Last week, he just brought someone to complete the dissection of a sick child's body, which was the child's brain.
Observing the counselor's actions, Xie Wanying recalled the time she was taking the anatomy class last year: At that time, a group of classmates watched Teacher Ren's operation and felt that Teacher Ren's cutting of human tissue was like cutting a cake, with soft cotton and strength, which was incredible. One knife was a very clean and neat dissection. Everyone knew that cutting a cake until it was cut into a knife, which was much more difficult than cutting meat and fruits.
Teacher Ren is definitely not without strength, and his hands holding the knife will not shake.
The old nurse booed, and saw that the man's scalp was not simple in his movements, so she asked them: "Which hospital are you surgeons?"
No matter where the doctor is, as long as he can save a human life, he is a good doctor. This is how the technical tycoons think. Only admitting that who is good at skill has nothing to do with identity.
Cross-cut the scalp, pull the scalp, expose the skull, and drill holes.
The electric drill squeaks and adjusts to the slowest gear. Drill slowly. You cannot be rushed. You must stop drilling through the skull immediately, otherwise it will hurt the brain tissue. The person next to you watched the head of the electric drill hit the child's head. The old nurse's heart thumped.
Xie Wanying held a yarn block in her hand and was ready to support her at any time.
She knew very well how powerful her counselor was.
I saw that it was indeed very soon, and the skull suddenly burst lightly and opened.
The yarn blocks quickly press and wipe the blood.
"Knife!" Ren Chongda shouted, and the energy came, and the blood in his blood vessels was boiling.
The old nurse was a little panicked and slapped his knife and handed it back to him. Who would have thought that the operation suddenly became so smooth?
Ren Chongda easily incited the dura mater under the skull, and blood came out, which showed how much intracranial pressure was.
A syringe was inserted into the midpoint of the blood and sucked outward.
Ren Chongda, who had time to put down his knife, looked up and saw that his student was operating the syringe calmly, and his heart was filled with comfort.
It can be seen that so many teachers in clinical practice have a high evaluation of him as a student, which is not an exaggeration.
Draw blood, rinse it with saline, but be careful to avoid damaging the brain tissue, and then place the drainage tube and connect it to a glass bottle to fix it.
After the drainage, Ren Chongda shone the pupils with a flashlight. The two pupils were the same size and did not expand, which made him completely relieved. Not long after, Dongzi's small eyelids blinked, as if his consciousness had recovered.
The ambulance finally arrived.
Two ambulances brought Dongzi's mother and Dongzi with them respectively. Dongzi must have been sent to the National Association. Ren Chongda got on the ambulance accompanying Dongzi to the National Association.
Dongzi's car set out first, and Ren Chongda shouted to the students before leaving: "Call if you have something to do!"
"Yes, teacher." Xie Wanying replied loudly.
Dongzi's mother was placed in the ambulance. Xie Wanying sat next to Dongzi's mother and was with the medical staff from other hospitals. According to her inquiry, she found out that the ambulance was dispatched from the district hospital.
"She will definitely not be able to go to our hospital for such a situation. She will go to a large hospital." Dr. Deng, a female doctor in the district hospital, said bluntly, "Which hospital do you want to take her to?"
"National Association." Xie Wanying thought that Dongzi's mother must want to be with her son.
"The National Association is far away. Can she hold on?" Dr. Deng raised reasonable doubts.
Chapter completed!