"How many surgeons are there in the country, how many female surgeons are there, and how many female cardiothoracic surgeons are actually on the operating table?"
"A thousand? A hundred? Ten? One?!"
"No, what you said is totally wrong." The voice of the people on the stage became smaller and smaller, "The answer is zero——"
In 1996, the emergency room of the Third People's Hospital of Minjiang District, Songyuan City. Under the dark night, a dilapidated emergency room building loomed, and the lighting bulbs hanging in the yard in front of the door were blown swaying by the wind.
It was scattered and scattered, in sharp contrast to the colorful neon lights on the road outside.
The ambulance with the words "Third Hospital" written in big red letters roared and turned into the large iron gate of the hospital. The car made a loud clang when it scraped against the door. The security guard in the security booth rushed out to check the situation of the gate.
Because of this loud noise, Xie Wanying woke up standing in the yard, her blurry vision became clear, and the focus fell on the door of the emergency room.
I saw several hurried nurses rushing out of the emergency room pushing an emergency lathe. A male doctor who was one step ahead of the nurses quickly checked the eyes of the patient lying in the ambulance with a flashlight.
"blood pressure?"
"Systolic blood pressure is 70, diastolic blood pressure is 40."
"Hypotension, what is it? What is the patient's main complaint?"
"Said it hurts my heart."
"Heart disease? Myocardial infarction?"
The stethoscope was placed on the patient's chest to listen. At this time, the patient was sweating profusely, his face was bloodless, and his lips were white. The male doctor said: "Hurry in and give an injection of morphine to relieve pain."
"Wrong, it's not a myocardial infarction, it's a ruptured aortic aneurysm. The white complexion is not because of the pain, but because of the blood loss-" Xie Wanying's slightly opened mouth unconsciously murmured a series of words.
Several nurses pushed the lathe and sent the patient to the emergency room. The emergency doctor followed the patient and the nurse and walked back quickly. Suddenly he heard words coming from the wind and stopped suddenly. Turning around, he saw the yard
girl standing inside.
The girl is thin and tall, with a black braid that looks like a willow fluttering in the wind. She has fair skin and slender wrists, and is wearing a blue and white high school uniform.
Xie Wanying, who was being looked at by the other party, was also looking at the face of the man opposite her.
This male doctor is quite handsome and handsome.
The face with a small chin is a standard fair face, unlike the Chinese character face, which is very popular among young girls. The hair is trimmed in line with the current trend of celebrities, with small broken hair at the ends, flying bangs, and two eyeballs that are bright and bright in the night.
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When he wasn't wearing a white coat, people would probably mistake him for a little singer holding a guitar and singing while walking on the street. But wearing a white coat made him even more eye-catching.
He may be in his early twenties, but his actual age may be older, because his good-looking face hides his actual age.
Xie Wanying's eyes fell on the doctor's sign hanging on the chest of the man's white coat, which read: Brain Surgery, Cao Yong. In other words, the black pen hanging on the pocket of this man's white coat was very cool.
As a brain surgeon, no wonder they didn’t recognize the difference between myocardial infarction and aortic rupture immediately. Xie Wanying thought.
"Doctor Cao, patient—" the emergency nurse ran to the door and called.
Hearing the nurse's call, Cao Yong quickly turned around and walked into the emergency room, but his mind couldn't get rid of the high school girl he had just seen.
Which school are you from? Which school? How can you tell the medical terminology of ruptured aortic aneurysm?
