"What? Old Zhong, you asked him to use the needle?" Chen Hanqing's face was covered by a mask and a hat, and only a pair of eyes were exposed. The boss looked at Zhong Zhenguo and then at Yan Murong ----- him
Never could he have imagined that the young man whom he had just regarded as his apprentice would suddenly change places with Zhong Zhenguo?
"No, no, are you kidding me? Principal Chen, this is Director Yao, not a guinea pig. How can you let a young man act so randomly?" As soon as Chen Hanqing finished speaking, a voice octave higher than him rang out.
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Following the voice, Yan Murong discovered that the person speaking was a man who was holding a bag of plasma and was about to hang it up. He was also tightly wrapped in a mask and hat, so that his appearance could not be seen, but listening to the voice, Yan Murong
Murong could also tell that this man was about fifty years old.
"Vice Principal Tang, please keep your voice down." Chen Hanqing glared at the man who spoke angrily, then turned to look at Zhong Zhenguo. "Old Zhong, are you sure you want this young man to take action?"
"Sure." Zhong Zhenguo nodded seriously. "His acupuncture skills are better than mine."
"Okay." Chen Hanqing is not an indecisive person. Besides, Zhong Zhenguo is his classmate and his childhood friend. The two have known each other for almost seventy years, and his trust in Zhong Zhenguo is very high.
However, after graduation, Chen Hanqing chose to stay in school and became the principal a few decades later, while Zhong Zhenguo could not stand the constraints of this system and instead set up his own business ----- But this did not affect the two of them.
Friendship, in their free time, the two of them would sit together, brew a pot of good Longjing, and then chat about family issues together, or recall the joys, sorrows, and joys they experienced together when they were young.
Yan Murong didn't say a word on the side, and his eyes swept over the three old men.
This lineup is really big enough. When a director performs an operation, he even invites the president and vice president of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine - Yan Murong understands, after all, this is Yanjing, the capital and political center of China.
There is a saying that goes well - when you arrive in the capital, let alone your official position, a billboard on the street will be overturned and fall to the ground, knocking down ten people, nine of whom are division chiefs or something like that.
Yan Murong thought that if his grandfather was ill, no matter how big the lineup was, he would be able to gather together.
"Young man, just do it. Since Lao Zhong believes in you, I believe in you too." Chen Hanqing looked at Yan Murong and said in a deep voice. "Just ask if you need any help from us."
Yan Murong said nothing and nodded seriously. He admired Principal Chen very much.
Let’s not talk about who is lying on the operating table. Even if he is an ordinary person, a doctor will not allow a guy who does not even have a medical license to go to the operating table. If the operation fails, the responsibility will be huge.
The reason why he chose to believe Yan Murong was that he believed in Zhong Zhenguo, his close friend whom he had known for most of his life.
Taking a long needle handed over by Zhong Zhenguo, Yan Murong disinfected it with alcohol cotton while looking at the opened chest.
An artery on the left side of the heart ruptured, and the bleeding has not been stopped until now. The patient's heartbeat can only be maintained by continuously pumping blood.
The stent for the bypass was still placed on a tray on the operating table. Due to this sudden change, there was no way to put it into the patient's chest.
After sterilizing the silver needle, Yan Murong did not inject the needle immediately, but held the silver needle between his two fingers. He didn't know what he was thinking.
Zhong Zhenguo and Chen Hanqing were so anxious that they almost went crazy ----- Why is this guy in a daze at this time? Don't you know that if you delay for a second longer, you will lose one point of hope?
Not to mention Zhong Zhenguo and Chen Hanqing, even the few little nurses who helped him were very anxious. Looking at the long needle in Yan Murong's hand, they felt uneasy - such a long needle, wouldn't it hurt to death if it was inserted?
Thirty seconds passed, and Yan Murong hadn't done anything yet, but beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead. A nurse quickly picked up a piece of sanitary napkin with a signature and wiped it for him, but Yan Murong still didn't move.
Just when Chen Hanqing could not help but pull him away, his eyes suddenly widened - he found that the tip of the long needle in Yan Murong's hand was shaking, but when he saw Yan Murong
After Murong's focused expression, he suppressed his thoughts of asking what happened.
Having been a doctor for most of his life, he is proficient in both Chinese and Western medicine. Although he is not as good at acupuncture as Zhong Zhenguo, he is still quite good at it - but he has never seen this young man's technique before.
Chen Hanqing thought, could it be that he was nervous?
When he saw Yan Murong's fingers holding a silver needle, he gave up his guess.
Yan Murong's hands were very gentle and did not tremble at all, but the silver needle kept shaking.
Suddenly, the silver needle stopped trembling, and Yan Murong's eyes suddenly changed. He raised and lowered the needle, and the long needle pierced his heart directly.
Yan Murong's move frightened Chen Hanqing. Not only Chen Hanqing, but also everyone around the operating table was shocked.
Is he saving people? Is he inserting needles into people's hearts to save people? This is obviously killing people!
The little nurses were also horrified to see that such a long needle was actually stuck in the heart.
Yan Murong ignored everyone's surprised and disbelieving eyes and stared intently at the silver needle in his hand, rubbing it gently.
"Principal Chen, the patient's heart rate suddenly dropped." A young nurse said in panic.
"Quickly, use atropine." Before Chen Hanqing could speak, Vice Principal Tang spoke first.
"No." Yan Murong kept moving and said in an unusually decisive voice.
"You-----" Vice Principal Tang was suddenly furious. He pointed at Yan Murong but couldn't say a word.
"Look, look," the nurse who just spoke shouted again in panic. "The patient's bleeding has stopped."
Everyone looked for the sound and were surprised to find that the blood that was flowing like a fountain just now miraculously stopped.
"Quickly, do the suture operation quickly." Chen Hanqing reacted first in shock and quickly began to suture the torn blood vessel.
The reason why I didn't dare to suture just now was because if I forced suturing when the bleeding stopped, the blood would open the blood vessels again - by then, even if the gods came, I would have no choice but to attend the director's memorial service.
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Chen Hanqing was an authority in heart surgery. After stopping the bleeding, he quickly sutured and then inserted the stent. After Yan Murong retracted the needle, he quickly sutured the wound - but in this tense situation,
No one saw that the moment Yan Murong retracted the needle, the heart rate on the monitor returned to normal again.
"It's done." Yan Murong took off his mask and took a breath, revealing a row of neat white teeth. He made a victory gesture to everyone with a pale face, then rolled his eyes and aimed at a delicate-looking little boy.
The nurse fell down.
In fact, even when he was in the operating room, no one took off their masks. What Yan Murong was looking at was not his appearance at all, but the size of his breasts under the surgical clothes.
I am so tired, don’t I have the right to find a softer and bigger pillow?
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