Director Miao changed his clothes slowly. He was familiar with everything here, but he seemed to have forgotten it. His movements when changing clothes were a little awkward, like an intern who had just entered the operating room, careful and reserved.
"Director Miao, do you feel familiar when you return to 912? A local accent hits your face, the kind that can make you burst into tears." Su Yun asked in the locker room.
Director Miao changed clothes silently and did not answer Su Yun's question.
"Director Miao, we don't take on such literary and artistic people." Su Yun said with a smile: "What happened is over, you are here to take care of your apprentice. What's the matter, it's not enough for me and the boss to be your followers. Don't worry, no more Wait ten years, and by then we will have become schoolboys."
"Don't always call him a pedant." Zheng Ren was very dissatisfied with this word.
"You can't become schoolboys." Director Miao knew what Su Yun meant, and he said while slowly putting on the isolation suit.
"Director Miao, you have gained a lot of weight in the past six months at home, and you can see it as soon as you take off your clothes." Su Yun continued.
Director Miao did not answer Su Yun's words, but said: "Those who have no ability and can only copy papers will become academic hooligans, because they have no confidence. As for you, what you take out are all established surgical techniques. Why? I will be afraid of challenges from others. Those who engage in clinical practice, in the end, rely on our true skills and the work we do."
"How did you know?" Su Yun asked.
"During the video just now, you went to make a call. Boss Zheng took the phone and talked to He Junjin directly. Do you two suspect gas embolism?" Director Miao asked softly.
"Didn't you say it first? Why did you forget it when you were nervous?" Su Yun said casually: "Don't be stubborn. If you say no, we have to install a surveillance camera in your home. If you have proof, we will look back. .”
Director Miao smiled, took the mask and hat from Zheng Ren, and put them on neatly. He subconsciously wanted to open a familiar wardrobe and look in the mirror to see if his hat was on properly, but the wardrobe was locked.
"Doctors, some are good at surgery, some are good at writing papers, and the same professors, some with great reputations can make a mess of the surgery." Director Miao said, "Boss Zheng, Xiao Su, if you can conquer cancer …”
"Don't mention it!" Su Yun quickly interrupted Director Miao, "Director Miao, you are trying to flatter me. We don't do that. Conquering cancer is something that only humans can do? How many large groups are throwing money at it? Not a splash is visible.”
"Are you still working hard? Being so young, as long as you have goals, it's good." Director Miao arranged his hat and mask. He felt a little uncomfortable because he didn't look in the mirror.
"Go and have a look. Why do you think Director Liu came to you?"
"Xiao Liu is usually cautious, but the good thing is that after experiencing it once, he will think it through." Director Miao said, "He must not be sure what complications the patient will have after experiencing an air embolism."
"Director Miao, you have thought a lot about the professors below." Su Yun said with a smile.
"Do you think the director is so easy to be?" Director Miao scolded: "Everyone has a small calculation in their mind. As long as the treatment is not delayed, I don't care about them and just go to work. But if I don't think about them, they have to think about me."
After saying that, Director Miao smiled and said, "Looking at it now, it's all nonsense."
"Yes! It's better to dance in the square to save your worries."
"Don't worry!" Director Miao swore, "Look carefully at the people who dance in the square. There are some who are good at it, but they can't stand at the front. Some people go to another square dance team. , organized a team to fight back. Some people just danced like that, not fighting against the world."
"A square dance is full of intrigues, but being a director will cause more problems." Director Miao said, "It's better to retire. My square dancing is not professional. I'm just like an intern. I don't care if someone says something to me." Don’t care, just for fun.”
Zheng Ren smiled. Director Miao had experienced that once, and he had lived a clear life. Now let go of many things that you couldn't let go of before. Looking back, the scenery will naturally be different.
"Why do you think I didn't call 912 for re-examination?" Director Miao asked.
"Come on, just like the boss." Su Yun said, "So don't be unhappy. Do you think whatever you see when you come back will bring back bad memories?"
Zheng Ren kicked Su Yun in the back and told him not to mention it.
"There are reasons for this, but more importantly... forget it, don't think about the bad things in the department." Director Miao said, "When I came back and took a look, I felt that this hurdle has been passed."
With that said, several people walked into the operating room.
"Director Miao, you're here." Director Liu stood up immediately and said respectfully, just like half a year ago.
"Yes." Director Miao did not look at Director Liu, but walked directly to the anesthesiologist, picked up the anesthesia record sheet and read it.
The anesthesiologist felt the strong aura coming from Director Miao. He stood beside Director Miao nonchalantly, thinking to himself that fortunately, he recorded clearly and neatly in chronological order.
Otherwise, if Director Miao scolds me, he might even have the half-written anesthesia form thrown in his face, which would be so embarrassing.
"Stethoscope." Director Miao stretched out his hand.
Immediately, Su Yun handed the stethoscope that he didn't know where it came from to Director Miao's hand. It seemed that he had expected Director Miao to do this and had already prepared for it.
"The sputum sound in both lungs is very heavy, sputum is being sucked out." Director Miao said.
The anesthesiologist immediately put on gloves and started suctioning. This time, under the command of Director Miao, the suction position was very deep, and the patient's irritating cough brought out a lot of pink foamy sputum.
"Blood gas analysis."
The anesthesiologist quickly collected blood, used the machine in the operating room to perform a blood gas analysis, and handed the test sheet to Director Miao.
"Considering pulmonary edema, normal reaction, nothing to worry about."
"The patient's condition is fine. Let's go for a major surgery. Have you informed the patient's family?" Director Miao gently placed the anesthesia record sheet on the flat cart in front of the anesthesiologist and said calmly.
"Having an abdominal dissection?"
"Otherwise!" Director Miao said sternly: "Something has happened with pneumoperitoneum. We can no longer perform laparoscopy. We must first communicate with the patient's family and then come back for laparotomy."
"Okay director, let's talk briefly before the operation. I'll go and talk about it right away." Director Liu stood up straight, and he subconsciously agreed directly.
After speaking, Director Liu turned around and left. He wanted to explain to the patient's family in person.
Everything is as before, the painting style is familiar to everyone, and no one questions it.
Director Miao clasped his hands behind his back, patrolling his territory like an old lion king.
Zheng Ren said nothing. If possible, he really wanted Director Miao to continue patrolling like this.