"Eighty or ninety percent? Now go to the autopsy room and put it on for me to see. I want to see how you can say eighty or ninety percent." Tan Kelin poked her face with his eyes under his eyebrows, as if to poke through her mask of pretending to be calm.
He couldn't understand why this student wasn't afraid at all.
Thinking of this, Tan Kelin's brows were furrowed tightly, and his eyes were as deep as if he had fallen into the abyss: "Let's go."
At the command, Xie Wanying watched the teacher walk out the door and followed.
We were supposed to go to the specimen room in the hospital's surgery department. As soon as we entered the room, we were greeted by the strong smell of formalin, which was disgusting.
I raised my eyes and saw Tan Kelin pulling his gloves in front of me.
His hands were long and strong, and when he pulled the sterilized gloves, there was a snapping sound, which showed that even a cold person can get angry one day. He took a breath, as if to relieve himself. He really didn't have the emotional fluctuations like riding a roller coaster. This student had upset him on the first day he came here, and he could easily provoke his nerves afterwards.
Who makes him smart and bold, and has a natural talent for being a surgeon.
The door creaked, and a head popped in from the crack and said, "Teacher Tan, our teacher Fu said you can play around here as you please."
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"Thank you." Tan Kelin replied.
Xie Wanying was startled when she caught a glimpse of Senior Zhou Junpeng's face through the crack in the door. She looked around and then realized something was wrong.
The specimen room in the hospital must be rich, much more upscale than the medical school. The four walls and ceilings were newly decorated, the central air conditioner was blowing, and under the incandescent light, all kinds of tissue and organ specimens in glass bottles were extremely dazzling: lungs, esophagus, mediastinum, heart...
It’s not a specimen from General Surgery II, but a specimen from Cardiothoracic Surgery?
Did Teacher Tan inform Teacher Fu in advance, so that the two teachers could deal with her together?
Xie Wanying's whole body stiffened.
After closing the door, Zhou Junpeng caught her straight back and laughed, thinking that it was finally time for her to be scared.
Last night, she looked fearless during the puncture. She was totally unlike a human being. It was not normal for a medical student. If she was an ordinary student, the teacher would just scold her. But now the teacher wanted to "deal with" her, which meant that in the teacher's heart, she was not an ordinary student, and could only accept the teacher's special "kindness".
"Put on gloves." Tan Kelin spat out these four words coldly.
Her throat was dry, but Xie Wanying remained calm, searched for the gloves on the table, picked them up and put them on her hands.
She was facing the top hospital in the country and the top associate professor of surgery. Now she felt clearly that he was not someone to be trifled with.
"Come here." Tan Kelin said to her.
The two walked to the end of the specimen room and pushed open a small door. There was a more pungent smell and the room temperature dropped rapidly. It was the dissection room.
The body donated by a patient was placed on the cold and ruthless stainless steel bed in the middle. The patient's face was covered with a white cloth and his whole body was covered with a white sheet.
Walking over, Tan Kelin lifted the upper part of the white bed sheet, exposing the patient's chest, and gave instructions: "Puncture."
There is a treatment tray nearby with pericardiocentesis instruments ready.
After calming herself down, Xie Wanying put on a mask, picked up the puncture needle with her right hand, then quickly installed the syringe, and then used her fingers to touch the anatomical position of the patient's chest: the xiphoid process and the left costal arch.
Tan Kelin, who was observing her operation, had a frown on his face that had not relaxed at all this morning. His scalpel-like gaze occasionally glanced at her cold eyes.
Once, twice, three times... The teacher didn't stop, and she didn't know what Teacher Tan meant. Xie Wanying could only do each puncture carefully, positioning, determining the angle, and then inserting the needle.
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