When Xie Wanying first stepped into the operating room corridor of the hospital, she counted the operating rooms in a row and found that there were a lot of them. She walked around and saw all kinds of advanced instruments in the operating rooms. The most eye-catching ones were the operating beds. About half of them were professional operating beds for children, with small areas and volumes. The larger adult operating beds were provided for teenagers.
The scale and facilities of the operating room are comparable to those of a Class-A general hospital. It is said that Seoul Children's Hospital modernized its operating room earlier than the National Association for the Promotion of International Trade, which fully demonstrates that Seoul Children's Hospital is much richer than the National Association for the Promotion of International Trade.
Seeing her classmates washing their hands in front of her, Xie Wanying walked over quickly and stood next to Pan Shihua.
Apply soap and disinfectant, scrub hands with a brush, step on the faucet to turn on the sensor pedal, and with a popping sound, water flows over arms, wrists and fingers. According to regulations, unless it is an extremely urgent operation, the process and steps of scrubbing hands several times before the operation cannot be omitted.
Brushing carefully is to reduce the risk of infection to the patient. This is even more important for children whose immunity is lower than that of adults.
After handing over the patient, Luo Jingming walked out of the operating room, looked at the junior brothers and sisters who stayed to help at the operating table, and observed the academic master of Guodu.
Not to mention Xie and his classmates who have not yet graduated, the seniors of the National Association also pay attention to the famous juniors in the rival colleges, and have long wanted to find out what their rivals are like.
Lifting his glasses, Luo Jingming looked at Duan's face, which was fair and clean, with a round face like a child. Duan's hand-washing movements were in a standard manner, as slow and orderly as the standard steps of kindergarten children, giving people the impression that he was a good child. This formed a paradox. No top student is "good". The more talented, the more weird they are like Song Xuelin.
"What kind of music would you like to play today, Dr. Cao?" the operating room nurse asked the doctor's opinion while doing preparations.
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A group of assistants went to wash their hands. Cao Zhao stood inside with a surgical mask around his neck. He and the anesthesiologist stared at the numbers on the monitor.
The first person to look up when hearing the nurse's question was the student from the National Association who was washing his hands outside, looking curious.
Student Pan Shihua frowned and thought: Someone's chosen devil song from hell is coming.
Student Xie Wanying was thinking: Could it be that Brother Fairy wants to listen to some fairy-tale music?
No one expected that Brother God would throw out this hot issue. He is indeed a god who does not play by the rules.
"You don't need to ask me this question today, ask Doctor Duan." Cao Zhao said.
The nurse came out after receiving the instructions and asked Duan Sanbao: "Doctor Duan, what kind of music would you like to listen to today?"
Duan Sanbao blinked his round eyes like an innocent child and said, "Why not ask them? It's their first day here."
Guodu Xueba always adheres to the principle that the guest should answer first.
The question is that they rarely play music in the operating room of the National Association. Pan and Luo Jingming have no experience and can't answer it.
"What songs do they usually like to listen to?" Xie Wanying asked, and after accepting the other person's courtesy, she turned to help him choose some song music.
"What songs they listen to depends on their mood." The nurse was frank and laughed as she revealed the hobbies of the doctors in her hospital. "Dr. Cao likes to listen to Bach's classical music. Dr. Duan rarely requests songs, and he usually requests songs like Journey to the West."
Xie Wanying understood immediately, thinking of the CDs that Brother Cao played at home and in his car, and said, "How about ordering a popular song?"
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