Shi Jin quickened his movements.
"Suck."
His voice was flat, without fluctuations.
The assistant physician at the side suddenly turned pale with shock: "Doctor Shi, the patient's heartbeat has stopped."
Shi Jin raised his eyes, glanced at them, and then continued to focus on the incision in his hand. The bleeding was so severe that the left atrium aorta was flooded with blood, staining the sleeve of his blue sterile suit red.
After finding the bleeding port, Shi Jin said, "Surgical forceps."
The head nurse handed it over immediately.
"Massage the patient's heart." Shi Jin's voice was very low, calm and calm, "Doctor Liu, fast infusion."
Dr. Liu from the Department of Anesthesiology immediately set up five drip bottles and dripped the patient with sweat.
The auxiliary nurse's eyes were red, and she took a sterile headband to wipe the sweat of the surgeon.
The three assistant doctors and the two anesthesiologists all had tense faces, but Shi Jin, the chief surgeon, had no disturbance in his eyes from the beginning to the end. Even in such a race against time, the scalpel in his hand was still orderly and fast. No mess.
"Doctor Zhou, help me," Shi Jin said without looking up, "lower the body temperature to 28 degrees, and establish extracorporeal circulation."
The tone is very gentle and reassuring.
Dr. Zhou took a deep breath: "Okay."
The surroundings are noisy, the alarm on the monitor keeps ringing, and the siren of the police car, all mixed together in a chaotic manner. Listen carefully, but the gentle and deep male voice is silky, clear and clean, not in a hurry ringing.
"Vascular forceps."
"Surgical scissors."
"Suck."
The head nurse was highly concentrated and followed the operation rhythm of the chief surgeon.
The wound was at the artery of the left atrium, and the blood flow continued. Shi Jin put down the tool in his hand, inserted a finger, and pressed.
Found it, veins.
He said: "The venous blood is drained out of the body."
Doctor Zhou understood immediately.
After about fifteen minutes, the assistant physician next to the monitor said ecstatically, "Doctor Shi, the patient's heartbeat has recovered."
Shi Jin raised his eyes, glanced at the numbers on the instrument, and calmly lowered his long eyelashes again, his eyelids were light blue-gray, and his gaze was cooler than the moonlight.
He stretched out his hand: "Right-angle pliers."
His hands were long and slender, and the sterile gloves were covered with blood, which still couldn't cover the delicate and beautiful bones.
No matter when you look at it, Doctor Shi is so elegant, even if his hands are stained with blood, holding a knife, and his eyes are red, he still doesn't lose a bit of dignity and calmness.
After a moment of daze, the head nurse immediately handed over the right angle pliers.
The assistant doctors were all silent and concentrated, only the voice of the chief surgeon was calm and deep.
"Suck."
"Inject HKT solution."
"Surgical scissors."
"Back stitch."
Doctor Lu from the anesthesiology department said, "Doctor Shi, the patient's blood pressure is normal."
Shi Jin hummed, put down the scalpel, and said flatly, "Finishing stitches."
The head nurse immediately handed over the needle holder, and then prepared the tool for suction without delay, but was shocked when she turned around.
Blind stitch! It turned out to be a blind seam!
Heart and chest hemorrhage, the wound cannot be seen at all, and sutures are performed without timely suction, all relying on the surgeon's precise detection ability and exact suture technique. Blind sutures are not uncommon in surgery, but it is unheard of for cardiothoracic arteries.
There is only one Shi Jin who can repeatedly break through the limitations of surgery.
"It's fine." Shi Jin put down the needle holder in his hand, and said calmly, "Doctor Zhou, I'm sorry."
As usual, the finishing work is done by the assistant physician.
The head nurse couldn't wait to sew up the patient's incision, so she excitedly said to the patient's family: "The operation was successful, the operation was successful!"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
It was followed by deafening applause, which spontaneously resounded among the onlookers for a long time without stopping.
It was so shocking!
Aortic hemorrhage, even on a regular operating table, the success rate is only 10%, let alone at the scene of a car accident, the patient is bound to die on the spot if he is not careful, however, this thoracotomy lasted only a short time Finished perfectly in two hours.
Among the onlookers, many passers-by held their mobile phones and recorded the whole process of the operation. The camera was naturally partial to the surgeon.
It was a young man with an orchid figure, even though he was wearing the same surgical gown, he was still outstanding and elegant. He was still wearing a mask. Looking from a distance, under the short short hair, his pupils were pitch-black, turning light slightly, like a sparkling flower in the vast starry sky.
He turned his back, not knowing what he was talking to the doctor beside him.
The crowd was very lively, and all the spectators who were still in fear looked at each other. At the beginning of winter, many people broke into a profuse sweat.
Two young girls were wearing school uniforms, and they were still standing at the bus door.
"My heart almost jumped out of my head when I saw it just now." The little girl who spoke had a student's hair, was just shoulder-length, and had a delicate appearance.
The companion spread out his hand to show her: "My hands are sweaty."
Who is not? It is scary to look at.
The uncle driver who was also watching the fun interjected: "See, the surgeon is so calm, he didn't even shed a drop of sweat."
When it came to the chief surgeon, the 17-year-old girl had a startled face, her eyes glowed, and she said happily, "I've been watching him the whole time, he looks so handsome with the scalpel."
handsome…
The uncle driver rubbed his chin, and nodded his head rarely: "Men, the face is still secondary, the main thing is the unruffled aura of the chief surgeon—"
Before the uncle finished speaking, the two little girls at the door of the car were boiling.
"Look, take off the mask, take off the mask!"
"I'm stupid! Such good looks!" The girl grabbed her companion's schoolbag and was so excited, "Which hospital does he belong to? I'm going to meet the little brother doctor."
I don't know who it is, and replied: "It's the emergency team of Tianbei No. 1 Hospital."
"Fuck, my heart is not beating, I need to be cured by the little brother doctor."
"Go to Tianbei after school, do you want to go together?"
"Take me one."
Uncle driver: "..."
In this era of looking at faces, it is very helpless. The uncle took a glance from the corner of his eye, and was about to board the passenger, his eyes froze immediately.
Damn, the one who is the chief surgeon looks so handsome!
At one o'clock, after the program was recorded, Jiang Jiusheng walked out of the recording studio frowning.
Mo Bing took the coat and handed it to her: "What's the matter? Who recruited you?"
Jiang Jiusheng drooped his head, a little dejected: "Shi Jin didn't answer my call."
"That's it?" Mo Bing found it inconceivable that this kaolin flower in her family would sometimes wilt because of a man.
Doctor Shi may have come to attack her family's artist.
Jiang Jiusheng continued to be listless, lowered his head and closed his eyes, his thoughts drifted away.
Xiao Qiao came out of the lounge and bumped into the two people who came back. She quickly handed over the tablet in her hand: "Sister Sheng, look at this quickly."
Jiang Jiusheng raised his head, lacking in interest: "Huh?"
Xiao Qiao blushed with excitement: "It's Doctor Shi, Doctor Shi is on the top searches!"