Wearing a stethoscope, Zhang listened to the patient's heart and lungs after the operation, and then observed the various numbers displayed on the instrument. Finally, he turned his head and looked back at the patient's newly reattached severed finger, his pair of shrewd little gray eyes sparkling like night stars.
We can't rush into it. Whether the surgery is ultimately successful or not requires a period of observation after the surgery before we can draw a conclusion. Of course, the experience and medical talent of the big boss are not comparable to those of ordinary people. We can make a preliminary judgment on the results of the surgery based on the current situation.
For this reason, Zhang Huayao exchanged glances with Ren Zhelun.
I had never been at the operation site and had never seen the operation, so I could only ask the person who performed the operation. It was most appropriate to ask Ren Zhelun, as he was the closest and could observe the whole process most clearly.
When their eyes met, secret codes flashed across their gazes like lightning and thunder.
Boss Zhang: Did you see what happened to her blood vessels?
Mr. Ren: Yes. Your judgment is correct.
How to correct it?
The most amazing thing about this experienced junior sister is probably her blood vessels.
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For a surgeon, especially a cardiac surgeon who is responsible for the human circulatory system, it is very important to know how to perform surgery to ensure the smoothness and balance of blood flow in the blood vessels. How well a cardiac surgeon does this can show how skilled he is.
Yes. Zhang Da Lao was able to tell from the condition of the heart, lungs and fingers of the injured person after the operation that the blood vessels were well connected.
The two bosses looked at each other anxiously because tonight's accident allowed them to inadvertently seem to be able to feel the chances of success of the upcoming robotic surgery.
Putting down his stethoscope, Zhang Da Lao raised his arm and waved it, calling a group of people: "Let's go for a midnight snack. It's my treat."
The chef in the hospital cafeteria had prepared midnight snacks as ordered by Leader Zhang and had them delivered to the emergency department. His speed was comparable to the doctors' hand speed in an emergency.
Dr. Li Shunkang sent a student to escort the postoperative patient to the ICU together with the anesthesiologist Dr. Tang and the nurse.
Young people like Xie Wanying will then have to fill in the medical instructions and write surgical records.
"Eat first and then work." Boss Zhang said to the young people.
Eating a midnight snack takes ten or twenty minutes. It doesn’t waste time. The most important thing is to save people.
Xie Wanying raised her hand and reported to her leader: "I need to go see the students first."
"Student?" Zhang Da Lao might not have reacted, with a question mark in his eyes, wondering how could any student follow her when she was not on duty tonight.
Xie Wanying blinked twice and reported to her leader: Your nephew.
(Zhang Shuping: It’s over. My uncle must have been so excited by the success of Dr. Xie’s surgery that he forgot about me.)
One could imagine the frown in his nephew's heart, so Zhang didn't dare to say no and asked her to go and find someone.
Xie Wanying parted ways with the others and walked alone to find her students. Halfway through the journey, she took out her cell phone and prepared to call Luo Xiaomei.
It is one of the doctor's responsibilities to promptly inform the patient's family of the patient's injury. However, I was too busy rescuing the patient to do so. Once I have time, I must follow the law to do this important thing.
Thinking of this brother and sister whose parents both died and who were left with only each other to support each other, but things went wrong again and again, Xie Wanying felt heavy-hearted. After seeing more cases in the clinic, she found that poor families were often more likely to suffer from bad luck than rich families.
Walking with head down.
A voice shouted from behind: "What's the number?"
It was Senior Brother Ren’s voice.
Xie Wanying stopped and turned around to confirm whose phone number Senior Brother Ren wanted from her.
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