"Adjust the air flow to maintain the arterial blood carbon dioxide partial pressure of membrane perfusion at 40 to 45 millimeters of mercury. At this time, change the ventilator to assisted breathing mode to accelerate lung recovery."
The swiping sounds all around were uniform, and no one dared to miss a word.
Classmate Feng Yicong and others turned around and suddenly realized that Song Mao seemed to be taking notes with his pen.
Thinking that you, Song Mao, would also have to take notes one day. Feng Yicong snickered secretly and looked over again.
Song Xuelin took out his pen and wrote on the blank page of his notes.
Feng Yicong's eyes widened: What is this cat writing? Is it making paw prints? Is it a ghostly drawing that no one can understand?
Several other students frowned when they saw Feng Yicong's appearance.
Anyone who has been in contact with this cat for a long time will know that geniuses do not take notes. They can only draw cat symbols. Because geniuses have such good memories, they do not need to take notes. If they really need to take notes, they will make them so that only they can understand them.
Symbols are called transformation into academic insights for your own use.
Classmate Feng Yicong’s expression of exclaiming surprise was an embarrassment to his classmates.
"I never want to work with this person in my life." Classmate Feng Yicong swore that being in the same workplace as this kind of person would be too shocking.
Not everyone can be as mentally capable as classmate Xie.
The next recovery plan for the patient is drawn up, and the ward rounds are over.
Staying by the bedside to look at various values of junior sister's life, Xie Wanying turned around and looked at Dr. Song who had not left.
As usual, Song Xuelin would have to return to the National Association for work after completing the ward inspection. Obviously, there was something wrong with his stay today.
Xie Wanying understood something instantly, handed the patient to other doctors, turned and left the bedside.
Walking with her and outside the ICU, Song Xuelin paused slightly, showing some hesitation.
"Dr. Song, if you have anything to say," Xie Wanying said.
He remembered what the little idiot senior had told him before: She is very busy now, so don't worry about her in a hurry.
"By the way, is Boss Zhou's injury better?" Xie Wanying asked, wondering if the reason why the other party should not talk about it was because Boss Zhou had problems with his recovery after surgery.
"He was transferred from the ICU to the general ward the day before yesterday." Song Xuelin said.
"I see."
Senior Brother Huang knows her character. Once he mentions it to her, she will definitely ask about the patient's condition again. By not telling her, he will avoid making her worry and overwork her with too many things.
It's not Boss Zhou's fault. Boss Zhou has improved, which is reassuring. It's not convenient for Dr. Song to say anything to her.
Xie Wanying recalled various details, remembering that the strange expression of Senior Brother Tao before was similar to that of Dr. Song at this moment.
"Could it be that there is something wrong with Li Yaxi's review report?"
Hearing her voice, she immediately guessed it. Song Xuelin didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or tighten it. So he should have told the little idiot senior that he couldn't hide it from Dr. Xie. How could Dr. Xie be such a smart person?
conceal.
"Really?" Seeing that she seemed to be right, Xie Wanying's eyes showed a hint of surprise and surprise.
It was originally thought that the patient could be cured after the operation. If there was really a problem with the reexamination, it can only be said that any calculation at the time could not offset the abnormal changes in the patient's body over the past year.
Thank you for your support!!! Good night, dears~ This is it for today, I want to sort out the outline below.