It felt like it was time to return to the Hepatobiliary Surgery Clinic and work with Dr. Song. Xie Wanying nodded and gave Dr. Song an analysis of what she had done: "The hematoma has been drained out about three milliliters now, and I don't dare to pump it out any more. The pressure of draining it out makes me feel uncomfortable."
The injured person's heart rate and breathing have recovered. However, the situation has recurred now. This puncture point may need to be adjusted again. I am not sure about the possible flow direction of cerebrospinal fluid in the brain. I can only rely on you, Dr. Song, to judge."
"Okay, I understand." Song Xuelin responded, reaching out with both hands to take the syringe and connected hose she was holding.
The head nurse of the neurosurgery department opened the first aid kit and took out an external cranial drainage device brought from her own hospital, which was originally created by the neurosurgeon of the National Association of Neurosurgery.
Xin Yanjun felt bang bang and her heartbeat was beating out of her chest. She wanted to call classmate Li and ask Cao Yong what would happen next.
When people in the National Association's operating room heard Song Xuelin's arrival, Huang Zhilei let out a long breath and muttered: This guy has finally arrived.
Hearing his voice, Li Chengyuan knew that outsiders had great confidence in this talented man from Beijing.
"How long did it take him to get there?" Huang Zhilei asked.
When asked, Lin Hao didn't know how his seniors guessed that he was secretly helping the opponent calculate the time. He could only say that the senior brothers had very sharp eyes, and his every move could not escape the eyes of the senior brothers. Lin Hao replied obediently: "He went
Forty-six minutes.”
It is equivalent to saying that the junior sister has persisted for more than forty minutes for almost an hour. Niu Huang Zhilei gave a thumbs up to the junior sister in his heart. Therefore, if Song Xuelin failed to live up to the persistence of the junior sister, he and senior brother Cao would be beaten later.
tidy.
Xie Wanying felt that Dr. Song had been a bit pitiful since he went to the neurosurgery department. Now Senior Brother Cao rushed over to support them. Maybe Senior Brother Cao thought that Dr. Song was a capable person and worked harder.
But Dr. Song seems to be enjoying it.
Suffering comes from suffering, but as long as people do what they like, they don't know the suffering.
Song Xuelin gently adjusted the drainage tube with his hands, and his focused eyes seemed to be working on a fine art work. There was a lot of fanaticism on the inside, but on the surface he was calm as an artist.
Everyone was attracted by his stillness and silently looked at his beautiful side face that seemed to be integrated with the drainage tube of the injured person.
The blood clots in the drainage tube were gradually removed, and the drainage tube was connected to an external cranial drainage device. The bleeding continued to be discharged from the body through the drainage tube, but the patient's breathing and heart rate did not fluctuate, and he was stable.
Dr. Wang sweated profusely on his forehead. He was also a neurosurgery resident, and he did what he couldn't do. This was a huge blow to him.
"Dr. Song, you are so amazing." Xie Wanying praised sincerely. She seemed to not understand what this operation was about.
After receiving her words of praise, Song Xuelin said in a cold voice: "Dr. Xie has never been to neurosurgery." She had never been to neurosurgery, so she had no experience or feel for it. She only knew how to insert the needle into the hematoma. In fact,
The tube should be placed at the distal end of the hematoma through the longest axis of the hematoma. The hematoma should be fully liquefied and then drained, so that the cerebrospinal fluid can regain a certain fluidity. This can prevent incomplete extraction of the hematoma from causing continued disorder of the brain tissue.
What he didn't expect was that after he said this, the teacher next to him, Xin Yanjun, slapped him twice on the back.