Chapter 1937 【1937】Luck

He is just an anesthesiologist, not a surgeon, and he doesn't understand the deeper aspects of surgery.

After thinking it over clearly, taking advantage of the patient's vital signs being stable at this stage, Zhang Tinghai decisively beckoned to the intern anesthesiologist who was studying with him today, and whispered to him to help him look at the equipment for a while. I went out to find someone by myself, and it was expected that I would be able to return to the operating room in a short time 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 the quietness of classmate Xie Wanying, which was normal as before, and the silence of the other two, especially Chang Jiawei, made him more suspicious.

Speaking of the Guoxie operating room this morning, the corridor space outside was extremely crowded. It may be because some departments arranged more surgeries today. After the first round of patients undergoing surgery were sent to the operating room at seven o'clock, it was now time for the second batch of patients to be sent to the operating room.

The nurse who sent the patient to push the lathe kept calling for the crowd standing in the middle of the road to go away: "Make way, please make room, let the patients go first, they are going to be operated on."

The two groups of family members superimposed, the flow of people soared, and the family waiting area with a small capacity was about to burst like a dammed lake.

Geng Yongzhe, who was sitting in the corner, saw the crowd rushing over, turned his back to protect the chair where his mother was sitting, with a sad look on his brow.

He didn't go into the operating room with the teacher in time to watch his younger brother's operation because he was worried about his unaccompanied mother sitting alone outside the operating room waiting.

The family members of patients waiting for the results of the operation are actually suffering as much as the people in the operating room. After seeing her youngest son into the operating room, Geng's mother immediately sat on the bench and began to cry.

Geng Yongzhe, who is not good at speaking and not very good at comforting others, can only quietly let his mother vent her sad emotions.

Geng's mother has been patient for a long time. When she was taking care of her youngest son in the ward, she did not dare to cry, so as not to let the sick young son think that he was going to die. If it weren'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. Her youngest son was lying in the operating room in doubt about his life or death.

"Is your brother going to be okay? Will your brother be able to walk after the operation?" Geng Ma asked, raising her red eyes and grabbing the elder son's hand.

Geng Yongzhe couldn't answer these questions for his mother. You can't talk nonsense about comforting words, especially since he himself is a medical student, he needs to be more realistic.

The success of the operation often has something to do with the patient's own luck. The specific result of the operation depends on how the tumor grows as seen by the doctor during the operation, and whether it can be cut cleanly without harming others. No matter how careful the preoperative planning of these matters is, the unexpected occurrence of black swans during the operation cannot be ruled out. It can only be said that the surgeon hopes that the patient's tumor will be as long as the pre-operative estimate than the family members.

The eldest son's expression was silent, as if he could not speak, Geng's mother's head drooped, tears rolled down her throat, and she almost burst into tears. Her youngest son's life is suffering. The problem is that her youngest son did nothing wrong and was beaten by that bastard.

"I heard people say that you want to treat her?"

When his mother finally asked about it, Geng Yongzhe's throat got stuck, and he nodded: "Yes."

Mama Geng, who looked up again, had disbelief written in her eyes and looked at the eldest son who answered "yes".