This Doctor Fang is even worse than her at this moment. His brain is filled with water.

Doctor Fang was glared at and dared not say a word.

As a doctor, you can't give up easily. He just wanted to push the patient directly to the surgery department because he was afraid of what he said, which was not right.

Internists also consider the best for their patients and fight for them until the very last moment.

When the people in the control room heard what was said in the sterile operating room, everyone knew that Jin Tianyu's next attempt might determine the life or death of the patient.

Yu Xuexian had a solemn brow and could only continue to wait for the result at the last moment.

Fu Xinheng made a gesture to Li Chengyuan, and if he saw something wrong, he would immediately call the anesthesiologist to come down.

Li Chengyuan picked up the phone.

Xie Wanying stared at the surgical situation on the other side of the glass, and the words in her heart surged to her throat again: she wanted to try, even if she was alone, if she could work hard to come up with a solution.

...

...

But no matter how she calculated, her brain couldn't figure out how to deal with one person.

"Yingying, can I help you do it?"

Who was talking to her? Suddenly, she felt like she was dreaming. She knew Dr. Song's voice would never be like that.

Turning her head, she looked at the person who was speaking with uncertainty: Is it classmate Pan?

Pan Shihua's fair and gentle face was like a clear white moonlight, quietly emitting a soft and flexible power. When he saw her looking over, he nodded to her, confirming that she had heard correctly.

"What did you say?" Feng Yicong came back to his senses and looked at Pan in surprise.

Who does Pan want to help? Yingying? The top student in Yingying's class? No one can understand her actions.

It would be a miracle if Pan could help Yingying.

Feng Yicong muttered in his heart that Pan was overestimating his abilities. If you volunteer, you should first be sure of your own abilities. The monitor, who was the second best student in the class, didn't dare to say that.

As a child of a doctor, Yue Wentong has always been cautious. The reason he dared to help Xie last time was because he had worked in the Department of Neurosurgery. He was very unfamiliar with today's PCI and naturally did not dare to speak. He was not Xie, and he could not become a medical know-it-all like Xie, who had a massive knowledge base installed in his body.

Besides, the last time he helped her insert the cranial drainage tube, he did almost nothing, she did it all by herself.

Those who can truly match her skills should be on the same level as hers.

At this stage, only Song Xuelin has it.

Yue Wentong gave Pan a meaningful look: If you want to sympathize with this female academic master in the class and do something for her, the class monitor can understand your feelings, but the teacher is here, so don't show off your skills in front of an expert.

Pan Shihua's expression suddenly became stiff. After the class monitor's kind reminder, he noticed that a group of teachers and senior students were looking at him.

Yu Xuexian, Fu Xinheng, and Li Chengyuan, three pairs of eyes locked on Pan, all with a look of surprise: Where did this person come from?

It was normal that the teachers and seniors didn't recognize or remember him. For example, he had never been in the cardiothoracic surgery department. Only a striking medical student like Xie could attract the attention of teachers in other departments.

Pan Shihua's psychological pressure suddenly increased dramatically, and his fair face turned a little pale.

"What's his name?" Li Chengyuan turned to the others and the nurse and asked who recognized this person.

The nurse shook her head: I don’t recognize him.

Fu Xinheng's cold eyes flashed with displeasure: Whoever says something at this critical moment will be fully responsible. Don't say that medical students can speak and express opinions at will. Because it is very likely to affect important decisions.