Sleepless Doctor

The latest website: "Teacher, teacher." Deputy Director Liu of the Anesthesiology Department waited for half a minute, and then whispered, "You are..."

"Director Liu, I don't know either." Ren Haitao shook his head and said quietly.

"I feel something is wrong, but I can't tell." Ren Haitao scanned the "plant and tree" in the operating room over and over again, checking every item, every movement, and every value repeatedly. But after reading it 4 times, I didn't find any abnormalities.

Khan... Deputy Director Liu sweats profusely.

Turns out I made a mistake.

What kind of sweeping monk is this, he is clearly a nervous old man.

"Dr. Liu, are you finished with the operation?" The director of thoracic surgery finished watching the film and was about to brush his hands. When he saw Director Liu and the expert standing at the door, he greeted him.

"Well, it's done, it went smoothly." Deputy Director Liu said.

"You two, this is..." the director of thoracic surgery asked suspiciously.

Deputy Director Liu winked helplessly and motioned him not to ask. The director of the chest department glanced at Ren Haitao curiously, and silently brushed his hands.

The foreign expert, who is said to be Teacher Wu's anaesthetist, seems to be fine standing behind and looking at it.

But this little old man... looked a little weird, as if he was an old professor of medical school with an unpredictable temper, looking at everyone doing the operation with his back on his back. One is wrong, and it comes up as a curse.

Really, where did you find this product.

The director of thoracic surgery sighed inwardly, and took the time to brush his hands, hoping that he had already left when he returned.

Pengcheng People’s Hospital does not have many surgeries by outside experts.

As the birthplace of the reopening, Pengcheng is rich, and it is the slogan of Pengcheng people that he shouted out in the context of escaping from Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, speeding up the absorption of talents. Pengcheng People's Hospital, as a local big brother-level tertiary hospital, ranks among the top ten in the country in overall strength, and can be called an aircraft carrier-level hospital.

There are countless experts and professors in the hospital, almost all of which are the highest level in the country.

Because this is a demonstration operation, it is a brand-new operation, and Wu Mian is leading the team, so there is such a chance to get outside.

The director of thoracic surgery was a little dissatisfied. After the demonstration operation, he hurried to leave. Standing behind him, are you still planning to teach yourself how to perform a segmentectomy?

Nonsense!

"Teacher Ren, let's go." Deputy Director Liu whispered.

Ren Haitao's shoulder moved slightly, and he wanted to turn around, but stopped at the moment of the movement.

No, the anxiety in my heart surfaced again, but Ren Haitao carefully pondered it many times, but still couldn't find any clues.

Deputy Director Liu saw that Ren Haitao did not speak, and he was also quite helpless. If he doesn't leave, he won't be dragged away.

The atmosphere in the operating room...was embarrassing and weird.

Originally, segment resection was a "small" operation. After the anesthesia was completed, the patient was ventilated with a single cavity, the patient was placed in position, and the thoracoscopy was used to cut the lung segment where the small nodule was located.

The anesthesia time and the anesthesia awake time for the entire operation is generally only 1 hour.

When the stage was about to start, everyone chatted, the assistant opened the skin, punched the card, entered the endoscope, and then the director went on stage to cut off the small nodules and it was over. The operation process was relaxed and pleasant, and the patient who received the next machine during the process of awakening from anesthesia was replaced without changing houses.

But when Ren Haitao stood behind, the overall painting style changed.

No one spoke, everyone lowered their heads and pretended to be busy. People who have nothing to live are also performing non-physical performances, pretending to be busy.

Who knows what that weird old man is doing.

Deputy Director Liu stood aside and sighed to remind Ren Haitao, but Ren Haitao seemed to have not heard him, his sharp gaze swept around in the operating room, completely opposite to his already habitually humble expression.

The phone rang, and Deputy Director Liu quickly answered the phone.

"The Dean."

"Mr. Ren is now looking at the operation of thoracic surgery."

"Uh... I persuaded, not to go."

Deputy Director Liu felt a little dissatisfied, but he couldn't say it, and he was very aggrieved. He did not carry Ren Haitao behind his back when he called, nor did he lower his voice. His intention to let Ren Haitao hear was quite obvious.

But after hanging up the phone, Deputy Director Liu was disappointed.

Ren Haitao still had the same expression and actions just now, like a robot, his cervical spine moved slightly, his gaze swept from left to right, and from right to left, completely unaware of what he was doing.

It's so peculiar, why did Teacher Wu find a mentally ill person to be his queen anesthetist? Deputy Director Liu muttered inwardly.

The level is high, but the emotional intelligence is almost zero. After the demonstration operation, I hurried to drink tea, chat with the dean, and beat farts. I had a good meal at noon. After listening to the beautiful words, I would fly back in the afternoon. Isn’t it good?

Knowing that the deans are waiting, he is still standing here, almost...

Ugh.

Deputy Director Liu sighed deeply.

But Ren Haitao still seemed to have not heard it, embarrassing in the operating room.

The thoracic surgeon was stared at by Ren Haitao, which made his movements stiff, and almost went wrong with the order.

The airtight door opened and Li Zhong rushed in and slapped Ren Haitao on the shoulder.

"Old Ren, let's go." Li Zhong said violently.

"Uh..." Ren Haitao glanced at Li Zhong and shook his head slightly, "Director Li, I think there is a problem."

"Huh? What's the problem? What kind of surgery is this?" Li Zhong asked.

"Thoracoscopic resection of the right lower lobe segment." The thoracic doctor replied immediately.

"What can go wrong with this kind of surgery?" Li Zhong glanced at the ventilator and monitor, and said indifferently. But then he thought of a question and asked the thoracic surgeon: "How old is the patient?"

"34 years old, female patient."

"It's so young~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It's impossible to have anything to do with you, so let's have any hysteria." Li Zhong took Ren Haitao's arm and walked away dissatisfied.

"Director Li, don't you think something is wrong?" Ren Haitao stood stubbornly on the spot, still looking at the operating table, and asked rhetorically.

"No? What's wrong?!" Li Zhong said impatiently.

"Hello, can I take a look at the anesthesia record sheet?" Ren Haitao really couldn't figure out the problem. Now the thoracic department has not started surgery. If there is a problem, it is also an anesthesia problem, so he walked in front of the anesthesiologist and bowed. Asked.

Ren Haitao's actions startled the anesthesiologist.

Not a description, but a real jump. In the operating room, no one is so polite, bending down and bowing, as respectful as seeing the leader.

"Uh, this teacher, don't... don't be so polite." The anesthesiologist said quickly, "There is nothing special about anesthesia. I haven't finished writing the record sheet. How about the oral?"

"Excuse me," Ren Haitao said.