When the director of thoracic surgery arrived, he frowned and said:
"The chest needs to be opened immediately."
In fact, logically speaking, this person should have been sent to the thoracic surgery operating room in the first place.
I don’t know who arranged it, but it was actually sent outside the body.
Lu Jing took the initiative to propose:
"Director, you can do the surgery, and I will be your assistant."
After all, the majors involved are still very different.
For the sake of the patient, it is most correct for a thoracic surgeon to be the surgeon!
"OK!"
The director was also very free and easy and agreed directly.
In hospitals, this happens a lot.
...
The second operation was shorter than the first operation, finishing in three and a half hours.
The most important thing for this person is to get out the steel bar inserted into the chest. As long as there is no heavy bleeding, there will be no big problem.
When Lu Jing came out of the operating room, it was already dark outside, and it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.
I didn't feel much in the operating room, but as soon as I came out, I could clearly feel my stomach growling with hunger.
The seven or eight hours of high-intensity surgery was too much for my iron-clad body.
When I returned to the office, I really sat and calmed down for several minutes before I felt a little better, and drank half a glass of water.
I don’t know if the excavation work at the hotel where the accident happened has been completed?
He took out his cell phone from his coat pocket and hesitated for a while before dialing someone's number.
After beeping several times, I was finally connected:
"Hello?"
"Isn't it over yet for you?"
"It's almost there, there's still one last person left."
Hiss~
"Are you out of the operating room?"
"Um."
"Have you got a meal yet?"
"not yet."
At this point, the canteen has long been closed.
Almost a bucket of instant noodles solves the problem.
But, how could the person on the other side of the phone let his woman eat instant noodles after being tired all afternoon?
"What do you want to eat?"
?
Understand what the man means, he is ordering food for himself.
He didn’t refuse:
"Whatever, anything is fine."
When people are hungry, they will only pursue fullness and not anything else.
"Okay, I'll see about it then."
After saying that, the phone was hung up.
This is a rare time for a man to hang up the phone on his own initiative. In the past, he was always the one who got hung up on.
However, the situation tonight is special, and no one can care about such a small matter.
Throwing the phone back into the drawer, and just about to take another break, a little nurse hurried to the door:
"Doctor Lu, the patient in bed 11 is bleeding from his wound."
Bleeding from the wound?
"What's going on?"
"It was said that I accidentally pressed it."
This is really big-hearted!
Ignoring the question of whether I was hungry or not, I quickly got up and headed towards the ward.
When I got to the hospital bed, I opened the quilt and saw blood all over the sheets.
The amount of bleeding was so heavy that I was worried that a second surgery would be needed immediately.
The patient on bed 11 is not Lu Jing's, but Dr. Ye's, who had surgery just a few days ago.
Fortunately, after careful inspection, it was found that there was no problem with the bone, but the wound was pressed and only needed to be re-sutured.
"Xiao Zhu, bring me a roll of line No. 7."
"Hey, okay Doctor Lu, I'll go get it right now."
...
The wounds of the patients in bed 11 have been treated, and the food delivery people have also arrived.
"Doctor Lu, your takeaway." The person at the nurse's station called out.
Lu Jing went over and took a look. It was indeed someone who ordered it, so he signed for it.
To say that I wasn't moved at all would be a lie.
Lu Jing could deny other things, but he couldn't deny that Jiang Ye was indeed very caring about him.