When he arrived at the locker room, Zhou Congwen did not change his clothes directly. He raised his arm and smelled him.

A stream of adrenaline mixed with dopamine made Zhou Congwen a little disgusted.

It's so fucking. Zhou Congwen cursed in his heart, opened the locker, took out Bai Lingzhi's hand and shook it, and a cigarette jumped out like an elf.

Holding Bai Lingzhi's filter, Zhou Congwen took out the lighter and lit the cigarette.

The disposable lighter was spinning between the fingers, as dexterous as if he had come to life.

The smoke really rushed. After taking a breath, a surge of force rushed straight to the forehead. The nerves in the frontal lobe of the brain began to be beating. In just a moment, the pain in Congwen's right hip joint was relieved a lot.

It’s a pity that Ganoderma lucidum and cosmic cigarettes were not produced later, and Zhou Congwen missed them very much.

Before this rescue, Zhou Congwen didn't feel so strongly about smoking. He probably had something to do with the fact that he entered a stress state after discovering the air embolism.

The smell of adrenaline and dopamine is really bad. It will be better if you have a slow diagnosis surgery every day in the future. Zhou Congwen comforted himself.

"Xiao Zhou, you... give me one." The anesthesiologist lifted the curtain and came in. Seeing Zhou Congwen smoking on the chair, he said a little serious.

"Brother Sun, Bai Lingzhi, can you spit it out?" Zhou Congwen blew a cigarette at the anesthesiologist and asked with a smile.

"Let me try it, what's wrong with you today? You're like you've changed." The anesthesiologist asked carefully.

"I'm anxious, there's no way. Air embolization, you know."

"How did you think it came from?" The anesthesiologist sat opposite Zhou Congwen, lit Bai Lingzhi and choked and coughed.

"Slow down, the smoke choked." Zhou Congwen smiled, "When I think back now, I highly suspect that it was because of disinfection with hydrogen peroxide and penetrated into the closed surgical wound that had been sutured. Because the gas produced was difficult to escape, it then walked down the skin and formed subcutaneous emphysema."

"Uh...this only exists in theory."

"Indeed, the low probability time, but once it appears, it is 100%.

What you say to the patient's family before surgery is done is indeed appropriate to listen to it here.

"That's what you said." The anesthesiologist held a cigarette in his mouth, but did not dare to smoke randomly. It was too rushing and he would not have the blessing to enjoy it. "Xiao Zhou, it's not that my brother said you, even if you rescue the patient, you've done too much."

"Hehe." Zhou Congwen smiled, "Or what if? The patient will be gone a few minutes later."

The anesthesiologist concluded that although Zhou Congwen was right, he always felt something strange.

Offending the immediate boss because of rescue, and taking advantage of his life's future... No, it's not.

After thinking for more than ten seconds, the anesthesiologist slapped his thighs suddenly.

With a "bang", the anesthesiologist jumped up.

He rubbed his legs and asked with a wry smile, "Xiao Zhou, I haven't heard of successful rescue cases. Three months ago, an air embolism occurred in the obstetrics and gynecology department of the People's Hospital. Although the patient survived, his pupils on both sides were dilated and he became a vegetative person. He lived in IU for a while and was said to have given up now."

"Just be in time." Zhou Congwen said lightly, "It's nothing difficult to find out at the first time and solve it as soon as possible."

This is the legendary participants are not difficult, but the difficulty cannot be. The anesthesiologist looked at Zhou Congwen and was a little dazed.

A young doctor who has worked in thoracic surgery for less than two years, who gave him the confidence that air embolism is not difficult.

"Zhou, where did you learn it?" the anesthesiologist asked carefully.

"It is written in the book, and it is clearly written in the clinical guide for emergency treatment."

The anesthesiologist knew that Zhou Congwen was perfunctory, but he didn't know what to answer.

How great would it be if you memorize the things written in the book and become a master. There is a thing called clinical experience, and I don’t know how Zhou Congwen wants to explain it.

And the most important thing is that the anesthesiologist was also a witness at that time.

The moment when the ECG monitoring started to call the police, his brain went blank and his hands and feet became numb. After that, Zhou Congwen's words that ridiculed Wang Cheng for urination were not necessarily fake. Something that really happened to cause a piss that happened to a special situation.

He can still remain calm when encountering air embolism, and he judged that Director Wang Chengfa could not command the rescue. He immediately did not consider the interests and squeezed away the fierce evil spirits of Wang Chengfa away.

This is not something that ordinary people can do.

The four words "desperate" cannot describe Zhou Congwen's condition at that time. Just a passionate heart could squeeze Wang Chengfa away, but what if he squeezed it away?

Zhou Congwen was determined to command, and someone interfered with him and threw the hemorrhagic forceps. His fierce and domineering spirit was not at all related to the young doctor, and he looked like a good old director.

"Zhou, your eyes were so scary when you directed the rescue." The anesthesiologist was still scary when he recalled the situation at that time.

"Haha, hurry, I'll be very grateful if there is something wrong with my grandson."

"I can't say that Bao Huo, I'm worried that Wang Cheng will send you some shoes to wear after he goes back."

"It's okay, I've worn enough shoes. I've grown up with foot binding since I was a child, so I'm not afraid." Zhou Congwen said indifferently, "Have you ever seen my main sword?"

"Hey."

The anesthesiologists and operating room nurses knew everything about each department, but they just saw through it and didn’t say it out loud.

Who is too idle to do such stupid things to do if you offend the director for a little doctor?

However, Zhou Congwen is different now. The anesthesiologist is aware of the goods. From the initial calmness to every doctor's order of rescue later, to deep vein puncture, the guidewire directly hits the right atrium to extract gas.

Each step is clear and clean.

The medication before and after, including the rare ice cap, posture and other details all show his qualities of being completely exempted.

"Yeah, don't leave now. Please help me with the rescue medicine on the anesthesia list."

"OK."

"My mind was blank at that time and I couldn't remember it at all. I guess Wang Chengfa didn't know it, and Wang Qiang was even more fucking vain. What's the matter? In this rescue, he would send the patient down to wait for death."

Zhou Congwen smiled slightly.

"You can write it for me, otherwise if you don't match what Wang Chengfa wrote, he will complain to our director again."

"No problem." Zhou Congwen said vaguely with a cigarette in his mouth.

Wang Chengfa might have been looking for trouble afterwards due to face, but the anesthesiologist didn't care about this. He and Zhou Congwen had no holiday, and after this emergency rescue, he had the intention to make friends.

Helping the anesthesiologist recall the time of the rescue medication, the anesthesiologist was surprised to find that Zhou Congwen's thoughts were clear and clear. It seemed that his nerves were iron-clad, and that the emergency severe emergency rescue such as air embolism could not touch his heart at all.

Calm, indifferent, and cold rescue, it’s so awesome!
Chapter completed!