Chapter 2832 Time Comes, the World Is the Same Force

Lao He was preparing the equipment and medicines needed for the operation in the interventional operating room. He was notified by Su Yun last night that he would have a thoracoscopic operation today.

At that time, I didn't pay much attention to it. Thoracoscopic surgery is just a very basic surgical procedure. Now it's not 20 years ago. Basically, the general-level doctors who were hospitalized in 912 had already used thoracoscopy badly.

For anesthesiologists, one-lung ventilation is a pre-requisite skill to ensure the smooth operation of thoracoscopic surgery. Unlike laparoscopy, the abdominal cavity needs to be inflated to create space for the operation, but thoracoscopy requires the lung tissue to be retracted so that the field of view can be obtained.

Lao He didn't think he would have a problem. After all, no matter whether it was his own surgical skills or Boss Zheng was behind, the possibility of problems was almost zero, so he didn't think about it for the time being.

After the shift was over, Lao He came to the interventional operating room.

"Xiaohua, there's no emergency form." Lao He asked.

"The director said to reserve an emergency surgery room for Boss Zheng who intervened, saying that he needs to do thoracoscopy." The anesthesiologist on duty said.

It turned out that he had already said hello, and Lao He came to an emergency intervention room with a smile, and plugged in the USB drive first.

In the BGM of Good Luck, Lao He felt that he was 20 years younger, and his steps were a little lighter. Monitor...ventilator...double lumen intubation...rescue medication...

Lao He carefully checked everything. Although the 912 emergency surgery has its own set of established procedures, he still checked it for the last time without worrying about it. Moreover, this is an interventional operating room, relatively little general anesthesia is done, and Lao He must ensure that nothing goes wrong.

If it really lacks things after opening the stage, then it will be fucked.

"He Junjin!" An unfamiliar voice came, but made Old He's hair stand on end. Lao He was slightly taken aback, the relaxed and happy expression on his face froze, then changed his face, and turned his head with a smile like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Ye Chu, why are you here?"

"Director Xu went down to see the patient, I'll take a look first. Are you checking the equipment?" Ye Qingqiu asked.

"Yeah, I'll take a look first, and the operation order hasn't been mentioned yet. I'll go down to see the patient when I receive the operation notice." As Lao He said, he suddenly realized that the person performing the operation today should be a big shot .

Otherwise Ye Qingqiu wouldn't come up, or Director Xu wouldn't go down either.

"Is everything ready? There is nothing wrong with it." Ye Qingqiu asked.

"Well, it's all over, and the patient can be anesthetized when he comes up."

Ye Qingqiu nodded slightly, scanned the operating room with his eyes, and then asked, "Is this the good luck that Boss Zheng heard during the operation?"

"Yes, Director Ye." Old He didn't know why, so he was very cautious when answering Director Ye's question, and he didn't dare to say a word.

Facing the boss of the medical department, all clinicians will give a certain amount of respect, as long as there is still a little bit of doubt in their hearts.

Ye Qingqiu was noncommittal, just nodded slightly, and seeing Xie Yiren walking in with surgical instruments, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened a little, and he was supposed to be smiling.

But the two did not communicate, Ye Qingqiu turned and left.

"Yi Ren, who are you operating on today?" Lao He asked with a sigh of relief.

"I heard early in the morning that it was an 84-year-old patient. I was planning to give up and go back to my hometown. When Zheng Ren saw it yesterday, he made an appointment for emergency surgery in our hospital."

Xie Yiren handed over the sterilized equipment box to the itinerant nurse. She was going to sterilize it and told Lao He some information.

It's not a big open chest operation, and Dr. Charles's instrument box is useless, but the Shay people still carefully prepare the operation box, so as not to rush to use it when the time comes.

Lao He began to ponder in his mind, 84 years old, should be an elderly patient, there are various possibilities of intubation failure.

He fetched the fiberoptic bronchoscope and put it out of the way. The second-generation explorer laryngeal mask... Forget about this, even if you want to use Boss Zheng's side, there are still three generations.

What other equipment might you need but don't use often?

Just thinking about it, Lao He heard another familiar voice coming from the corridor.

"Old Peng, the lounge prepared for you, you lie down for a while?"

It's Dean Yan! Lao He was slightly startled. It seems that the background of the patient is bigger than I imagined, and even Dean Yan followed.

"No, is it because I, as a family member of the patient, will put pressure on the surgeon when I see the operation?" Mr. Peng said with a smile, not feeling nervous.

"That's not true. Boss Zheng's operation is very stable and he has a big heart." Dean Yan said with a smile, "I'm either worried or I'm afraid that you are tired."

"It's only 1 hour in total, I'm not tired."

Lao He pretended to be busy, and performed his hard work, carefulness, steadfastness, and seriousness without real objects.

The work needs to be done, and the false performance must be done well, Lao He knows all about these things. If it weren't for the bad luck in the first half of my life, I would have mentioned it long ago. There is a saying that the heaven and the earth are all working together, and now it should be a change of luck, Lao He thought to himself with a smile.

"Oh? Dr. Zheng is used to hearing this when performing operations..."

When he came outside the operating room, Mr. Peng heard the singing of good luck coming from inside, and said casually. But how to describe it? Mr. Peng and the others didn't have such good conditions for surgery at that time, but it didn't affect him knowing that the current surgeons have their own music they want to listen to.

I have heard countless songs in the operating room, but I have never heard of good luck.

To be honest, this song is a bit loud and fast-paced. If it's a square dance... it seems that even square dancers hate this song. Old Peng smiled slightly and said, "Such retro songs are really rare."

"Boss Zheng may be doing it for a good word of mouth." Ye Qingqiu said softly on the side.

Old Peng nodded.

"This is Dr. He Junjin, deputy director of the Department of Anesthesiology." Ye Qingqiu introduced.

Although Lao He had never been so close to Mr. Peng, he had always heard his name. In addition, when Ye Qingqiu introduced himself, he directly mentioned the deputy director, and Lao He was overjoyed. This should be a clue, otherwise Director Ye would not open his eyes and talk nonsense, just to make Mr. Peng feel that 912 takes it seriously.

It turned out to be the old gentleman's lover's surgery, no wonder.

Lao He turned around and greeted Mr. Peng, but found a group of people crowded at the door. As if the dean's office meeting was about to be held, all the school-level leaders followed behind.

"Old Peng." Lao He didn't hide from the friendly greeting, nor did he flatter him. Instead, he greeted him flatly, bowed slightly, and started his non-physical performance again.

Don't seek meritorious deeds, but seek no faults, the credit is all Boss Zheng's, and it would be great if he could share a share of the pie, Lao He knew it in his heart.

"Mr. Peng, take a break." Dean Yan moved over a small round stool, put it in the corner of the operating room, and "pressed" Mr. Peng onto the stool without any doubt.

"Don't have too many people in the operating room. Dean Yuan stays, and everyone else should leave." Dean Yan glanced at the people behind him, and then began to push them away in a deep voice.