Xie Wanying could see Dr. Song introspecting and thought: Hey, why not let Dr. Song speak directly. After all, the atmosphere in front of me is making people a little nervous.
The question before us now is who will draw the hematoma.
In fact, this operation is not difficult. If it were an ordinary patient, it might have to be practiced by a more capable medical student or resident doctor.
Xie Wanying thought of this and asked: "Squad leader, will you smoke it for me?"
Yue Wentong, who was standing outside the door, froze when he heard this. Other students hurriedly patted the monitor on the back to prevent him from fainting.
"Junior sister, you—" Shen Youhuan couldn't help but laugh, and raised his finger to touch her. In fact, everyone around him started laughing.
The overly serious atmosphere in the room suddenly dissipated.
Cao Yong couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, stroking her hair with his hand, and looking at her traumatized area with solemn eyes.
"Ahem." Zhang Huayao cleared his throat twice, raised the CT film and looked at it again, and asked, "Do you need me to take it?"
The first person to be frightened should be the injured person. Xie Wanying answered as fast as lightning: "No need."
Asking the big boss to remove a subcutaneous hematoma on her, this is a terrifying rhythm.
"Who do you want to whip you?"
Can't the monitor do it? It seems that it doesn't work.
A bunch of big guys at the scene told her with clear eyes: Don't dislike the big guys.
Seeing her embarrassed look, Cao Zhao walked to the bedside, looked at his brother's eyes, touched her head and said, "Second brother, can I help you smoke?"
The fairy brother calls himself the second brother, comforting her like he is comforting the little sister next door. It just so happens that she has always wanted to see the fairy brother show off his skills.
Seeing her expression, the others probably agreed.
Tao Zhijie, the chief physician, should at least be an assistant.
He Guangyou went to prepare the items himself.
Subcutaneous hematoma puncture depends on the location. Some important parts must be considered surgery and cannot be classified as ordinary invasive operations. Today's puncture can be large or small. It does not puncture into important organs, but it is close to important organs, which is a bit risky.
Invasive procedures.
To perform an operation, Cao Zhao took off his coat, washed his hands, wiped his hands with disinfectant on site, and then put on sterile gloves.
Tao Zhijie stood opposite and was responsible for disinfecting the puncture area and laying out the sheets.
Others stepped back, and some exited the door, leaving them room to operate and reducing pollution factors.
Zhang Huayao stood farthest from the end of the bed, leaning against the wall, scanning the surgeon's every move.
Lying on the bed, Xie Wanying found that to watch the fairy brother operate, she needed to get up and then lower her head.
Soon, others realized what she was trying to do.
Cao Yong held her shoulders and said, "There's no need to rush."
Then pairs of eyes shot towards her: "Thank you, classmate, you can't even be a patient, right?"
Instantly remembering what Senior Brother Huang said before, Xie Wanying did not dare to move.
Looking up, you can't see the fairy brother's operations, but you can see the reactions of other people around you.
Seeing Cao Zhao take off the cap of the syringe and throw it into the bend of the treatment cart, holding the syringe in his right hand, revealing the tip of the needle shining brightly under the fluorescent lamp, it really feels like a scene from an idol drama.
A group of spectators were thinking to themselves: Why doesn't this man go make a movie?
Just look, Tao Zhijie, who is famous for his slow beat, didn't dare to slow down even half a beat tonight. After positioning himself, he signaled to the surgeon.
Cao Zhao stretched out the middle finger of his left hand and touched the puncture site. His eyes were fixed: Whoosh! The tip of the needle flashed through the air and pierced the skin of the injured person.
After a few seconds, you will hear the sound of the syringe falling onto the treatment tray, which means it is finished.