If I had known, I would have just said nothing and gone numb. Zhang Tinghai cursed in his heart and pointed at classmate Xie and said to classmate Zhao: "You are a boy, are you more timid than her?"
Zhao Zhaowei felt so wronged that he wanted to cry: "She didn't have the surgery."
"I can bet with you that if she were to have an operation, she would not be afraid at all." Zhang Tinghai was certain that Xie Wanying was not a girl but a tomboy.
When Dr. Zhang told her that she seemed as strong as a boy, Xie Wanying just smiled and didn't mind at all.
The others looked at her expression and sighed.
Cao Yong reached out and patted her on the shoulder, wanting to touch her head again: What's going on? This head looks so strangely brave? Who wouldn't be afraid of surgery?
A few more people walked into the operating room. This time they were the surgeon and his assistant.
Leading the patient to the head of the operating table, Tao Zhijie inquired about the patient's condition and asked Zhao in a gentle and concerned voice, "How do you feel?"
After Brother Cao's explanation, Zhao Zhaowei finally understood. This Buddha really didn't need to treat this thankless patient, so he nodded and said, "Yes. I believe you."
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Believe him. This was the first time that Mr. Zhao's grandson said this to him. There seemed to be a flash of surprise in Tao Zhijie's eyes.
"Why did you cure me? Wasn't it because of my grandfather?" Zhao Zhaowei thought about it. Even though he was about to die, he wanted to clarify the Buddha's doubts.
"You first discovered the disease here. I am your first doctor." Tao Zhijie said in a calm tone.
After hearing this, everyone around, including Zhao Zhaowei, had only one thought in their mind: Oh my God, it turns out that this Buddha’s mind is so simple?
First visit responsibility system. If the patient does not seek other doctors, and the condition does not need to be transferred to other hospitals or specialists for treatment, according to the needs of the patient's condition, Tao Zhijie does need to be responsible for his condition to the end.
Zhao Zhaowei scratched his head. Is this the difference between him and the boss? No matter what Brother Cao said or what the Buddha said, he kept in mind the medical principles and would not be affected by personal emotions.
Being a doctor is the most rational thing to do.
"I feel relieved." Tao Zhijie observed that he was relieved and began to make demands on him, "You must have confidence that you can cure the disease."
"I have confidence," Zhao Zhaowei said confidently, "I think I can live to be over a hundred years old."
"Hundreds of years?" Zhang Tinghai couldn't help but rant wildly, squinting at Zhao, "As soon as I heard that I needed anesthesia, my heart rate went up to 110. Are you sure you want a heart rate of 110 or live to be 100?"
"I, this--" Zhao Zhaowei pulled the corners of his mouth helplessly. He couldn't control his own heartbeat.
The heart rhythm curve on the ECG monitor was beeping.
The doctors collectively focused on his rapid heartbeat.
"Come on, swallow your saliva." Zhang Tinghai instructed Zhao on how to slow down his heartbeat.
Zhao Zhaowei swallowed hard.
Class monitor Yue Wentong thought of his classmates' instructions and stretched out his hand for Zhao to shake.
Beep, beep, beep. The ECG monitor continued to sound the alarm of rapid heartbeat.
These measures were of no use at all and instead increased the patient's heart rate.
Everyone is rolling their eyes inwardly.
Hey, this coward! Hurry up and anesthetize him, there is no other way. As an anesthesiologist, Zhang Tinghai made a prompt decision.
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