If I had known that I wouldn't say anything, I would be irritated. Zhang Tinghai cursed in his heart and pointed at Student Xie at Student Zhao and said, "You are a boy, are you even more courageous than her?"
Zhao Zhaowei felt so aggrieved that he wanted to cry: "She didn't have surgery."
"I can bet with you that if she has surgery, she will definitely not be afraid at all." Zhang Tinghai is sure that Xie Wanying is not a girl or a tomboy.
Dr. Zhang said that she seemed as thick as a boy, and Xie Wanying smiled and didn't mind at all.
Others looked at her expression and sighed.
Cao Yong stretched out his hand and patted her shoulder, wanting to touch her head again: What's going on? This head looks so surprisingly brave? Who wouldn't be afraid of surgery?
A few more people came in at the door of the operating room, and this time they came the main surgeon and assistant.
He led the person to the head of the operating bed, Tao Zhijie asked the patient's condition, and asked Zhao in a gentle voice with concern: "How do you feel?"
After Brother Cao's explanation, Zhao Zhaowei figured it out in his heart. This Buddha really didn't need to accept this thankless patient, so he nodded and said, "Well. I believe in yours."
Believe him. This is the first time that Mr. Zhao's grandson said this to him. An accident seemed to have passed through Tao Zhijie's eyes.
"Why did you treat me? Isn't it because of my grandfather?" Zhao Zhaowei thought for a while, even if he was about to die, he wanted to figure out the doubts of this Buddha.
"You discovered it for the first time with me. I am your first doctor." Tao Zhijie said, his tone calming.
After hearing this, the people around him had only one thought in their minds: God, is it so simple for this Buddha to think about things?
The first-patient responsibility system. If the patient does not go to other doctors by himself, the patient does not need to be transferred to other hospitals or specialist treatment. According to the patient's needs, Tao Zhijie is indeed responsible for his condition to the end.
Zhao Zhaowei scratched his head. Is the difference between himself and the boss here? No matter what Senior Brother Cao said and what this Buddha said and did, he kept in mind the principles of practicing medicine and would not be affected by personal emotions.
Being a doctor is the most rational thing.
"Don't worry." Tao Zhijie was relieved to observe his expression and began to ask him, "You must have confidence in curing your illness."
"I have confidence." Zhao Zhaowei gave himself courage and said with confidence, "I think I can live to hundreds of years old."
"A hundred years old?" Zhang Tinghai couldn't help but complain wildly, and looked down on Zhao with his eyes, "I just heard that he was going to have anesthesia, and his heartbeat immediately jumped to 11. Are you sure you want to have a heartbeat of 11 or live a hundred.
age?"
"Me, this--" Zhao Zhaowei pulled the corners of his mouth and felt helpless. His own heartbeat could not be controlled.
The heart rhythm curve on the ECG monitor is a beeping sound.
The doctors focused on his too fast heartbeat.
"Come on, saliva." How to slow down your heartbeat under Zhang Tinghai's guidance.
Zhao Zhaowei salied hard.
Class leader Yue Wentong thought of the students' advice and stretched out his hand for classmate Zhao to hold it.
Beep beep beep, the ECG monitor continues to emit a continuous alarm of rapid heartbeat.
These measures are useless at all, but instead speed up the patient's heartbeat.
Everyone is about to roll their eyes in their hearts.
Chapter completed!