At this time, operating room No. 5 was shrouded in a terrifying atmosphere, and everyone seemed helpless in the face of the dying patient.

Adrenaline, blood transfusion and fluid replenishment, pressure increase and volume expansion, all available methods were used, but the patient did not improve at all.

They looked at the patient who had been disembowelled and lying lifeless on the operating table. Their hearts were full of remorse and helplessness. If their medical skills had been better, perhaps this kind of thing would not have happened.

But there is no regret medicine. At this moment, they deeply realized how little their power was. They all looked at Zhao Guoqiang who was leaning against the wall. However, the latter was in such a state that he could not complete the operation anymore.

Despair, endless despair was gradually devouring their hearts, and Song Chao, who was standing in the position of Yishu, was at a loss for words at this moment.

As the surgeon collapsed due to physical condition, it was logical that his first assistant should temporarily take over the operation. However, he knew that with his three-legged cat skills, it was okay to cut the hemorrhoids, but asking him to stand up and suture the blood vessels would undoubtedly be an arm's length operation.

"Master, Director, how about we give him some more adrenaline, and then give him all the available medicines. Do you think we can persist until Director Hao arrives?" Song Chao anxiously asked Zhao Guoqiang.

Asking for opinions.

"It's... useless. Although Director Hao lives nearby, it will take at least ten minutes to get here. Given the patient's current condition, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on for a few minutes." Zhao Guoqiang was covering his chest at this time, his face pale.

Bai, he looked at the scene in front of him and closed his eyes in pain.

Maybe, this is fate. At this time, Zhao Guoqiang opened his eyes again, his eyes dim, and he seemed to have aged ten years: "I will go talk to the family about the surgery later. You guys stay here and wait."

I come back."

Zhao Guoqiang stood up. Just as he was about to go out to talk to the family about the patient's death, the electric door of the operating room opened from the outside, and a tall man in a white coat appeared in front of everyone.

"Wu Xiangdong, why are you here?" When Zhao Guoqiang saw him for the first time, his heart was filled with surprise and joy, and even his dull eyes had a glimmer of light.

The moment others saw Wu Xiangdong, it was as if they had seen the savior, and the atmosphere in the operating room also changed slightly.

"Director Zhao, what's the patient's condition now?" Wu Xiangdong first glanced at the patient on the operating table, then went straight to the topic and asked Zhao Guoqiang.

Zhao Guoqiang seemed a little surprised when he was asked. At this time, Wu Xiangdong looked calm, as if he was the expert who came to the rescue.

However, facing this operation at this time, Zhao Guoqiang was indeed at his wits end, so he briefly introduced Wu Xiangdong's condition with the attitude of giving it a try.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it. After all, what could Wu Xiangdong do for an operation that left him helpless?

Although Zhao Guoqiang does not deny that the medical skills displayed by Wu Xiangdong are indeed impressive, he is still young and inexperienced. After all, even Zhao Guoqiang himself has rarely been exposed to such vascular suturing operations, let alone him.

It is simply not an operation that can be completed by talent alone.

However, after hearing the medical history, Wu Xiangdong nodded: "Okay, I understand the situation. Director Zhao, you can talk to the family about the condition first. As for other situations, you can wait until I take the stage."

"Okay, I get it." Zhao Guoqiang sighed. The result was exactly as he expected, but he didn't know why he felt a vague sense of expectation when he saw Wu Xiangdong just now.

But just when Zhao Guoqiang was about to talk to his family, his steps suddenly stopped. He looked back at Wu Xiangdong in disbelief, his eyes full of surprise, "You mean, you want to go on stage?"

Zhao Guoqiang was afraid that he had heard wrongly, but when he asked Wu Xiangdong again, the latter had already strode to the position of the chief surgeon.

"Prepare to flush the lumen of the blood vessels with heparin saline, and then give me a pack of vascular sutures." The moment Wu Xiangdong stood on the operating table, his whole person changed. At this time, he was full of energy and spoke decisively, like a king.

Advent leaves no room for doubt.

"Oh, okay." The first person to recover was the equipment nurse. She quickly started preparing supplies according to Wu Xiangdong's request.

Seeing her swift and prompt manner, Wu Xiangdong nodded with satisfaction, and then he said to the traveling nurse beside him: "Prepare a set of sterile gloves and a surgical gown for me."

At this time, Wu Xiangdong was wearing sterilized hand-washing clothes, but if he wanted to go on stage for surgery, he had to wear another layer of surgical clothes that had been strictly sterilized in the disinfection supply room.

"Okay, I'll get it for you right now." The traveling nurse didn't dare to delay. Seeing that someone dared to take the stage again, she immediately rushed towards the preparation room at a speed of 100 meters.

After a while, a surgical gown wrapped in a square shape was brought over by the nurse. She immediately tore off the seal, shook the clothes out and put them on for Wu Xiangdong.

At this time, the instrument nurse also placed all the items requested by Wu Xiangdong on the operating table. Upon seeing this, the latter immediately unpacked the surgical gloves and skillfully put the rubber gloves on his hands.

It only took Wu Xiangdong a short time to complete the operation. At this moment, seeing him pick up the suture needle and suture the patient's blood vessels, Zhao Guoqiang was frightened and felt palpitations again.

"Wu Xiangdong, you, what are you doing?" Zhao Guoqiang covered his chest with a very surprised expression. He did not expect Wu Xiangdong to come to the surgeon's position and prepare to suture the patient without saying a word.

"Your previous abdominal drainage surgery is indeed worthy of praise, but there is an essential difference between vascular suturing and abdominal catheterization." In Zhao Guoqiang's eyes, catheterization can only be regarded as a rough job, and you can master it as long as you do it a few times.

However, vascular suturing is very different. Whether it is in terms of fineness or technique, the two are completely different.

Faced with Zhao Guoqiang's persuasion, Wu Xiangdong remained unmoved. At this time, all his attention was focused on the damaged blood vessel.

Horrible.

This was Wu Xiangdong's first impression when he saw the suture on this blood vessel. It was simply too bad. Wu Xiangdong couldn't help but shook his head. After all, this kind of blood vessel suturing technology would have been different if he had used it back then.

If the postdocs below do it, they will definitely get a lot of scolding from Wu Xiangdong.

Also, with this cutting technique, the threads on the blood vessels are of different lengths and frizzy, which is undoubtedly a disaster for both the patient and himself.

At this time, the closest person to Wu Xiangdong was Song Chao, who was standing at the first aid position. He looked at Wu Xiangdong and shook his head for a while, and sighed for a while. His expression seemed to be disgusting with their stitching, which made Song Chao accept it for a while.

No more.

After all, he helped Zhao Guoqiang complete the thread-cutting task, but why did he become useless in Wu Xiangdong's eyes? Song Chao suppressed the anger in his heart and said gloomily: "It's surprising that the combined skills of the two of us are not as good as your own.

It’s amazing, blood vessel suturing is not a simple operation that can be completed by just one person.”

Before Song Chao finished speaking, he saw Wu Xiangdong directly picking up the scissors and picking apart the stitches they had sewn one by one. This move was like poking a hornet's nest. Not only did Song Chao's face change, but everyone present saw this.
Chapter completed!