The sound of slippers running in the operating room could be heard in the corridor. After a while, Zhao Huaming, who had gray hair on his temples, appeared at the door. His pupils tightened, and when he saw clearly that his grandson was lying on the operating table, Zhao Huaming's vision almost went dark.
Fainted.
The anesthetized patient's heartbeat was stable, while the others' heartbeats were unstable. They all thought clearly about what might happen when Zhao Huaming showed up. Both eyes looked at the surgeon.
Tao Zhijie's hands were operating quickly, with a smooth rhythm, and the forehead area outside the mask was calm.
Several assistants followed his lead, and no one turned to look at Zhao Huaming. Obviously, the surgeon did not allow it.
"Tao, Doctor Tao -" Zhao Huaming squeezed out his voice hesitantly, as if he was at a loss as to what he was going to say next, otherwise he would have gone back to the hospital to explain it clearly to Tao Zhijie.
Yelling to ask Tao Zhijie to stop operating on his grandson? His daughter-in-law signed the surgery consent form, so why should he stop it?
Furthermore, the patient himself agreed to undergo the operation, and the patient entrusted his life to the doctor. If the doctor refuses to perform the operation because others block it, it is equivalent to betraying the patient's most important trust. Can he be called a doctor?
"Professor Zhao, please go to the doctor's office and wait!" Tao Zhijie's gentle voice, but his words were as cold as ice, and he issued an order to expel the guest on the spot.
"Dr. Tao, I." Zhao Huaming spoke hard, trying to make himself stay.
"Where are the people?" He Guangyou called on behalf of the surgeon.
Obviously, Zhao Huaming might faint if he stays here for another second. The surgeon has the responsibility to prevent this situation from threatening the progress of the operation.
The circulating nurse immediately called her colleagues to come and help.
Someone quickly ran over and pulled Zhao Huaming away: "Mr. Zhao, don't worry. Look, not only Dr. Tao is here, but Dr. Cao is also here."
Cao Yong? Zhao Huaming's eyes fell on Cao Yong's face. There was not only surprise in his eyes, but also a little fear.
Cao Yong turned around and glanced at his face slowly, his eyebrows twitching.
All the young doctors in the field saw Cao Yong's look, and then saw Zhao Huaming almost falling to his knees and unable to get up.
Xie Wanying's heart pounded twice, and her heart tightened: She had never seen this expression on Senior Brother Cao, he was so stern, so stern that it penetrated deep into the heart of any doctor.
"Are you still a surgeon?" Cao Yong asked Zhao Huaming.
Zhao Huaming's mouth trembled: "Yes -"
"If so, why are you sweating?"
Zhao Huaming stretched out his palms to touch his face, and his palms were covered with sticky sweat beads.
"Go and wash your face. It's not like I won't let you see it." Cao Yong said these words calmly and turned around.
There needs to be silence in the operating room, not any quarrels.
Yes, go wash your face. Zhao Huaming's head seemed to wake up because of his words, and he turned around and walked away.
The operating room door banged and was closed tightly.
It was as if nothing had happened just now.
After the puncture hole is drilled and the laparoscope is inserted into the patient's body, the condition of the patient's liver and surrounding adjacent organs and tissues must first be examined.
All eyes were focused on the monitor. During the professional inspection of the doctors, there were thoughts, anxiety, and worries.
Looking at the monitor with the others, Yue Wentong suddenly realized that Xie Wanying beside him was not looking at the monitor.
Xie Wanying's eyes first fell on the puncture holes made by the surgeon on the patient's skin.
Why does her focus differ from others? Yue Wentong asked.