve shouting or running around with your arms flailing about like a panicked Muppet. It's all about control, clear communication between the team leader and the team members, and each member of the resuscitation team performing his or her duty. We've modeled how we do this on how airplane crews function.
Of course, that somber image I just painstakingly painted crumbles to bits as soon as I reveal what's really going on inside that doctor's head. See, CPR certification courses distribute a list of songs that provide the correct beat for performing chest compressions. Said playlist includes (perhaps appropriately) "Stayin' Alive" and (perhaps less appropriately) "SexyBack."
That one's under FDA review due to the tendency of hospital staff to forget what they're doing
and start grinding on each other.
Yes. Somewhere, right now, there's a doctor humming "SexyBack" as he chest-pumps a lolling patient. Don't give him shit for it; bringing sexy back is medically necessary.