The breath in the operation room was so indescribable that it was indescribable.
Director Yang's hand was grabbed on the dark green brushing suit on his chest.
The group of surgical colleagues who were driven out by Director Yang did not go far. A bunch of people were crowded in the anesthesiology office, each of them was a little girl lying on the operating table with heart-wrenching concerns.
"I don't know what's going on inside?" Chang Jiawei frowned, hugged his chest with his hands, and sighed.
Someone stretched his head out at the door and looked away, as if he smelled the breath in the operation room and said, "I guess I'm drawing my sword."
"It must be pulled out, it can't be delayed."
"This is probably life in lingering."
"What if something really happens, what will Dr. Yin do?"
The group of people looked at each other, afraid that Yin Fengchun would cry on the spot.
Chang Jiawei turned around and looked at his old classmates.
Fu Xinheng sat on a chair, which was different from the calmness of others.
"The robot is a robot." Seeing his appearance, the other doctors shook their heads and turned their backs to him.
"You don't seem to be worried." Chang Jiawei pulled away the chair beside him and sat down and asked him.
"I'm not very worried about the operation." Fu Xinheng admitted. Because Director Yang said that the master was coming, the hospital leader said this when the emergency surgery in the operating room was underway, and it was impossible to joke, so he was not afraid of leaving.
After hearing what he said, Chang Jiawei was confused: He was not worried about why he stayed here like everyone else.
"You mean what are you worried about after the operation?" Chang Jiawei thought, was it because he was worried that the patient would suddenly lose his heart after the operation? This is possible. Some injured people developed acute myocardial infarction after the operation.
Yeah, someone came in at the operating room door.
Someone looked up and saw who the person was, saying:
"It's the iicu guy here."
"Director Dai brought Xia Dongxian here."
Some well-informed doctors communicated with each other: "It is said that this patient was asked by Director Dai to help with Dr. Tao. Unexpectedly, this patient turned around and stabbed the person in our hospital."
Chang Jiawei and Fu Xinheng exchanged glances: It seems that the leaders of the hospital called the ICU people down.
In this way, the leaders of the hospital probably got the whole story.
The operation in the operation room continued, with two people in the corridor outside, etc.
A nurse came out of it, Dai Ronghong grabbed the other party and asked, "What's the situation of the patient inside?"
"I want to get the blood." The nurse ran away after answering her.
Beep beep beep beep.
The sound of numbers on the monitor was heard in the operation room. The anesthesiologist was frightened and sweated coldly when he saw that the patient's vital signs were not fluctuating.
Dean Wu's sweat was secreted from his forehead.
His fingers were blocked in his mouth instead of a knife.
"Suck blood first, hurry up!"
He was urging by Cao Yong beside him, and Song Xuelin took action, and the sucking tube was inserted into the sapling field and sucked blood. He could not wait until the sapling field was completely clean before starting.
Several blood vessels are half hidden and half exposed in a sea of ​​blood of varying depths.
"Doctor Yin!" Several people shouted in unison.
Feng Chun clamped the hole of the atrial clamps with forceps until he was about to bleed. He held his breath and became ruthless. He aimed his eyes at her abdominal cavity and inserted it.
Click, the first large blood vessel was clamped.
"One more!"
The instrument nurse handed over a large bend to the doctor.
Chapter completed!