"Eight or nine percent? Now go to the anatomy room and show me. I'll see what you can do." Tan Kelin poked her face with his eyes under his eyebrows, as if to pierce her mask of calmness.
He couldn't understand why this student wasn't afraid at all.
Thinking of this, Tan Kelin's eyebrows became very tight, and his eyes became as deep as falling into an abyss: "Let's go."
After giving the order, Xie Wanying saw the teacher walking out of the door and followed her.
It was said that I was going to the specimen room of the hospital's surgery department. When I entered a room, I was greeted by the strong smell of formalin, which made people feel nauseous everywhere.
He raised his eyes and saw Tan Kelin pulling on his gloves in front of him.
His hands were slender and strong, and when he pulled the fingertips of the sterile gloves, he made a snapping sound, which showed that even a cold-blooded person would be angry one day. He took a breath in his lips, as if to slow down his own breathing. He really didn't feel like he was riding a roller coaster.
The mood swings. This student made him upset on the first day he came here, and he could always easily stir up his nerves after that.
What makes him smart and bold is his talent as a surgeon.
The door creaked, and a head got through the crack of the door and said: "Teacher Tan, our teacher Fu said, you can play whatever you want here."
"Thank you." Tan Kelin replied.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Senior Zhou Junpeng's face in the crack of the door. Xie Wanying was startled. She looked around and realized something was wrong.
The department specimen room of the hospital must be rich, and it is much taller than the medical school. The four walls and ceilings are newly renovated, the central air conditioner is blowing smoothly, and various tissue and organ specimens soaked in glass bottles under the incandescent lamp are extremely dazzling:
Lungs, esophagus, mediastinum, heart...
It's not a specimen from general surgery II, but a specimen from cardiothoracic surgery?
Did Teacher Tan greet Teacher Fu in advance and the two teachers dealt with her together?
Xie Wanying's whole body went stiff.
After closing the door, Zhou Junpeng caught her straight back and became happy, thinking that it was finally time for her to be afraid.
The fearless look on her face when I saw her getting pierced last night didn't look like a human being at all. It's not normal for a medical student. If she was an ordinary student, forget it, the teacher would have scolded her. Now the teacher wants to "clean up" her, explain
In the teacher's mind, she is not an ordinary student and can only accept the teacher's special "love".
"Put on the gloves." Tan Kelin spat out four words coldly.
With a dry throat, Xie Wanying kept calm and found gloves on the table, picked them up and put them on her hands.
She was facing the top hospital in the country, the top deputy chief of surgery, and now she clearly felt that he was not easy to mess with.
"Come here." Tan Kelin said to her.
The two walked to the end of the specimen room and opened a small door. There was a more pungent smell and the room temperature dropped rapidly. It was the anatomy room.
The body donated by the patient was placed on the cold and ruthless stainless steel bed board in the middle. The patient's face was covered with a white cloth, and the whole body was covered with white sheets.
Walking over, Tan Kelin opened the top of the white sheet, revealing the chest of the patient's body, and gave the instruction: "Puncture."
A nearby treatment tray has pericardiocentesis tools ready.
After calming down, Xie Wanying put on the mask, picked up the puncture needle with her right hand, quickly loaded the syringe, and then used her fingers to touch the anatomical locations of the patient's chest: the xiphoid process and the left costal margin.
Tan Kelin, who was observing her operation, frowned and had not relaxed at all this morning, and his scalpel-like gaze occasionally glanced at her cold brows.
Puncture, once, twice, three times... The teacher didn't stop, and I didn't know what Teacher Tan meant. Xie Wanying could only continue to carefully perform the puncture operation, positioning, and then determine the angle before inserting the needle.
