He is just an anesthesiologist, not a surgeon, and he does not understand the in-depth knowledge of surgery.
After thinking clearly, and taking advantage of the fact that the patient's vital signs were stable at this stage, Zhang Tinghai decisively waved to the intern anesthesiologist who was studying with him today, and whispered to him to help him look at the instruments for a while. He went out to find someone, and it was expected that he would be there in a short time.
It won't be a problem if I can return to the operating room.
When leaving the operating room, Zhang Tinghai looked back at the operating table.
The three doctors on the stage were quiet. Except for classmate Xie Wanying, whose silence was normal as before, the silence of the other two, especially Chang Jiawei, made him more and more suspicious.
Speaking of the National Association operating room this morning, the corridor space outside was extremely crowded. Maybe it was because some departments had more surgeries scheduled today. The first round of patients to be operated on were sent to the operating room one after another at seven o'clock.
Finally, it's time to send the second batch of patients to the operating room.
The nurse who was transporting the patient to the trolley kept calling for the crowd standing on the middle road to move away: "Make way, please give up your seat and let the patient go first, they are going to have surgery."
The two groups of family members were superimposed, and the flow of people skyrocketed. The family waiting area, which had a small capacity, looked like a barrier lake about to burst its banks.
Geng Yongzhe, who was sitting in the corner, saw the crowd crowding in. He turned his back to protect the chair where his mother was sitting, with a sad look on his eyebrows.
He did not go into the operating room with his teacher in time to watch his brother's surgery because he was worried about his unaccompanied mother sitting alone outside the operating room waiting.
The patients' family members waiting for the results of the operation were actually suffering just as much as the people in the operating room. After Geng's mother saw her youngest son enter the operating room, she immediately sat down on the bench and cried.
Geng Yongzhe, who was not good at talking and comforting others, could only quietly let his mother vent her sad emotions.
Geng's mother had been patient for a long time. She didn't dare to cry when she was taking care of her little son in the ward to avoid making her sick son think that she was going to die. If it weren't for this persistence, her heart would have collapsed.
She may not understand what the doctor said, but everyone knows that surgery is risky. Her little son was lying in the operating room with his life or death uncertain.
"Will your brother be fine? Will your brother be able to walk after the operation?" Geng's mother raised her red eyes, grabbed her eldest son's hand and asked.
Geng Yongzhe could not give his mother answers to these questions. He should not say random words of comfort, especially since he was a medical student and needed to be realistic.
The success of the operation is often related to the patient's own luck. The specific operation result depends on how the tumor grows as seen by the doctor during the operation, and whether it can be cut cleanly without harming other things. How to carefully plan and eliminate these matters before the operation?
There cannot be any sudden black swan situation during the operation. It can only be said that the surgeon hopes that the patient's tumor will grow as long as predicted before the operation more than the family members.
The eldest son's expression was silent as if he couldn't speak. Geng's mother's head drooped, tears rolled down her throat and she almost burst into tears. Her younger son's life was miserable. The problem was that her younger son did nothing wrong and was beaten by that bastard.
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"I heard someone say that you want to treat her?"
When his mother finally asked about this, Geng Yongzhe's throat got stuck for a moment and he nodded: "Yes."
Geng's mother raised her head again and looked at her eldest son who answered "yes" with disbelief in her eyes.
