Deafening roars echoed in the room. After venting his emotions, Zhao Guoqiang glanced at everyone, then looked at Song Chao and said in a deep voice: "Since you choose to be an assistant in this operation, then come over and help me cut the threads."

.”

After that, he threw a pair of scissors to Song Chao, and handed the bright instrument to Song Chao, but he was startled. Once upon a time, this was his dream, to become the director's right-hand man on the operating table, but was ignored by other people in the department.

Envious of compliments.

But now when the equipment was actually placed in front of him, Song Chao flinched a little. The silver-gray scissors had a biting cold feeling under the shadowless lamp, which made him shiver.

This feeling of chasing a duck and pushing him directly into the fire pit made Song Chao unable to express his pain. He looked at the second and third assistants on the side with pleading eyes, but as soon as his eyes glanced at them, they were mercilessly

Averted.

They all say that when disaster strikes, they all go their separate ways. Moreover, Song Chao only had a few meals and drinks with them, and their relationship was just that of ordinary colleagues. If it really came down to it, there was no need to take risks to help him.

Song Chao was completely desperate now. He originally thought that as long as his interpersonal relationships were good, he could let others take advantage of him, but now it seems that no one is willing to help him in this situation.

No wonder Wu Xiangdong had always said that blacksmithing made him strong, and even used this matter to preach to him. However, he always dismissed it, but now it seems that his own path has become narrow.

Song Chao's hesitant appearance made Zhao Guoqiang even more angry. He said coldly: "I just asked you to cut a thread, and I didn't ask you to go on stage to sew it up. How dare you become like this bear?

How can you perform surgery on stage with your level of skill in the future?"

Song Chao was scolded horribly, but at this time he did not dare to say a word. He could only silently pick up the sterile scissors and came to the surgery area to prepare to cooperate with Zhao Guoqiang's work.

"Wait a minute, I will stitch one knot at a time. After you see my movements clearly, just reach over and cut the thread." Zhao Guoqiang was afraid that Song Chao wouldn't understand, so he repeated it again and then started to suture.

Vascular suturing is the most difficult and testing operation in suturing surgery. It is very difficult in itself. Both the intensity of needle insertion and the control of margins need to be improved to a higher level. Therefore, for Zhao Guoqiang, who has been doing surgery all year round,

, and I don’t have much certainty.

As the suturing began, Zhao Guoqiang followed the procedure step by step, stitching stitches along the blood vessel breaks, and performed the operation carefully.

He used the needle holder to bring the circular needle to the first layer of the blood vessel. Then he pierced the needle of the circular needle through the lumen with his fingers, and then brought the black thread to the other side. He then used the tweezers to gently press the blood vessel wall to let the needle tip quickly

Pass through the wall of the tube, and then hit a hole to connect the blood vessels together.

"Cut the thread." Zhao Guoqiang bent down and lowered his head, maintaining this position for a long time but unable to wait for Song Chao's scissors. This made him feel angry again.

"Oh, okay." Faced with the reminder, Song Chao woke up from a dream and quickly stretched out the sterile scissors.

"It's too long. Move the scissors further down and pay attention to the distance between the lines."

"Little boy, be careful! The scissors will hit the blood vessels as you move down. Do you think the patient has too much blood and want to poke another hole in the blood vessel to bleed him?!"

"Have you never practiced thread cutting in school? As a surgeon, why are your hands shaking like this when holding instruments?"

Song Chao's scissors moved erratically up and down the black line. Even though Zhao Guoqiang used a pointer to straighten the suture line, he still had difficulty controlling the distance.

Song Chao was sweating profusely after these few stitches, and the fingers holding the scissors were a little stiff, but he did not dare to complain, because compared to him, Zhao Guoqiang, who was in the position of the surgeon, was the most tired.

At this time, there was a lot of sweat on the brim of Zhao Guoqiang's hat, but he did not dare to stop. He could only turn his head to one side, and then asked the circulating nurse next to him to help wipe away the sweat with gauze.

At this moment, Zhao Guoqiang suddenly discovered that the blood vessels that were originally elastic were shrinking and drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Has the patient's blood pressure dropped again?" Zhao Guoqiang did not raise his head, but he could feel that the effect of the adrenaline just now seemed to have expired.

At this time, after his reminder, everyone looked up at the monitors. The blood pressure that had originally risen dropped again, and the heart rate also dropped significantly.

"Director, the patient's blood pressure and heart rate have dropped again." The circulating nurse quickly fed back the results to Zhao Guoqiang, who was suturing.

"Give him another dose of epinephrine." After hearing this, Zhao Guoqiang quickly speeded up his hands. However, with the injection of epinephrine, the patient's blood pressure did not rise significantly. It seemed that his condition was no longer enough to support even epinephrine.

It worked.

Zhao Guoqiang looked at the blood vessels that were gradually losing their elasticity. This was due to insufficient blood volume caused by hemorrhagic shock, which caused the collapse of the blood vessels. He quickly rushed to the nurse aside and said: "Get him a tube to match the blood, and go to the blood transfusion department to apply for four

Unit of red blood cells, 600ml of plasma.”

"Okay." Seeing that the situation was urgent, the nurse did not dare to delay and directly drew blood from the patient. Then she ran straight out of the operating room, presumably to contact the blood transfusion department to prepare blood.

As the nurse left, Zhao Guoqiang was still suturing intensively, but the gradually losing elasticity of the blood vessels made him extremely careful with every stitch, and the time spent on puncture and knotting was two to three times longer than before.

As a lot of energy was involved, Zhao Guoqiang was soaked all over. The three layers of surgical clothes he was wearing were soaked with sweat, and white mist could even be seen rising from his collar.

Zhao Guoqiang had never experienced such a high-intensity surgery before. He felt that the muscles in his arms were frozen on the spot as if he had received an electric shock. The heavy sweating just now caused an electrolyte imbalance in Zhao Guoqiang's body, and he was unable to move for a while.

"The chain actually fell off at the joint moment." Zhao Guoqiang was worried about death at this moment. He looked at the operation that was just halfway through, and gradually began to despair in his heart.

Judging from his experience, this operation is about to end in failure, and he is likely to become the object of ridicule in the hospital because of this operation.

At this time, Zhao Guoqiang became more and more anxious as he thought about it. The needle in his hand could not be dropped no matter what. Panic and anxiety suddenly hit his heart, his heart was beating rapidly, and a sudden burst of heart palpitations made him breathless in pain.

At this time, Song Chao, who was in charge of cutting Zhao Guoqiang's thread, seemed to have noticed something unusual about the director. He was about to ask, but found that Zhao Guoqiang, who was standing in the chief surgeon's position, suddenly staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Director, what's wrong with you?" Song Chao was shocked, and his shout instantly attracted everyone's attention. Seeing that Zhao Guoqiang was about to fall, everyone panicked and rushed forward to help him.

At this moment, an alarm suddenly sounded throughout the entire operating room, and the red light on the monitor kept flashing like a wild beast ready to devour everyone in the room.

"Leave me alone, hurry up and see what's wrong with the patient!" Zhao Guoqiang put his hand on the wall and sternly stopped his subordinates who were about to step forward to ask about the situation. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, but pointed his hand at the operating table lying not far away.
Chapter completed!