Is his level high? Zhou Congwen smiled and took the hook and tweezers to the skin.

Although he had been catching up with the water, Zhou Congwen spent a lot of effort on this operation. That is, Liu Di was very capable, and he followed his "inadvertent" problem at that time, saving a lot of trouble.

Zhou Congwen had a good impression of Liu Di, and today he made great contributions, so he said with a smile, "Please use the opportunity to breathe."

"I learned it, but I can't use it well." Liu Di replied cautiously.

"When you go back and ask Director Wang, you must not be vague." Zhou Congwen reminded, "If you have any problems, call and report immediately. The ventilator change mode is different from other treatments, so don't be embarrassed."

Liu Di knew that Zhou Congwen was doing his own good and nodded quickly.

After sending the patient off the stage, Zhou Congwen returned to the locker room to change his clothes.

He sat in the locker room with a white Ganoderma lucidum in his mouth in confusion, staring at the system panel in the upper right corner of his vision, and he didn't even lit a cigarette.

The operation was completed successfully, but the system did not prompt himself to complete the task, and the damn task was still there.

Zhou Congwen was a little confused.

In my previous life, many consecutive tasks have been suspended for a long time, and even for several years, which is not surprising.

But this time the system issued an emergency task.

Although the patient in front of him was in critical condition, it seemed relatively simple in his opinion. He had multiple ribs, heart contusions, pericardial tamponades, and everything he should be treated. What else does this little guy in the system want?

Isn't it counting if you haven't done it?

Zhou Congwen complained in his heart.

If this is the case, I would probably have to go to the Second Hospital of Medical University to join Professor Chen Houkun in advance. At the Third Hospital of Haicheng City, I had no chance of surgery at all.

But if you think about it carefully, it seems that this is not possible.

If the task fails, the system will also have a prompt. But this time the system will not say it well, nor will it not be able to say it well, and it will just hang it.

Could it be that this guy is broken?

After thinking for a long time, Zhou Congwen couldn't figure it out, so he could only leave it like this first. He comforted himself that the task was not failed, and nothing else mattered.

...

...

The next day, Zhou Congwen finally knew why the system had not sent out information to complete the task.

At 16 pm, before getting off work, Wang Chengfa came to the small guardianship room, but Liu Di had never gotten off work and had been taking care of her until now.

He reported the recent test results and was rigorous and serious, and Wang Chengfa was very satisfied with it.

"Prepare to extubate the tube." Wang Chengfa checked the patient's pupils and waved his hand after he realized it.

At this moment, Zhou Congwen finally knew why the system did not tell him that the patient's heart function was poor. In Zhou Congwen's opinion, it would take at least 3-5 days for the ventilator to take at least 3-5 days.

But Wang Chengfa actually wanted to directly remove the tube and take off the line.

You have to go offline in less than 24 hours. Even if the patient is strong, he will not be able to withstand such trouble.

"Director Wang, the patient's body is afraid that it will not be able to accept it. Moreover, the blood and qi analysis of the postoperative re-examination..." Zhou Congwen didn't have time to find a solution and said directly.

"Hmm?" Wang Chengfa glanced at Zhou Congwen with a cold look on his face, "Are you questioning my doctor's advice?"

"Director Wang, patient..."

"If you have the ability to be the director yourself, otherwise you will shut up."

In front of the patient and the patient's family, Wang Chengfa did not swear, but his tone was very firm, and he did not leave any face to Zhou Congwen.

This is the right of the department director, and Zhou Congwen has no good idea. If every little doctor can question it casually and do not execute the director's medical advice, the medical order will collapse early.

Zhou Congwen could only swallow his anger back.

Wang Chengfa looked at Zhou Congwen contemptuously and said contemptuously, "Didn't you always say you want to write a record of the disease course? Remember my words without saying a word. It was me who decided to extubate the tube."

I endured it, Zhou Congwen lowered his head and frowned.

Wang Chengfa proudly removed the tracheal intubation for the patient as if he had won a decisive victory.

"Huh~"

The patient coughed a few sputums and took a deep breath, "It's so uncomfortable."

It must be uncomfortable to intubation, Zhou Congwen also knows it.

But now is not a good time to extubate the tube. He silently watched Wang Chengfa chat and laugh with the patient's family, and looked at himself from time to time. Before leaving, Wang Chengfa asked Liu Di to turn off the ventilator, and Zhou Congwen could only sigh deeply.

After they all left, Zhou Congwen moved a chair and sat on the head of the patient's bed.

"What is he looking at?" a patient's coworker asked in a low voice.

"Who knew, I just said that the director did something wrong. Nowadays, young people are really not aware of the fact that the sky is so high."

"I don't know anything, for fear of something happening, so I have to move a chair in the room. Director Wang said that people are fine and will be able to move out of the custody room tomorrow."

The voices of the patient's family members came from outside. Zhou Congwen was calm and didn't care what others were saying.

Although the patient had removed the tracheal intubation, the chest wall was severely painful when breathing due to multiple rib fractures, and the blood oxygen saturation was not ideal.

Zhou Congwen looked at the monitor coldly, auscultated every ten minutes, and walked out of the small monitoring room after thirty minutes.

When he arrived at the nurse station, Zhou Congwen picked up the phone and called the anesthesiology department.

"Are you anesthetized? I am Congwen, the chest peripheral congwen? Who is the anesthesiologist today?"

"Brother Wenbo, okay, please call me."

More than ten seconds later, the anesthesiologist answered the phone.

"Wenbo Ge, I, Zhou Congwen. There is a patient who wants to ask you for a consultation. Can you take a look?"

The anesthesiologist asked about the specific situation, but Zhou Congwen did not hide it and told the story.

Soon, the anesthesiologist ran down in an isolation suit and a long-sleeved sterile clothing.

"Xiao Zhou, where is the patient's house?"

Zhou Congwen took the anesthesiologist to see the patient.

After the physical examination, the anesthesiologist didn't say anything, but he didn't leave, so he went directly to the duty room.

"Xiao Zhou, the patient looks okay, but the tube is extubation too early." The anesthesiologist said in confusion, "Look at a blood qi analysis and see the situation."

"The patient's heart is severe and his cardiopulmonary function is poor. It looks OK. I guess his physical reserves can keep up. Now he has shortness of breath and is very shallow, and he has blisters in both lungs..."

"Oh, Xiao Zhou, you're so dogmatic. You know you need to assist in breathing, and I know, but what did you Lao Wang say?"

"Hehe." Zhou Congwen smiled helplessly.

"When Director Wang said he wanted to extubate the tube, I raised an objection. You know, Wenbo Ge, the result must be in a mess."

"You..." The anesthesiologist looked at Zhou Congwen in surprise, "You don't have a fever, how can you question the director's decision?"

"No, I think the patient must have problems, and the opinions should be mentioned." Zhou Congwen said helplessly.
Chapter completed!