Putting on a stethoscope, Mr. Zhang listened to the heart and lungs of the injured after the operation, and then observed the various numbers displayed on the instrument. Finally, he turned his head and looked back at the severed finger that the wounded had just connected. The small gray eyes that were scheming were gleaming like
Same night star. Don't act too hastily. Whether the operation of the wounded is ultimately successful or not needs to be observed for a period of time before a conclusion can be drawn. Of course, the experience and medical talent of the boss cannot be compared with ordinary people.
It is time to judge the outcome of the operation.
For this reason, Zhang Huayao's eyes matched Ren Zhelun's.
I hadn't been at the surgery site before and didn't see the surgery process, so I could only ask the person who performed the surgery for verification. It is most appropriate to ask Zhelun Ren, who is the closest and has the clearest observation throughout the whole process.
When the eyes of the two met, the two pairs of eyes flashed a signal like lightning and thunder.
Brother Zhang: Did you see how she hurt the blood vessels
Boss Ren: Yes. You are right.
What's the right way
The place where the old youtiao junior sister is very powerful is probably the blood vessels. For a surgeon, especially a cardiac surgeon who is responsible for the human circulatory system, how to perform surgery to ensure the smoothness and balance of blood flow in blood vessels is very important. Whether this is done well or not, you can see
How far can a heart surgeon go.
Um. Mr. Zhang can see and hear that the blood vessels are well connected through the condition of the heart, lungs and fingers of the injured after the operation.
The reason why the two bosses looked anxiously was because tonight's accident made them seem to be able to feel the probability of the success of the upcoming robotic surgery.
Putting down the stethoscope, Mr. Zhang waved his arms high and greeted a group of people: "Go for supper, I'll treat you."
According to the order of Leader Zhang, the chef in the canteen of the hospital has already prepared supper and sent someone to the emergency department. The speed is comparable to that of doctors in emergency situations.
Dr. Li Shunkang sent a student to escort the postoperative patient to the ICU together with the anesthetist Dr. Tang and nurses.
Young people like Xie Wanying will have to issue doctor's orders and write surgical medical records next.
"Go to work after eating." Mr. Zhang said to the young people.
Eat a supper for ten or twenty minutes, if you don't waste time, the most important thing is to save people.
Xie Wanying raised her hand and reported to the leader: "I'm going to visit the students first."
"Students?" Mr. Zhang might not have reacted, and there was a question mark in his eyes, wondering if there were any students following her when 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 seen Dr. Xie's operation so successful, his brain was too excited, and he forgot me in the back of his head.)
He could imagine the black line in his nephew's heart, Mr. Zhang didn't dare to say no, and asked her to go find someone.
At this point, Xie Wanying parted ways with the others and walked alone to find the students. On the way, she took out her mobile phone, ready to call Luo Xiaomei.
It is one of the doctor's responsibilities to inform the patient's family members of the patient's injury in a timely manner. It's just that I was busy rescuing patients before and didn't have time. Once I have time, I must do this important thing in accordance with the law. Thinking of the death of both parents of the brother and sister, only each other is left to support each other, and as a result, things went wrong again and again. Xie Wanying's heart is heavy. If you see more clinically, you will find that the difficulties of poor families are often easier than those of rich people.
Like bad luck.
Head down and walk.
A roar came 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.