"Let's go." Du Haiwei's voice was as low as a horn blowing. You can imagine that he was feeling excited about this afternoon's surgery.
As long as the operation goes smoothly, the surgeon will inevitably be excited.
Look at today, the bleeding was less than the doctor expected, which shows that the anesthesiologist did a good job and controlled the hemodynamics very well. Several assistants cooperated very skillfully. Especially the two interns made rapid progress, which made the teacher very happy.
It's comfort.
The retractor that Mr. Geng held was getting closer and closer. Without him having to say anything, he immediately lifted the fetal head up. Mr. Xie’s palms pushed at the bottom of the uterus, causing the little head of the fetus to almost fall on his side.
In the hands of the surgeon, there is no need for him to exert any effort at all.
The fetus was removed from the mother's body. The premature baby weighed less than five kilograms and was handed over to a neonatologist.
Several pediatric medical staff are busy handling the children.
The obstetrician rushed to help the mother deliver the placenta, carefully checked that there was no bleeding, and then sutured the uterus.
Xie Wanying and others were on the operating table, and they could hear the teachers from the cardiac surgery department going out to wash their hands and get ready to go on stage.
As long as there are no problems, the cesarean section is quick and can be completed in less than an hour.
Dr. Mo was about to transfer the patient to general anesthesia. Remembering Zhang Huayao's instructions, he was a little worried and called to classmate Xie who got off the operating table: "Come here."
After being stopped by Doctor Mo, Xie Wanying could not follow Teacher Du and others out of the operating room. She took off her gloves and surgical gown and walked back to Doctor Mo.
Dr. Bang Mo carefully helped the patient return to the general anesthesia position, and then stayed with Dr. Mo to monitor the patient. In fact, it was not bad to stay in the operating room, as you could watch the performances of the extracardiac teachers at close range.
Different from the last thoracoscopic heart surgery, this surgery was a traditional thoracotomy, and the surgeon made a big cut on the patient's chest and broke the ribs.
Du Meng'en covered his eyes with his hands, not daring to look down.
"Are you afraid?" Zhang Shuping was curious that he was afraid. After all, he was also a doctor's child and had seen many surgeries.
"It's not that I'm afraid, it's that my heart is pounding," Du Meng said.
A big difference between seeing a heart surgery and seeing other surgeries is that the moving heart seems like a lively little person, which makes people's hearts skip a beat.
"My brother-in-law said that the heart is the beginning and end of life." Zhang Shuping quoted Mr. Zhang's words.
Zhang Huayao's words are definitely the essence of the textbook. When everyone is first in the mother's body, the fetal heart rate is already a hard indicator to judge whether the child is alive.
The cardiac surgeon stops the heart and then restarts it during the operation, which is like doing the work of God.
Thinking of these words describing the sacredness of life, medical students can't help but imagine that doctors are very sacred. However, Du Meng'en turned his head again and looked over there at the academic coldness on the face of classmate Xie.
, it felt like a basin of cold water had been poured on his and Zhang Shuping's heads, making them sober that they could no longer wake up.
What is sacred? Doctors do technical work, repairing the human body just like repairing a car. Careful study of ergonomics is the right way, and fantasies like gods are not allowed.
Xie Wanying narrowed her eyes and stared at the surgeon's every move. She must study the surgical scene that she could witness with her own eyes and remember it in her mind.
Compared with cesarean section, heart surgery takes too long, and it is normal to do it for more than six or seven hours.
At the entrance of the West Railway Station, a direct express train with the letter "Z" entered the station.
