Chapter 3787 【3787】Touch the Probability

Putting on a stethoscope, Mr. Zhang listened to the patient's heart and lungs after surgery, and then observed the numbers displayed on the instrument. Finally, he turned around and looked back at the wounded man's newly reattached severed finger. His scheming little gray eyes shone like stars in the night.

Don't act too hastily. Whether the injured person's operation is ultimately successful requires observation for a period of time after the operation to make a conclusion. Of course, the experience and medical talent of the big brother are incomparable with ordinary people. You can make a preliminary judgment on the outcome of the operation based on the current situation.

For this reason, Zhang Huayao's eyes matched Ren Zhelun's.

I had not been at the surgery site before and had not seen the surgery process, so I could only ask the person who performed the surgery for confirmation. It is most appropriate to ask Ren Zhelun. He is the closest and has the clearest observation of the whole process.

When their eyes met, a code flashed through their eyes like lightning and thunder.

Brother Zhang: Did you see how she hurt the blood vessels?

Mr. Ren: Yes. Your judgment is correct.

What's the answer?

The thing that Laoyoutiao Junior Sister is probably very good at is her blood vessels.

For a surgeon, especially a cardiac surgeon who is responsible for the human circulatory system, it is very important to perform surgery to ensure the smoothness and balance of blood flow in blood vessels. Whether this aspect is done well or not can tell how capable a cardiac surgeon is.

Um. Mr. Zhang could tell that the blood vessels were well connected through the condition of the injured person's heart, lungs and fingers after surgery.

The two bosses looked at each other anxiously because tonight's accident made it seem like they could inadvertently sense the success rate of the upcoming robotic surgery.

Putting down his stethoscope, Mr. Zhang raised his arms and waved to a group of people: "Let's go have supper, I'll treat you."

Following Leader Zhang's order, the hospital cafeteria chef had already prepared midnight snacks and sent someone to the emergency department at a speed comparable to that of doctors in an emergency.

Dr. Li Shunkang sent a student to work with anesthetist Dr. Tang and nurses to escort the post-operative patients to the ICU.

Young people like Xie Wanying have to make up medical orders and write surgical records next.

"Go to work after eating." Mr. Zhang said to the young people.

Eat a supper for ten or twenty minutes, if you don't waste time, the most important thing is to save people.

Xie Wanying raised her hand and reported to the leader: "I'm going to visit the students first."

"Students?" Mr. Zhang might not have reacted, and there was a question mark in his eyes, wondering if there were any students following her when she was not on duty tonight.

Xie Wanying blinked twice and reported to the leader: Your nephew.

(Zhang Shuping: It's over, my uncle must have seen Dr. Xie's operation so successful, his brain was too excited, and he forgot me in the back of his head.)

He could imagine the black line in his nephew's heart, Mr. Zhang didn't dare to say no, and asked her to go find someone.

At this point, Xie Wanying parted ways with the others and walked alone to find the students. On the way, she took out her mobile phone, ready to call Luo Xiaomei.

It is one of the doctor's responsibilities to inform the patient's family members of the patient's injury in a timely manner. It's just that I was busy rescuing patients before and didn't have time. Once I have time, I must do this important thing in accordance with the law.

Thinking of the death of both parents of the brother and sister, only each other is left to support each other, and as a result, things went wrong again and again. Xie Wanying's heart is heavy. If you see more in the clinic, you will find that the difficulties of poor families are often more likely to be unlucky than the rich.

Walk with your head down.

A roar came from behind: "What's the phone number?"

It was Senior Brother Ren's voice.

Stopping her feet, Xie Wanying turned around to confirm whose phone number Senior Brother Ren wanted from her.