Putting on the stethoscope, Mr. Zhang listened to the injured person's heart and lungs after surgery, and then observed the numbers displayed on the instrument. Finally, he turned his head and looked back at the injured person's newly reattached severed finger, his scheming gray eyes.
Sparkling like a night star.
Don't act too hastily. Whether the operation on the injured person is ultimately successful or not requires a period of post-operative observation before we can make a conclusion. Of course, the experience and medical talent of the big boss cannot be compared with ordinary people. You can make a preliminary judgment on the outcome of the operation based on the current situation.
For this reason, Zhang Huayao's eyes met Ren Zhelun's.
I had not been at the operation site before and had not seen the operation process, so I could only ask the person who performed the operation for confirmation. It is most appropriate to ask Ren Zhelun. He was the closest and had the clearest observation of the whole process.
When their eyes met, a code flashed through their eyes like lightning and thunder.
Boss Zhang: Did you see how she touched the blood vessels?
Boss Ren: Yes. Your judgment is correct.
What's the countermeasure?
What Laoyoutiao Junior Sister is probably very good at is her blood vessels.
For a surgeon, especially a cardiac surgeon who is responsible for the human circulatory system, it is very important to perform surgery to ensure the smoothness and balance of blood flow in blood vessels. Whether this aspect is done well or not can be seen in a patient's heart.
How skilled can a surgeon be?
Well, Mr. Zhang can tell that the blood vessels are well connected through the condition of the injured person's heart, lungs and fingers after surgery.
The two bosses looked at each other anxiously because tonight's accident made them inadvertently seem to be able to touch the success rate of the upcoming robot surgery.
Putting down his stethoscope, Mr. Zhang raised his arms and waved to a group of people: "Let's go have supper, I'll treat you."
Following Leader Zhang's order, the hospital cafeteria chef had already prepared midnight snacks and sent someone to the emergency department at a speed comparable to that of doctors in an emergency.
Dr. Li Shunkang sent a student to work with anesthetist Dr. Tang and nurses to escort the post-operative patients to the ICU.
Young people like Xie Wanying have to make up medical orders and write surgical records next.
"Work after eating." Boss Zhang said to the young people.
It takes ten or twenty minutes to have a midnight snack without wasting time. The most important thing is to be able to save people.
Xie Wanying raised her hand and reported to the leader: "I want to see the students first."
"Student?" Mr. Zhang may not have reacted. There was a question mark in his eyes. He was surprised that there were any students following her since she was not on duty tonight.
Xie Wanying blinked twice and reported to the leader: Your nephew.
(Zhang Shuping: It’s over. My uncle must have been so excited when he saw that Dr. Xie’s surgery was so successful that he forgot about me.)
You can imagine the black thread in his nephew's heart. Boss Zhang didn't dare to say no, so he asked her to go find someone.
At this point, Xie Wanying parted ways with the others and walked alone to find the student. Halfway through, she took out her mobile phone and prepared to call Luo Xiaomei.
It is one of the doctors' responsibilities to promptly notify the patient's family of the patient's injury. However, he was busy rescuing patients and had no time. Once there is time, this important matter must be handled in accordance with the law.
Xie Wanying's heart was heavy when she thought of the siblings who had lost their parents and were left to support each other, only to have things go wrong again and again. After seeing more clinical work, she would find that the difficulties faced by poor families are often easier to deal with than those of rich families.
It's like bad luck has struck him.
Walk with your head down.
A voice shouted from behind: "What's the phone number?"
It was Senior Brother Ren's voice.
Stopping her feet, Xie Wanying turned around to confirm whose phone number Senior Brother Ren wanted from her.
