Chapter 1937 [1937] Luck
He's just an anesthesiologist, not a surgeon, and he doesn't understand the deep knowledge of surgery.
After thinking about it clearly, while the patient's vital signs are stable at this stage, Zhang Tinghai decisively waved to the intern anesthesiologist who was studying with him today, and whispered to the other party to help him look at the instrunts for a while. I went out to find soone by myself, and it is expected that I can return to the operating room in a short ti without getting in the way.
When he left the operating room, Zhang Tinghai glanced back at the operating table.
The three doctors on the stage were quiet, except for Xie Wanying's quietness, which was normal as before, and the silence of the other two, especially Chang Jiawei, made him more suspicious.
Speaking of the operating room of the National Association this morning, the corridor space outside was extrely crowded. It may be that there are more surgeries arranged by so departnts today. After the first round of patients to be operated on were sent to the operating room at seven o'clock, it is now ti for the second batch of patients to be sent to the operating room.
Just listen to the nurse who was pushing the patient's bed and kept calling to let the crowd standing on the middle road go away: "Give way, please give way, let the patient go first, they have to do surgery."
The two groups of family mbers are superimposed, and the flow of people has skyrocketed. The waiting area for family mbers, which has a small capacity, is about to burst like a damd lake.
Geng Yongzhe, who was sitting in the corner, saw the crowd crowding towards him, he turned his back to protect the chair where his mother was sitting, with a sad look on his eyebrows.
He didn't follow the teacher into the operating room in ti to watch his brother's surgery, because he was worried that his unaccompanied mother sat alone outside the operating room and waited.
The family mbers of patients who are waiting for the results of the operation are actually suffering as much as the people in the operating room. After seeing her son into the operating room, Geng's mother imdiately sat on the bench and cried.
Geng Yongzhe, who is not good at speaking and is not good at comforting others, can only quietly let his mother vent his sad emotions.
Mother Geng has been patient for a long ti. She didn't dare to cry when taking care of her little son in the ward, so as not to make her sick little son think she was going to die. If it wasn't for this persistence, her heart would have collapsed long ago.
She may not understand what the doctor said, but everyone knows that surgery is risky. The life and death of her youngest son lying in the operating room is uncertain.
"Your brother will be fine, right? Your brother can walk after the surgery, right?" Geng Ma raised her red eyes and grabbed her eldest son's hand.
Geng Yongzhe could not answer these questions for his mother. Consolation words can't be said indiscriminately, especially since he is a dical student, he needs to be realistic.
The success of surgery is often related to the patient's own luck. The specific operation results need to first see how the tumor grows as seen by the doctor during the operation, and whether it can be cut cleanly without harming others. Careful planning of these matters before surgery cannot rule out the occurrence of a black swan ergency during surgery. It can only be said that the surgeon prefers that the patient's tumor is as long as the preoperative estimate than the family mber.
The eldest son's expression was silent, as if he could not speak, while Geng's mother's head drooped down, tears rolled down her throat and almost burst into tears. Her youngest son had a hard life. The problem was that her youngest son did nothing wrong. He was beaten by that bastard.
"I heard people say, you want to treat her?"
Mother finally asked about this, Geng Yongzhe nodded, "Yes."
Looking up again, Mother Geng looked at her eldest son who answered "yes" with disbelief in her eyes.
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