"Lao Cui, tell me what Boss Zheng did that day." Lao He struggled out of fear and panic, grinned reluctantly, and started to get to the point.
But as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
But Lao He knew that fear was useless.
He had to figure it out on his own in the future, so he began to pay attention to Boss Zheng's level of anesthesia.
In fact, Lao He himself has a good idea of Boss Zheng's anesthesia level. He even knows something as "unpopular" as extracorporeal circulation, so his anesthesia level must be very high.
And Director Xu of the Anesthesiology Department, his level is high enough! When rescuing a patient with malignant hyperthermia in the emergency department, Director Xu squatted beside the urine bag and watched the patient's urine output.
Director Xu's violent temper, if he hadn't been crushed by technology, how could he be so honest? The person who pointed the finger had already been kicked away.
But Lao He was very curious about how high Boss Zheng's anesthesia level was.
Maybe everything he showed off was just a cloud in Boss Zheng's eyes, and he was like a gorilla in the zoo, stupidly pretending to be ugly and good.
"The patient's airway was somewhat deformed. We often see this kind of patient. I intubated the tube very carefully, but no one thought it would happen but inserted it into the trachea." Cui Zhiying said: "I wasn't sure at the time. Boss Zheng came in and pushed me away. Go to the side, unplug the ventilator, start artificial respiration, and ask for a fiberoptic bronchoscope."
Lao He can imagine this process.
Boss Zheng looked gentle, but at that time he was normal. During the rescue, he was as violent as a lion. In the operating room, he is the only king and no one is allowed to challenge his authority.
Lao He didn't speak, just looked at Cui Zhiying quietly.
The cigarette in his hand was burning silently, and he was guessing when Boss Zheng would use the fiberoptic bronchoscope to intubate the trachea.
As an anesthesiologist, the key tasks include two tracheal intubations and understanding of machines and drug dosages.
The length of tracheal intubation can definitely indicate the technical level of an anesthesiologist.
The control of drug dosage is another matter.
Seeing the leopard through the pipe, this is what Lao He wants to do now. Understand Boss Zheng’s level so you know what you should do.
"I ran to get the things, and Boss Zheng inserted the endotracheal tube in three strokes," Cui Zhiying said.
Lao He suddenly became angry.
After listening for so long, I almost scared myself to death, just hearing the words three times five divided by two
Isn't this nonsense
"Old Cui, how long did it take Boss Zheng to get in?" Lao He asked.
"Uh..." Cui Zhiying was startled.
"You were so nervous at the time that you forgot?" Lao He gave an explanation that he thought was reasonable.
"That's not true, it's just that I think I was dazzled and saw it wrong." Cui Zhiying lowered his head, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Dazzled?" Lao He asked in surprise.
"Well, I saw Boss Zheng looking at the mirror, and he put the fiberoptic bronchoscope in at once, and then started intubation, which took no more than 10 seconds." Cui Zhiying said, "This is definitely impossible, so I think My eyes are dazzled."
10 seconds, not even that!
Lao He was speechless, he felt a little cold.
As a general surgery doctor, you just need to perform general surgery well. Why do you have to learn anesthesia so well!
Lao He was wailing in his heart!
Things that he couldn't understand before were now explained in Lao He's mind.
No wonder people insist on having a pair of twin sisters become anesthesiologists regardless of their level of skill.
It turns out that Boss Zheng is a very high-level person. He doesn't care what the anesthesiologist does, as long as he obeys him, that's enough.
No matter what unexpected situation happens, with Boss Zheng here, it can be solved and nothing will happen.
Yes, that's how confident you are.
What Boss Zheng wants is to be obedient. Just work honestly and don't be too pushy during emergency rescue.
A pair of obedient twin sisters... Thinking of this, Lao He's heart gradually turned into ice.
My opponent is definitely not the twin sisters, but the almost omnipotent Boss Zheng!
Lao He almost cried.
What should I do? Want to surpass Boss Zheng in anesthesia level? Maybe he would have understood it this way in the past, but after listening to Cui Zhiying's words, Lao He knew that Boss Zheng's anesthesia level was several orders of magnitude higher than his own.
In less than 10 seconds, a tracheal intubation tube with a malformed airway was inserted. This level... let alone myself, not even Director Xu, or even all the masters I had seen in my life, could not do it.
It's not completely impossible. When practicing on a dummy, you may occasionally get lucky like this.
But in emergency rescue, when adrenaline surges in the body, not one person in a hundred can stay absolutely calm.
What can be done in normal times must be at least discounted in actual combat.
You know, what you were dealing with at that time were injured people who were about to die, not training dummies.
At this level... Lao He almost sprayed Cui Zhiying with a mouthful of blood.
"Lao He, I really envy you." Cui Zhiying finished smoking, opened the window, and said with a wry smile: "Follow Boss Zheng well, I'm going to see the surgery."
Lao He didn't send him as a gift, but he felt bitter in his heart.
In less than 10 seconds, the tracheal intubation was inserted, and the patient still had a malformed airway.
At this level, I can still do nothing by myself.
Thinking about it, he felt a little frustrated.
But after all, Lao He had lived his whole life. If he didn't have some optimism, he might have jumped off the building and committed suicide long ago, ending his life.
Boss Zheng is awesome, that's for sure, otherwise why would he be so focused on hugging someone else's lap
But Boss Zheng is so awesome, why don't he delay his performance? With him around, he can save some worries, so why not
Even if they are twin sisters... It doesn't matter if the obedient twin sisters come. They are responsible for serving as vases for the eyes, and they are responsible for doing the work before and after running.
Although they don’t have to do any work, they may still get more than themselves. But as long as you have your own seat, whether it is a business seat or a first-class seat, a standing ticket is enough.
Thinking of this, Lao He became happy.
Standing ticket, given my level, it should be no problem. Look at today, Boss Zheng took the initiative to call him to inquire about the real situation. This is a good start.
The one you solved by yourself should be pretty good, at least 7 points.
Lao He thought and pulled up the chat history again. Because there may not always be people with water in the group at any time, during this period, two anesthesiologists also said that they encountered similar situations.
After adding them as friends, Lao He began to consult in detail, and began to log on to the New England English website to search for relevant content.
As long as Boss Zheng needs it, he will produce a complete document just like he is doing a doctoral thesis.
There was a smile on Lao He's lips. His hair was gray, but his whole body was full of energy, as if he was twenty years younger and returned to the era when he graduated with a doctorate.