"How many surgeons are there in the country, how many female surgeons are there, and how many female cardiothoracic surgeons are actually on the operating table as the chief surgeon?"
"A thousand? A hundred? Ten? One?!"
"No, what you said is completely wrong." The voice of the people on the stage became smaller and smaller, "The answer is zero—"
In 1996, the emergency room of the Third People's Hospital of Minjiang District, Songyuan City. In the dark night, a dilapidated emergency room loomed. The light bulbs hanging in the yard in front of the door were shaken by the wind and scattered, which formed a sharp contrast with the colorful neon lights on the road outside.
The big red letter said that the ambulance of the Third Hospital roared and turned into the big iron gate of the hospital, and there was a loud bang when the car body rubbed against the gate. The security guard in the security booth rushed out to check the situation at the gate.
Because of the loud noise, Xie Wanying who was standing in the yard woke up, her blurred vision became clear, and the focus fell on the door of the emergency room.
I saw a few nurses rushing out of the emergency room pushing the ambulance bed in a hurry, and the male doctor who was one step ahead of the nurses quickly checked the pupils of the patients lying on the ambulance with a flashlight in hand.
"blood pressure?"
"70 systolic, 40 diastolic."
"Hypotension, what is it? What is the patient's complaint?"
"Say it hurts."
"Heart attack? Myocardial infarction?"
A stethoscope is attached to the patient's chest to listen. At this time, the patient was profusely sweating, his complexion was already bloodless, like a dead person, and his lips were pale. The male doctor said: "Hurry up and get a shot of morphine to relieve the pain."
"Wrong, it's not a myocardial infarction, it's a ruptured aortic aneurysm. The pale complexion is not because of the pain, but because of blood loss—" Xie Wanying murmured a series of words unconsciously with her slightly opened mouth.
Several nurses pushed the lathe and sent the patient to the emergency room. The emergency doctor walked quickly behind the patient and nurse, and suddenly stopped when he heard the words in the wind. Turning around, he saw the girl standing in the yard.
The girl was thin and tall, with a black braid, like a willow fluttering in the wind, with fair skin and slender wrists, and she was wearing a blue and white high school uniform.
Xie Wanying, who was looked at by the other party, was also looking at the face of the man opposite.
This male doctor is handsome enough.
The face with a small chin, the standard boyish face, is not like the blunt face with Chinese characters, which is very popular among young girls. The hair is trimmed according to the trend of stars at this stage, the ends are small and broken, the bangs are flying, and the two eyeballs are bright and bright in the night.
When he was not wearing a white coat, he would probably be misunderstood as a little singer singing with a guitar while walking on the road. Wearing a white coat is even more eye-catching.
The age may be in the early twenties, the actual age may be older, because the face is too good-looking to hide the actual age.
Xie Wanying's eyes fell on the doctor's card hanging on the chest of the man's white coat, which read: Brain Surgery, Cao Yong. In other words, the black pen that this man hangs on the pocket of his white coat is cool.
In brain surgery, it's no wonder that he didn't recognize the difference between myocardial infarction and aortic rupture in the first place. Xie Wanying thought.
"Doctor Cao, patient—" the emergency nurse ran to the door and called.
Hearing the nurse's call, Cao Yong quickly turned around and walked into the emergency room, but he couldn't get rid of the high school girl he saw just now in his mind.
Which student? which school? How can you say the medical term for a ruptured aortic aneurysm
Did he hear wrong