He is only an anesthesiologist, not a surgeon, and he cannot understand the deeper aspects of surgical operations.
After thinking it over, Zhang Tinghai took advantage of the fact that the patient's vital signs were stable at this stage and decisively waved to the intern anesthesiologist who was studying with him today, and whispered to him to help him watch the instruments for a while. He went out to find someone and expected to be back in the operating room in a short time without any problems.
When walking out of the operating room, Zhang Tinghai looked back at the operating table.
The three doctors on the stage were quiet. Except for Xie Wanying who was quiet as usual, the silence of the other two, especially Chang Jiawei, made him more suspicious.
Speaking of the National Association's operating room this morning, the corridor outside was particularly crowded. It might be because some departments had arranged more surgeries today. After the first round of patients who needed surgery were sent to the operating room at 7 o'clock, it was time to send the second batch of patients to the operating room.
I could only hear the nurses who were pushing the patients on the stretchers constantly calling out to the people standing in the middle of the aisle to move away: "Make way, please give up your space, let the patients pass first, they need surgery."
With the two groups of family members added together, the flow of people increased dramatically, and the family waiting area, which already had a small capacity, was like a landslide lake that was about to burst.
Geng Yongzhe, who was sitting in the corner, saw the crowd coming over, so he turned his back to protect the chair where his mother was sitting, with a look of worry between his brows.
He did not go into the operating room with his teacher to watch his brother's surgery in time because he was worried about his mother who was sitting alone outside the operating room waiting without anyone to accompany her.
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The family members of the patients waiting for the results of the operation were actually suffering just like the people in the operating room. After watching her youngest son enter the operating room, Geng's mother immediately sat on the bench and started crying.
Geng Yongzhe, who was not good at speaking and comforting others, could only let his mother vent her sad emotions quietly.
Geng's mother had been patient for a long time. When she was taking care of her youngest son in the ward, she did not dare to cry, so as to avoid letting her sick son think that he was going to die. If it were not for this persistence, her heart would have collapsed long ago.
She may not understand what the doctor said, but everyone knows that surgery is risky. Her little son was lying in the operating room, his life or death uncertain.
"Will your brother be okay? Will he be able to walk after the operation?" Geng's mother raised her red eyes, grabbed her eldest son's hand and asked.
Geng Yongzhe couldn't give his mother answers to these questions. He couldn't say anything careless when it came to comforting her, especially since he was a medical student and needed to be realistic.
The success of surgery often has something to do with the patient's luck. The specific results of the surgery depend on the growth of the tumor that the doctor sees with his own eyes during the operation, whether it can be cut cleanly without harming other parts. No matter how carefully these matters are planned before the operation, the unexpected black swan situation during the operation cannot be ruled out. It can only be said that the surgeon hopes that the patient's tumor will grow as expected before the operation more than the family members.
The eldest son looked silent and seemed unable to speak. Geng's mother's head drooped, tears rolled down her throat and she almost cried. Her youngest son had a miserable life. The problem was that her youngest son did nothing wrong, but was beaten by that bastard.
"I heard that you want to treat her illness?"
When his mother finally asked about this, Geng Yongzhe's throat choked for a moment before he nodded, "Yes."
When Geng's mother looked up again, she looked at her eldest son, who answered "yes", with disbelief in her eyes.
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