Type I itself does not require any treatment, and is mainly based on observation. However, this patient suffered from massive blood loss, electrolytes were probably disordered, and his blood potassium was very serious, which is also a major factor affecting conduction block.
When Zhou Junpeng came over and heard this, he could see Fu Xinheng's rather satisfied expression.
Those who are dissatisfied definitely belong to the neurosurgery group.
"Yingying."
Senior Brother Cao is calling her.
Xie Wanying suddenly remembered what Senior Sister Jiang said and walked back to Senior Brother Cao obediently.
Senior Brother Huang opposite her glared at her: Junior Sister, what did you say to the cardiothoracic surgeon in the neurosurgery operating room?
Classmate Pan held his breath, no matter that the pair of Song Cat's eyes above his head were about to swallow him up.
Who made this "student scumbag" move slowly, allowing Dr. Xie to be taken advantage of by people from other departments? The dissatisfaction in Song Xuelin's brown eyes meant that he was going to explode with anger.
Classmate Pan is very capable, so he marked it all at once. Classmate Geng wiped away his sweat.
The chief surgeon and his assistant sat down and prepared to perform surgery using an operating microscope. The blood vessels and nerves involved in scalp surgery are rich and thin, so only an operating microscope can be used for surgical anastomosis.
Pan Shihua, who sat down and looked at the assistant mirror, felt firsthand that Xie was scared, and his fingers couldn't help but tremble.
It takes a process for newcomers to adapt, but most people don't adapt as quickly as Xie.
"Doctor Xie, do you want to try a few injections?" Song Xuelin said when he saw that the guy's hands were shaking so much. He needed an assistant like Dr. Xie to regain his sense of rhythm.
After thinking about it, Xie Wanying should be fine.
It’s not that Pan is incapable, but it may be difficult to find a suitable direction for a while. Dr. Song is unlikely to be as patient as Senior Brother Cao.
Isn’t this nonsense? Cao Yong, a big boss, is only patient with you. This is what a lot of people at the scene really think.
After washing her hands and putting on a surgical gown, Xie Wanying took the position of Pan's assistant. She took the needle holder and tweezers with both hands. The fact that it was currently difficult for her assistant to see behind the mirror did not prevent her from becoming familiar with the feeling of using a surgical microscope.
She later remembered that she had used a microscope for dissection before and after her rebirth. For example, Dr. Duan Sanbao needed a microscope to make a heart model for mice. The blood vessels of mice were too thin, so he used a small animal surgical microscope.
.The appearance of this experimental microscope does not have the high-end atmosphere of an operating room. It is small, but the two have similarities in use.
Pan needs to recall the feeling of an experimental microscope that was used very rarely in the anatomy class of the National Association.
Thinking of this, Xie Wanying showed Pan the rhythm of the laboratory when performing suturing movements, slowly and leisurely, with her eyes lowered hard. People around were surprised that she could sew very well even with an assistant mirror, and she didn't need to close her eyes.
Eyes, it seems, have become immune to the fear of the operating microscope.
Zhou Junpeng shouted out the thoughts of people in other departments: "How many operations has she performed in your neurosurgery department?"
Otherwise, how could he be such a confident and leisurely veteran?
People in neurosurgery only remember that it was less than a few hours before the first microscope operation. Student Xie’s world-changing transformation happened so fast, it was beyond everyone’s expectation.
The surgeon nodded his chin with satisfaction, and the rhythm of the surgery he wanted was immediately brought back after changing assistants.
Next, everyone saw the almost seamless cooperation between the two. Stitch after stitch was like a game of Solitaire, so fast and accurate that it was really hard to distinguish the sense of priority.
