"I'm fine." Director Miao said.
"Director, would you like to help me take a look?" Director Liu whispered, "The patient's condition is now stable, but I'm still worried..."
"Okay." Director Miao agreed without hesitation, as if he was still the director of 912 Urology Department.
After hearing Director Miao's promise, Director Liu felt confident.
After hanging up the video, Director Liu took a long breath as he looked at the patient lying on the operating table in a stable condition.
Those few minutes were really scary.
Director Liu subconsciously asked Director Miao to call him. This was just an impression, an idea, and a consciousness that had remained in his heart for many years.
When there is a situation that I am not sure about, I should go to Director Miao. Although this idea gradually faded away with Director Miao's retirement, in the rare moment, Director Liu still seemed to have grasped the last chance...
Straw or blade? Director Liu was startled.
After the rescue was successful, reality returned to us. What if Director Miao takes the opportunity to counterattack? This question appeared in Director Liu's mind and could not be erased once he thought of it.
At that time, Director Miao left the familiar department because of jumping off a building. This was an accident that no one expected.
Director Liu seized the opportunity when the group was leaderless. Instead of falling into endless grief, he immediately occupied the position of acting director through various channels.
Originally, he regarded Director Miao as his biggest opponent. Director Liu was only the acting director at the time. He knew that as soon as Director Miao returned from illness, the director's dream would be shattered.
But God follows people's wishes, and Director Miao unexpectedly chose to retire directly out of frustration.
However, Director Liu's position was not stable. He was timid for a moment, but the patient suddenly appeared in a state that he did not understand and was on the verge of death. Director Liu subconsciously grabbed the last blade - the blade.
Thinking about it now, the patient should be fine, but what about me
Director Liu was a little confused.
It is said that Director Miao has retired, but once he is re-employed, will the professors who were originally suppressed by him and are ready to make moves around Director Miao and oppose him
These intriguing thoughts flashed through Director Liu's mind.
But he couldn't think about that much anymore. Director Liu sat on the stool in the corner of the operating room in confusion. For a moment, he was in an emergency and couldn't think of anything else, and for a moment he was back to the reality of intrigue. Director Liu felt that his mind was a little confused.
Although the patient's condition was stable, he only knew a little bit about gas embolism. Director Liu didn't know what kind of complications there would be in the future.
Forget it, just wait until Director Miao comes back.
Director Liu was a little bored. In fact, it was quite good to be a leading professor. At least there was no pressure. It's better to run around and throw knives on weekends and earn some money through hard work than to be so scared in Cory.
"Director Liu, what should we do next?" Lao He asked, looking at the patient lying on the operating table and then at Director Liu.
"Let's wait until Director Miao comes." Director Liu said.
Lao He smiled. Some people are suitable to be directors, and some are not. Director Liu is the kind of person who is not suitable. His skin is not thick enough, his heart is not dark enough, he is a good person in the traditional sense.
Forget it, this matter has nothing to do with me. Anyway, at the critical moment, Boss Zheng thought of him and Brother Yun called him, which once again proved his status in the medical team.
It would be nice to be able to quietly stay with Boss Zheng as a dedicated anesthetist. Lao He took out the USB flash drive from his pocket and plugged it into the USB interface.
I also belong to the kind of person who is not born to be a leader, so it is better to delve into the business and follow Boss Zheng.
Lao He understood clearly that Director Xu gave him a deputy director and he took over. But I can only do nothing, and just have the title of deputy director is enough.
As the song of good luck sounded, Lao He gradually became happy.
At the beginning, he was a little resistant to the song Good Luck Comes. Listening to it once or twice was enough. He had to listen to it for every operation, and he would soon get bored.
But after the incident with the red wedding dress, Lao He heard Good Luck Lai Lai and found it pleasant. It was simply a BGM specially designed for surgery. There is no music more suitable than it.
To this day, if I don't listen to this song, it doesn't feel like I'm having surgery on stage. Even if he is not on the same stage as Boss Zheng, Lao He is still used to playing "Good Luck" on a loop.
Sitting in front of the operating table, Lao He looked at the anesthetist, then at the patient's ECG monitoring and ventilator, and then said: "Xiao Xiu, stop the pure oxygen and let the concentration drop."
"Oh!" The anesthesiologist immediately followed Lao He's instructions.
"Lao He, do you think there is cerebral hypoxia?" the anesthesiologist asked.
"Probably not. Didn't you keep rescuing me when there was a problem? I took a look at the rescue medicine and thought there would be no problem." Lao He said with a smile.
"If there is a gas embolism in the left ventricle, will it cause cerebral infarction?" The anesthesiologist timidly asked another sharp question.
This question was like a hammer, hitting Director Liu's heart.
"Probably not. I just took a brief look at the patient's reflexes, and the embolism has not yet reached the brain. We will know after a while, when Director Miao and Boss Zheng arrive." Lao He expressed his thoughts but was firm. Refuse to take responsibility.
"I'm scared to death." The anesthesiologist sat on the round stool next to the operating table and gasped. "Fortunately, Director Liu made a quick decision and called Director Miao as soon as possible."
Lao He looked at the anesthesiologist and knew that he was also a little confused. Can he say this in front of Director Liu
He glanced at Director Liu again and saw that he was sitting absentmindedly in the corner of the room, not knowing what he was thinking, so he smiled and changed the subject.
"Do you know why I am willing to listen to this song to bring good luck?"
"Ah?" The anesthesiologist was stunned for a moment. Lao He changed the topic very abruptly, and he didn't understand it for a while.
"There is a special BGM when Boss Zheng performs surgery. Although I don't think Boss Zheng listens to music at all, Boss Zheng never makes mistakes during surgery. Listening to this song, it really wards off all evils!" Lao He said with a smile, "Recommended!"
"Uh..." The anesthesiologist was startled for a moment. He listened carefully to the cheerful music of Good Luck. This is indeed the case. Whether it is a surgery or not, patients, their families, doctors and nurses all seek a good word.
Just because of the good mouth color, if you are lucky, you will be chosen directly.
"I'll let it go next time, Lao He. I'll copy your USB flash drive later." the anesthesiologist said.
"Go online and download it yourself. Mine is exclusive to Boss Zheng." Lao He said.
After chatting for a few words, the atmosphere in the operating room gradually relaxed.