If he had known it, he would not have said anything. Zhang Tinghai cursed in his heart, pointed at classmate Zhao and said to classmate Xie: "You are a boy, are you more timid than her?"
Zhao Zhaowei was so aggrieved that he wanted to cry: "She didn't have surgery."
"I can bet you that if she had surgery, she would not be afraid at all." Zhang Tinghai was sure that Xie Wanying was not a girl but a tomboy.
When Dr. Zhang said she seemed as thick as a boy, Xie Wanying smiled and didn't mind at all.
The others looked at her expression and sighed.
Cao Yong stretched out his hand and patted her shoulder, wanting to touch her head again: What's going on? This head is so surprisingly brave? How can anyone not be afraid of surgery?
A few more people walked in at the door of the operating room, this time the chief surgeon and his assistant came back.
Leading the patient to the bedside of the operating table, Tao Zhijie inquired about the patient's condition, and asked Classmate Zhao with concern in a gentle voice: "How do you feel?"
After Brother Cao's explanation, Zhao Zhaowei understood. This Buddha really did not need to treat this thankless patient, so he nodded and said: "Yes. I believe you."
Believe him. This was the first time Mr. Zhao's grandson said this to him. Tao Zhijie's eyes seemed to flash with surprise.
"Why are you treating me? Isn't it really because of my grandfather?" Zhao Zhaowei thought for a while, even if he was going to die, he still wanted to understand the Buddha's doubts.
"You discovered for the first time here that I am your first doctor." Tao Zhijie said, his tone calmer.
After hearing this, the people around him, including Zhao Zhaowei, had only one thought in their minds: God, is it so simple in this Buddha's mind?
First-diagnosis responsibility system. If the patient does not go to another doctor on his own, his condition does not need to be transferred to other hospitals or specialists for treatment. According to the needs of the patient's condition, Tao Zhijie indeed needs to be responsible for his condition to the end.
Zhao Zhaowei scratched his head, is this the difference between himself and the big brother? No matter what Senior Brother Cao said or what the Buddha said, he always kept the principles of medical practice in mind and would not be affected by personal emotions.
Being a doctor is the most sensible thing to do.
"Don't worry." Tao Zhijie noticed that his expression was relieved and began to make requests to him, "You must have confidence in your ability to cure the disease."
"I already have confidence." Zhao Zhaowei emboldened himself and said confidently, "I think I can live to be hundreds of years old."
"A hundred years old?" Zhang Tinghai couldn't help but madly complain, and looked at classmate Zhao with side eyes, "I just heard that I was going to be anesthetized, and my heartbeat immediately jumped to a hundred and one. Are you sure you want to beat a hundred and one heartbeat or live a hundred years?"
age?"
"I, this -" Zhao Zhaowei tugged at the corner of his mouth and was helpless. He couldn't control his own heartbeat.
The heart rhythm curve on the ECG monitor is beeping.
The doctors collectively focused on his fast heartbeat.
"Come on, swallow your saliva." Zhang Tinghai instructed Classmate Zhao on how to slow down his heartbeat.
Zhao Zhaowei swallowed hard.
Class monitor Yue Wentong thought of his classmates' instructions and stretched out his hand for Classmate Zhao to hold.
Beep beep beep, the ECG monitor continued to sound a continuous rapid heartbeat alarm.
These measures are of no use at all and instead speed up the patient's heartbeat.
Everyone was about to roll their eyes inwardly.
Hey, this coward! Get anesthesia quickly, there is nothing you can do. As an anesthesiologist, Zhang Tinghai made a prompt decision.
