Every time the guidewire was in his hand, it was like walking in an undercurrent, always in danger. When the same thing was put in her hands, it turned into a car driving leisurely on an unoccupied road, unobstructed.
Dr. Fang couldn't understand this huge difference, and his mind was in knots.
Others began to have the same confusion as Dr. Fang, and it didn't take long for everyone to discover the reason for this strangeness.
"He is helping her adjust the position of her upper limbs." Li Chengyuan pointed out, looking at Pan Shihua through the glass window.
When Yue Wentong and Feng Yicong walked back to the control room, their eyes lit up when the teacher pointed out Pan's operation.
Classmate Pan, who was assisting Classmate Xie in the operating room, seemed to emit light from the dark corners that were usually hidden. This light was no longer the soft light of the beautiful Classmate Pan, but the sharp and sharp light of Dr. Pan.
Wearing a mask and glasses, Pan Shihua's two clear and handsome eyebrows seemed to be covered with frost, and his focused eyes looked like a sword unsheathed, which was very sharp and eye-catching.
His sharp gaze was capturing the shadow of classmate Xie's hand, like a high-speed camera and analyzer.
"He wants to draw Yingying's hands." Feng Yicong muttered sourly.
When several other teachers present heard this, their expressions changed slightly: So that's it, this person has painted Xie Wanying's hands. Why did he paint her hands? To study her technical operations?
This guy actually has such a strange ability. Several teachers opened their eyes and looked at Classmate Pan, as if they needed to redefine this gentle young man.
Fu Xinheng's unfathomable gaze fell on Classmate Pan's sterile-glove-operated hands: These hands have strong muscles and strong strength, and their movements are small but reliable, which shows that he has the same self-discipline as Xie Wanying.
This is exactly what he emphasized, what a doctor needs most is the self-discipline like a robot.
"I almost forgot, he is a man who can do more than 30 pull-ups." Feng Yicong recalled classmate Pan's sports performance and hummed unhappily.
Classmate Pan is the kind of person who hides his secrets and pretends to be gentle. This time, Classmate Xie calls him to help. Maybe his true colors will be revealed, and his technology may be so advanced that he can fly up the branches.
Yue Wentong said in his throat: "Yeah." Then a deep flash appeared in his eyes: There will be another competitor.
Continuing to watch, the guide wire in Xie Wanying's hand was advanced smoothly. Pan Shihua helped adjust the patient's arm, left side, right side, right side, left side. To be honest, no one can see without fluoroscopy.
I don't know what's going on with these two people.
Only if the outcome goes smoothly.
It shows that these two people really cooperate.
This is of great significance.
Li Chengyuan pinched his chin with his fingertips. The appearance of an interesting surgical student made him, a senior surgeon, a little excited.
Fu Xinheng's quiet and deep gaze wandered between the two people.
Yu Xuexian raised his glasses and decided to ask classmate Pan's name again: "What is his name?"
"Pan Shihua." Feng Yicong answered on behalf of the monitor.
Pan Shihua, this name sounds okay. Several teachers thought.
In the operating room, Dr. Fang felt like he was walking into a maze and could hardly stay any longer: the guide wire passed through the difficulties he had experienced before and went all the way up without straying into the branches again. He was overwhelmed by what he could see and his mind was at a loss.
Isn't it a weird path of blood vessels in the upper limb? How could they send the guide wire smoothly all the way?
