A group of people looked at Zhang Huayao and found: Hey, what's wrong with this guy?
Zhang Huayao's expression was out of character. He seemed a little hesitant, and no one knew what he was doing.
Seeing the man's expression, Tan Kelin's heart skipped a beat: Could it be that this man had failed in front of his students just like him?
Recalling her answers to previous homework, Zhang Huayao was shocked to find that every sentence she said, including:
There will be no heavy bleeding during the operation, that's right.
Patients may suffer sudden heart attacks during surgery, yes.
The cause of the patient's heart attack during surgery cannot be found, that's right.
Beyond all doctors’ preventive judgment, yes…
Where did she get such accurate predictions? She claimed that it was her own feeling. Could it be that she had a sense of prophecy?
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Doctors are scientists and don't believe in things that are neither gods nor ghosts. Zhang Huayao's thick eyebrows were furrowed, and his wolf-like gray eyes hid a sharp light, and he was lost in thought with a bit of scrutiny.
Outside the operating room door, there was a clatter of drums and many people ran over when they heard the teacher calling for help.
Bang, bang, bang. Many people knocked on the door and shouted, "Open the door, you guys!"
"Why did they close the door?"
"What do you want to do by not letting us in?"
Seeing that the door could not be opened, the people who came outside became extremely anxious and started to think of all sorts of things.
The nonsense of a bunch of people reflected the surgeons' habitual "black humor": "Did they do something secretly to Teacher Lu in there?"
These guys predicted that nothing would happen after the rescue was over, so they started making fun of them, trying to stimulate them to open the door quickly.
The people in the operating room had a tacit understanding. They didn't open the door or answer the call, and asked these guys to wait outside. It was useless to let people in anyway, and it would only cause trouble.
"Go on." Zhang Huayao waved his hand.
Surgery cannot be delayed. The longer it is delayed, the greater the burden on the patient's body. Even the fact that anesthesia has not ended is a burden on the patient. As for the reason, we will find it later.
At this point he had to admit that her answer to the homework was correct. When doctors cannot prevent a situation, they can only be tested on their reaction speed. Fighting the enemy with a general and covering the water with earth is one of the common tasks for doctors, especially for cardiothoracic surgeons.
With this in mind, her answer to the question of what she thinks is a good idea seems to be in line with the style of a cardiothoracic surgeon.
The members of the surgical team returned to their respective positions and continued the operation, bringing the operation to a quick conclusion.
Zhang Huayao kept his hand on his mother's chest and never left it.
After the surgery, the nurse walked to the door of the operating room and called out, "Neurosurgeon Dr. Cao, come in."
Others must step back and not cause trouble.
When a patient has a heart problem, the biggest concern is that insufficient blood supply will cause irreversible brain damage. The patient may be saved but the brain cannot be saved, and the patient may become brain dead or a vegetative state.
Just by hearing what the nurse reported, the doctors standing and waiting outside realized that some accident must have happened in the operating room.
"It's probably cardiac arrest."
Hearing the others' voice, Yu Xuexian scratched the back of his neck vigorously. He had just received a call from his father and rushed all the way from the gastroenterology department.
I am most afraid of this kind of thing, which is more terrifying than the patient suddenly having heavy bleeding.
After receiving the notice, Cao Yong came over quickly. He didn't rush over to join the others because he knew that if there was any problem, they would definitely find other doctors as needed.
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