Feeling that it was time to go back to the hepatobiliary surgery department and work with Dr. Song, Xie Wanying nodded and analyzed her work for Dr. Song: "About three milliliters of the hematoma have been extracted now. I dare not extract more. The pressure of the extraction has restored the patient's heart rate and breathing. However, the situation is relapsing now. This puncture point may need to be adjusted again. I am not sure where the cerebrospinal fluid may flow in the brain. I can only rely on you, Dr. Song, to judge."
"Okay, I got it." Song Xuelin responded, reaching out with both hands to take the syringe and the connected hose from her hand.
The head nurse of the neurosurgery department opened the first aid kit and took out an external cranial drainage device she brought from her own hospital. The device was originally invented by a neurosurgeon from the National Association of Neurosurgeons.
Xin Yanjun felt her heart beating so fast that it was about to jump out of her chest. She wanted to call Li and Cao Yong to ask what would happen next.
When the people in the National Association's operating room heard that Song Xuelin had arrived, Huang Zhilei let out a long breath and muttered: This kid finally got here.
When Li Chengyuan heard his voice, he knew that people outside the neuroscience community had great confidence in this talented man from Beidu.
"How long did it take him to get there?" Huang Zhilei asked.
When asked, Lin Hao didn't know how the seniors guessed that he was secretly helping the other party calculate the time. He could only say that the seniors had sharp eyes, and his every move could not escape their eyes. Lin Hao answered obediently: "He was gone for forty-six minutes."
In other words, the little sister persisted for more than 40 minutes, almost an hour, awesome. Huang Zhilei gave the little sister a thumbs up in his heart. So, if Song Xuelin failed the little sister's persistence, he would be punished by him and Brother Cao.
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Xie Wanying felt that Dr. Song had been looking a bit pitiful since he went to the neurosurgery department. Now that Senior Brother Cao had rushed over to support them, Senior Brother Cao might have thought that Dr. Song was a capable person and should do more work.
But Dr. Song seemed to enjoy it.
It may be hard, but as long as people do what they like, they don’t seem to notice the hardship.
Song Xuelin gently adjusted the drainage tube with his hands, his focused eyes as if he was working on a delicate work of art. Although he was passionate inside, he appeared calm as an artist on the surface.
Everyone was moved by his stillness, quietly watching his beautiful profile which seemed to have merged into one with the injured person's drainage tube.
The blood clots in the drainage tube were gradually drawn out, and the drainage tube was connected to the external cranial drainage device. The bleeding continued to be discharged from the body through the drainage tube, but the patient's breathing and heart rate did not fluctuate, and he was stable.
Dr. Wang's forehead was covered with sweat. A fellow neurosurgeon resident had done something he couldn't. This was a huge blow to him.
"Doctor Song, you are amazing." Xie Wanying praised sincerely. She seemed to not understand how this operation was going on.
After receiving her compliments, Song Xuelin said in a cold voice: "Doctor Xie has never been to neurosurgery." She had never been there, so she had no experience or feel for it. She only knew that the needle should be inserted into the hematoma, but in fact it should be through the longest axis of the hematoma, and the tube should be placed at the distal end of the hematoma to fully liquefy the hematoma and then drain it, so that the cerebrospinal fluid can restore a certain fluidity, so as to avoid the incomplete extraction of the hematoma and cause further disorder of the brain tissue.
What he didn't expect was that after he said this, teacher Xin Yanjun next to him slapped him on the back twice.
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