"Adjust the airflow to maintain the arterial carbon dioxide partial pressure of the membrane lung blood at 40 to 45 mmHg. At this time, switch the ventilator to assisted breathing mode to accelerate lung recovery."
The sound of pens swishing around was uniform and no one dared to miss a word.
Classmate Feng Yicong and others turned their heads and suddenly found that Song Mao seemed to be about to pick up a pen to take notes together.
Thinking that you, Song Mao, will also have to take notes one day. Feng Yicong chuckled to himself and looked over again.
Song Xuelin took out a pen and wrote something on the blank page of his notebook.
Feng Yicong's eyes widened: What is this cat writing? Is it a cat's paw print? Is it a completely incomprehensible scribble?
When the other students saw Feng Yicong's expression, they frowned again.
Student Geng reminded Student Feng: Don’t look at it, you don’t have to look at it.
Anyone who has been around this cat for a while knows that geniuses don’t take notes. They can only draw cat symbols. Geniuses have excellent memories and don’t need to take notes. If they really want to remember something, they will write it down as symbols that only they can understand. This is called transforming it into academic experience that they can use.
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Classmate Feng Yicong's surprised expression was embarrassing for his classmates.
"I never want to work with this person in my life." Student Feng Yicong swore that it would be too depressing to work in the same unit with such a person.
Not everyone has such strong mental abilities as Xie.
The next rehabilitation plan for the patient has been drawn up and the ward rounds are over.
After staying by the bed to look at her junior sister's various vital signs, Xie Wanying turned around and looked at Dr. Song who had not left.
Normally, after Song Xuelin finished his rounds, he would rush back to the National Association to work. Apparently, he was staying for some reason today.
Xie Wanying understood something instantly, handed the patient over to other doctors, and turned away from the bedside.
Walking with her outside the ICU, Song Xuelin paused for a moment, showing some hesitation.
"Doctor Song, please tell me what you want to say." Xie Wanying said.
He remembered what the silly senior had told him before: She is very busy now, don't rush to tell her and make her worry.
"By the way, is Boss Zhou's injury better?" Xie Wanying asked, wondering if the thing the other party didn't want to talk about was that Boss Zhou had problems with his postoperative recovery.
"He was transferred back to the general ward from the ICU the day before yesterday," said Song Xuelin.
"I see."
Senior Brother Huang knew her personality. If he told her about it, she would definitely ask about the patient's condition. Not telling her was to avoid her worrying too much.
It's not Boss Zhou's problem. Boss Zhou is getting better, which is reassuring enough. It's not convenient for Dr. Song to tell her anything.
Xie Wanying recalled various details, remembering that Brother Tao's strange expression before was similar to that of Doctor Song at this moment.
"Could it be that there is something wrong with Li Yaxi's reexamination report?"
Hearing her voice, she guessed it right. Song Xuelin didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or a sigh of relief. So he should have told the little fool senior earlier that he couldn't hide it from Dr. Xie. How could he hide it from such a smart person like Dr. Xie.
"Really?" Seeing that what she said seemed to be right, Xie Wanying's eyes showed a hint of surprise and unexpectedness.
I originally thought that the patient could be cured after the operation. If there are indeed problems in the follow-up examination, I can only say that any original calculations could not overcome the abnormal changes in the patient's body over the past year.
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