"Director Qiu, asking you, the director of the Department of Anesthesiology, to perform anesthesia is too serious," Su Yun said jokingly.
"I used to be an anesthesiologist who worked with Mr. Bao on the cardiothoracic surgery. After Mr. Bao passed away, he came to me for difficult cardiothoracic surgeries. The old rules for so many years cannot be changed for a while." Director Qiu said this His tone was a little pretentious, and his complaints were mixed with more pride.
After all, this was his territory. Mr. Bao performed the most difficult cardiothoracic surgeries in the country. The anesthesiologists who worked with him should be proud of it.
Along the way, Zheng Ren kept asking about the patient's condition, and Director Qiu answered in detail.
Soon Zheng Ren had specific ideas about how the patient should be operated on, but he had no intention of going on stage. This is not a 912 call. Zheng Ren would not do such an inhumane thing just to steal someone's surgery.
Arriving at the hospital, Director Qiu took Zheng Ren and Su Yun all the way to the door of the locker room.
With the chief director of the numbness department, the most troublesome level for the doctors can almost be described as a lie.
I don’t know why, no matter which hospital it is, the middle-aged and elderly ladies who guard the dressing rooms are extremely difficult to talk to. Acrimonious and harsh, intimidating.
It's like this in 912. Because of Fang Lin's incident, Zheng Ren was looked at in a different light. Just after he came in, Zheng Ren glanced at the gatekeeper here, who was probably the kind who found it difficult to speak.
But it’s okay not to do this, otherwise the operating room will be crowded with fellow trainees, making it as messy as a vegetable market.
"Director Qiu, fortunately you are the chief director. I was still in graduate school at the time, and I went to the surgery every day. Sometimes I was not on the operating sheet, and if I wanted to go up and do the surgery, I had to talk down and talk." Su Yun said with a smile. arrive.
Zheng Ren sighed inwardly. The gatekeeper might be fair to others, but she would never be fair to Su Yun.
This guy is just talking nonsense, but you can't take it seriously.
"These surgical directors will bring interns up when they have nothing to do, and sometimes they will bring three or five people on stage. The concept of sterility in the operating room is no longer necessary." Director Qiu said, showing a bit of the majesty of the director of the Department of Anesthesia. .
"Yes, it's simply outrageous." Su Yun continued with a smile.
Director Qiu went in to change his shoes and made a phone call to pick up the patient. The time is just right, eight thirty minutes.
After changing clothes, Zheng Ren and Director Qiu walked into the operating room. While walking, Director Qiu introduced the hospital's advanced operating room equipment and the history of the hospital's development.
Like 912, and even like Haicheng, hospitals only developed rapidly after the 21st century. The operating room is just a microcosm and belongs to the frontline.
"The operating personnel enter the operating room according to the list on the operation notice. Non-operating personnel, including training and interns, who want to visit the operation must indicate their names on the operation notice, and can only enter with the consent of the department director and head nurse." Qiu The director said: "We have strict management of visits to the laminar flow operating room."
"Director Qiu, when you said that, I felt so panicked that I was about to be kicked out in the next second. Once Mr. Sun of Xiehe caught me on stage, but the head nurse saw me and scolded me. , but I was kicked out." Su Yun wore a three-layer mask and spoke in an angry voice. (Note 1)
"How could that happen?" Director Qiu said with a smile: "But as the director, we cannot take the lead in breaking the rules. I stopped the assistant's surgery. You two are aggrieved and are doing me a favor in name."
Oh, no wonder Director Qiu has been talking about the hospital feeling. It turns out this is the case.
Zheng Ren suddenly remembered that he had performed an operation before, and he asked Director Lin Gelin to sit at the door and watch the door.
It's a good thing to be stricter in management. Use rules in everything and be less merciful. On this point, hospitals in the south perform better. Large hospitals are very strict, but control and management in Haicheng are not good.
"Boss Zheng, Doctor Su, don't mind." Director Qiu explained repeatedly: "It's enough for me to do it myself, you don't need to reach out."
"It's okay." Zheng Ren smiled, "It's a good thing to follow the rules. It's already troublesome for you to come in and visit the operating room."
Director Qiu felt a stone fall in his heart. I thought to myself that Boss Zheng said he was hard to talk to and a little unkind, but now it seems to be pretty good.
When he arrived at the operating room, the flatbed cart carrying the patient had just come in. Zheng Ren habitually inserted the film into the reader, checked it twice, and then held his chin up to watch the film.
After entering the operating room, the patient was given oxygen through a mask, and the electrocardiogram and pulse oximetry were routinely monitored. The patient completed radial artery puncture and cannulation to monitor arterial blood pressure, which was 145/72mmHg.
"Director Qiu, I have been under anesthesia for a few days before. Let me be your assistant." Seeing that his boss was looking at the film with his chin on his head as if he was about to perform an operation, Su Yun said to Director Qiu with a smile.
It's okay to do such a big operation alone, but after all, it's best to have someone to help. Director Qiu said a few polite words and then agreed.
The surgeon knows anesthesia, maybe he only knows a little bit about it, but he won't be able to point out what to do. Just running errands is enough, Director Qiu thought to himself.
"For induction of anesthesia, give 3 mg of midazolam, 20 mg of etomidate, 10 mg of atracurium besylate, and 150 μg of sufentanil. Do you think this dose is okay?" Su Yun asked while operating quickly.
Director Qiu was stunned for a moment and nodded repeatedly.
He was a little surprised when he saw that Su Yun's technique was as neat as a professional anesthesiologist, "Teacher Su, you haven't been doing this for a day or two."
"Oh, when I was doing scientific research, I anesthetized the mice myself." Su Yundao said, "I can't find a good anesthesiologist to do scientific research with me. It's like catching a duck."
"..." Director Qiu was speechless. White mice are consumables in scientific research. To anesthetize the white mice... Do they need to be cared for after the operation
"What scientific research do you do?"
"3D printing the hearts of mice for transplantation."
Let me go... Are all the assistants around Boss Zheng such awesome people? Director Qiu became serious.
"Did the experiment succeed?"
"I don't know." Su Yun said while inducing the patient.
"Huh?" Director Qiu asked puzzledly, "Why don't you know?"
"I took care of the mice for a few days after the operation. After they recovered, I put them in a cage to see the long-term effects. Something happened in the hospital at that time, and I didn't go there for a few days. They were starving and left the cages empty. Knock them away and they all run away."
“…”
"Without the long-term effect evaluation, I couldn't enter the first phase of clinical trials. Something happened again, so I went back to Haicheng." Su Yun said with a little regret, "Later, I went to 912 with my boss, and I was still busy with the Nobel Prize. project. I originally wanted to pick it up after the Nobel Prize was over, but I’m getting busier and busier and I really don’t have time.”