The child's blood pressure has dropped even further, and he is now barely able to maintain it with blood transfusions and medications.
Dr. Zhou is a licensed doctor, so he has to work as an assistant until other doctors in the department come back. When he came in and saw the child in front of him, his head suddenly became a little blurry. He had never experienced operating on such a young child.
Nie Jiamin, who was going to wash his hands, noticed that he was not moving and quickly turned to Xie Wanying and shouted: "Yingying."
I don’t know when Teacher Nie got used to calling her by her nickname.
"Yes, Teacher Nie, I'll do it." Xie Wanying understood the teacher's instructions instantly and stepped forward to disinfect the surgical area on behalf of Dr. Zhou. She had performed surgery on Xiao Yazhi before and remembered similar procedures. She was not unfamiliar with it at all.
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Doctor Zhou finally came to his senses and went up to help her lay out the surgical drape.
After putting on the surgical gown, Nie Jiamin came into the operating room and stood in the position of the surgeon. Due to time constraints and poor Chinese skills, he reached out to the nurse and said casually: "scalple."
Good guy, what did the new doctor say? The nurse's body froze and her eyes were dumbfounded.
Dr. Zhou shrank his shoulders in fear: If the boss suddenly asked him to do something in English while he was doing the operation, would he be able to react? He is a junior doctor in the county hospital and has never had the opportunity to communicate with a foreigner.
He is already in English. Maybe he can read some English papers and ask him to speak English? Just ignore him.
"Teacher Nie wants a scalpel." Seeing that both the nurse and Dr. Zhou were not moving, Xie Wanying hurriedly took over and said to the nurse. The reason why she was half a beat slow was because Teacher Nie's hand movement was obvious, so she could guess something.
, I didn’t expect that people were confused by English first.
When the scalpel was handed to the surgeon, the nurse felt uneasy and unsure. She only graduated from a technical secondary school and could not speak English well.
Dr. Zhou's eyes secretly turned to Xie Wanying and signaled: Let's change places.
Xie Wanying asked:?
Dr. Zhou: I'm afraid he and I will have to talk like ducks. If I don't change with you, I'm afraid I won't be able to communicate with him.
I'm afraid it will be the same as the other doctors in his department who have returned. No one in the county hospital can speak English smoothly with foreigners.
It is not her decision whether to change the position or not, it needs to be decided by the surgeon. Xie Wanying wrote this to Dr. Zhou in her eyes.
"You two, change places." Nie Jiamin's voice spoke under the surgical mask.
Others heard the dull tone in his voice, obviously disappointed.
Dr. Zhou regretted it. He would have known better not to back down. To put it bluntly, what was he afraid of when the boss didn’t start scolding him? If he was afraid first, would he be able to learn something from the boss? Well, now this precious learning opportunity has to be given up to him.
There were other people, who made him retreat in the face of battle.
"Change." Nie Jiamin issued an order to urge him regardless of whether he regretted it or not.
Forget it at other times, it’s good that you stood back from me on the operating table and didn’t get kicked off the stage by me.
Everyone has a temper. Teacher Nie is angry now.
Dr. Zhou had no choice but to switch places with Xie Wanying and take the position of second assistant.
Filling the vacancy, he was once again appointed as a first aid in critical situation. It was the first time for him to perform this kind of infant surgery as an assistant. Xie Wanying's heart was tense. She remembered what was written in the textbook that infant surgery and adult surgery can be said to be similar.
There is only one thing she has to do, be careful and listen to the teacher's instructions.
"Gauze." She ordered the nurse. She reached for the gauze piece and stood by.
Raising his eyes, Nie Jia scanned the posture of her hand sharply. It seemed to be more accurate and predictable, so he held the scalpel like a pen and made cuts on the child's skin.