Just like classmate Wei did last time, he quickly died in a hurry.
Press, press, press, press again, press again.
The little life lying on the operating table had no heartbeat, and the only sound in the operating room was the heavy breathing of the person pressing on the heart.
Lin Hao, who was standing by the side, didn't dare to look any further, because he had never seen classmate Xie like this before. The most proud female top student in their class, who had always been calm, confident and exceptionally good, what had become of her now.
It has to be said that from the beginning, he was deeply disappointed that he could not work as an assistant on this operating table. Now he felt full of happiness.
This operating table should not be used at all.
Before the operation started, so many seniors expressed their worries about how difficult the operation was and how high the mortality rate was. This was not intended to scare people. It was true, and it was actually happening in front of them.
But after classmate Xie, who seemed to have never failed in his class, took the initiative to persuade the family to let their child undergo surgery, they felt inexplicably confident that the surgery would be possible and successful.
As a result - even Xie, who they thought was the most guaranteed operation to be successful, was frustrated and helpless.
At this moment, Lin Hao understood that Xie was just a medical student and a doctor. Like them, he was not a god, but an ordinary person without the ability to bring back the dead.
"What - what's going on?" Pan Shihua, who was standing side by side with him, murmured without looking away from the operating table or Xie's hand pressing the child's heart.
Lin Hao suddenly remembered, grabbed him and asked hard: "Shihua, you just watched the whole process, did you see what Yingying did wrong?"
There must be something wrong, something wrong, something wrong. Otherwise, how could the child's heart not be able to beat again?
There was no need to ask him this question. Pan Shihua believed that Xie, who was pressing his heart desperately now, must be more aware of what he had done than he was, and he must be thinking about every step of the operation in his mind like a burning mind.
Xie, a classmate, has always been calm enough. This extremely professional calmness in her body is what the classmates and teachers admire the most, even more than her IQ. In clinical practice, Xie is the most afraid of panic.
The classmate has not panicked so far and has been working hard to save her.
"You should be a bystander," Lin Hao reminded him.
These words cannot be applied to Student Xie at this moment. Pan Shihua knew that Student Xie couldn't even figure it out himself, so how could he.
If you don’t believe it, look around.
Don't think that teachers dare to stand aside and watch callously in order to torture them and train their medical students. This is a patient on the operating table. Killing a patient on the operating table does no good to the teachers.
In this regard, Liu Jingyun and the other young doctors who were watching all figured this out, and their faces turned white with fear.
What should the boss do if there is nothing he can do?
Ye Sujin turned her head, blinked a few times, and then looked at her husband, the boss in her heart: Say something!
What should he say?
On the operating table, she was doing all the actions that could save the little life. She was performing the current standard procedures for rescuing children in cardiac surgery all the time, and she was doing it in a very standard way. After watching these cardiac surgery experts, they could only
It’s blameless. If they were to go up there, they would just do the same actions and things. - Cao Yudong thought.
