Director Miao has gained knowledge today.

Just as Zhang You said, the 12 surgeries were all over before lunch, and the speed was even more exaggerated than what Zhang You described.

Zhou Congwen turned around and stepped down, walked to Mr. Huang, and asked with a slight pride, "Boss, I'm doing well."

"No," Mr. Huang raised his eyelids and looked at Zhou Congwen lightly, "Just pay attention to safety, there is no major problem with the overall process."

"Hehe." Zhou Congwen smiled happily.

The boss's praise made Zhou Congwen happier than winning the world's number one.

"Boss, go down to see the patients in the circle and have a meal. I will order you the chicken claws."

Speaking of chicken claws, Huang Lao laughed wrinkles on his face, and was full of joy.

"Deng Ming, don't say it when you go back." Old Huang stood up, bowed his hands and walked out of the surgery room.

The door to the operating room was opened in a hurry, and a circuit nurse waved, "Be careful and make a quick move!"

"Do you come to the emergency room at noon?" Huang Lao glanced at it. Although it was far away from the door, he habitually approached the wall to prevent his appearance from blocking the road to the emergency room flat car.

Zhou Congwen said to his boss, "Boss, I've been here for a few months and I'm not used to going to the emergency room. By the way, emergency room is really a waste of time, you last time..."

As soon as he said this, a doctor in a white suit drifted 90 degrees and rushed in with a flat car. He looked like a veteran.

Zhou Congwen immediately shut up. He noticed that the patient's skin was pale and bright red blood was gushing from his neck.

Trauma should not be a carotid artery, otherwise the patient would not be able to stay in the hospital.

"Ding Dong~" the sound of the system task sounded.

【Emergency Task: Neck…】

Zhou Congwen frowned, what was this little guy in the system doing?

However, the color of the system panel is a bit weird.

Judging from Zhou Congwen's experience, most emergency tasks are bright red, but the tasks issued this time are red and white, and even the four words "the originally clear emergency tasks" are very light.

It's not a system problem, this color means that the patient is about to die.

Zhou Congwen focused on his mind and saw that the patient was being pushed into the emergency room, so he followed him.

But Zhou Congwen was still one step late. His boss walked over with his waist straight. His steps were not as strong as he could be, but he no longer had the grand and old look he had before.

"boss."

"The situation is wrong. Have you noticed Zhou Congwen?" Huang Lao said softly with his waist straight.

"The neck wound, but the pressure on the blood does not seem to be too high, not like the carotid artery. But the color does not look like the venous blood, which is a bit strange." Zhou Congwen said.

"The person seems to be alive, and it shouldn't be a carotid artery," said Deng Ming.

The three of them spoke while following the flat car into the emergency room.

The patient was carried to the operating table, the anesthesiologist placed deep vein channels, and the colloids were placed in rows at hand. The nurse on the tour shouted loudly that people were ready to send blood samples, while she quickly installed the store's polar membrane to connect to the electrocardiogram monitoring.

The blood pressure shown on ECG monitoring is very low, 60/30 mmHg.

However, the anesthesiologist is very skillful in his technique. In the urgent time, he sets the deep vein channel incisively, and the deep vein canal is directly passed into the superior vena cava.

Connect the three-way connection, hang three colloids in one breath, and the liquid is maximized, and then pour it into it.

At the same time, a blood sample left by the anesthesiologist during the puncture was also sent away. Zhou Congwen could imagine how busy the blood transfusion department was about to be.

The patient is very strange, and what is even more strange is the system task. Zhou Congwen looked at the patient carefully and there should be no major problems.

As long as he was sent to the hospital, Zhou Congwen was 90% sure to get the person back.

What's more, now that I have myself and my boss, Director Deng should be fine standing here.

Is it the system that releases water?

It shouldn't be that Zhou Congwen's brows became tighter and tighter. He suspected that the patient had a problem, but he couldn't explain clearly what the problem was in a hurry.

He turned his head and looked at his boss. Zhou Congwen always looked at his boss habitually when he couldn't find the answer.

But this time it was obvious that the boss also encountered a problem. His hand was not carried behind his back, but instead he hugged him in front of him and held his chin and looked at the patient.

The anesthesiologist gave a small amount of sedatives and then pushed the muscle relaxation medicine.

As soon as the tube of muscle relaxation was pushed in, the anesthesiologist made a gesture to ask the assistant to prepare for the tracheal intubation.

As soon as he looked up at the ECG monitoring, the patient's blood oxygen saturation fell to about 50% like a cliff.

The anesthesiologist wanted to change the oxygen saturation clip at his fingertips, but he probably had a problem with the test error. But before he could move, the patient changed.

The originally pale face suddenly became swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the intracranial pressure was extremely high, and the eyeballs were pushed out, looking extremely scary.

The patient's facial features were distorted, his face went from white to red, then to blue and purple, and finally turned black, which took less than ten seconds.

The patient's tongue was then spit out.

It was like a rope strangling the patient's neck in the dark, and an invisible person pulled it back with force.

This is what a hanged ghost looks like! Zhou Congwen was stunned and instinctively looked for the blade.

Just when everyone was stunned and didn't know what was going on, Mr. Huang picked up the 50ml syringe on the anesthesia truck, tore open the outer packaging, and took the needle and passed through the patient's cricothyroid membrane into the airway.

Zhou Congwen didn't have time to think about it, so he turned around and snatched the equipment that the nurse had just brought for surgery and shouted, "Blade!"

"That's for surgery..."

The instrument nurse didn't know what happened, but Zhou Congwen's roar woke her up and glanced at the patient. The instrument nurse almost fainted from being scared.

I have seen blood in the operating room, but who has seen someone who was "strangled" by Wuming in the operating room?

The patient was in a typical hemorrhagic shock when he was pushed in. The nurse saw it very clearly, but now he has changed!

This is not what patients with hemorrhagic shock should look like. The equipment nurse is considered to be a long-standing battle, so this diagnosis can still be done.

She even doubted whether the ECG monitoring wire was wrapped around the patient's neck in a hurry, causing the patient to be "strangled".

If so, it would be fucking.

However, the nurse of the instrument carefully observed but did not see the wire. There was only a 50ml syringe on the patient's neck and the needle "hissing" sound.

"Shit~"

Gas hissed from the needle of the 50ml syringe. Old Huang took a deep breath, but Deng Ming took the needle of the syringe.

Old age and weak body, this kind of life is indeed not something that Mr. Huang can do.

Deng Ming took a deep breath and blew in at the needle.

Even the needle of the 50ml syringe was very thin at this time. Deng Ming's face turned red and he continued to pressurize and completed a "artificial respiration".

At the same time, Zhou Congwen had already opened the cut bag, put on sterile gloves and twisted the blade and cut it with one piece.
Chapter completed!