The nurse anesthetist and interns from the Department of Anesthesiology carried baskets of drugs to the operating theater and continuously prepared all kinds of drugs for emergency use. Some were placed in the refrigerator, some in the medicine cabinet, and some were placed by their hands. The busy figures were like a few dogs throwing bones everywhere, and their hair seemed to be standing on end.
Boxes of syringes were piled up in several corners of the operating theater in a seemingly messy manner, as if they were ammunition boxes used in positional warfare.
The placement of drugs on TV was quite beautiful, and sometimes, it was also simple. In a real hospital, this kind of thing depended on whether there was someone who was particular about it.
There were orderly anesthetists, and there were sloppy anesthetists. Most of them were operating theaters where the anesthetists could not manage, the surgical nurses were too lazy to manage, and the head nurse was not present. The surgical instruments and other things inside were usually in order, but the drugs and instruments were not.
Especially during the preparation stage, it was the world of interns. Regardless of whether it was the intern anesthetists or the intern surgical nurses, they all faced the same problem. 'What is this?'
The equipment that might be used in the surgery, such as the equipment for extracorporeal circulation, the equipment for autologous recovery, and so on, were all piled up in the corners of the operating theater without much care. When the surgery began, these equipment would be casually pulled to the side like donkeys, tied to wires, covered with coats, worked quietly, and left after they were done.
If one imagined himself as an anesthetist or an extracorporeal circulation technician, these extracorporeal circulation equipment and autologous recovery equipment were equivalent to the computer box beside the players. Of course, they were limited to certain positions, but as long as there were wheels under the chassis, they would inevitably be led around, just like an unclaimed intern. Sometimes, it was not because there was work to be done, but because it was to train it.
"Cardiovascular surgeries are really gorgeous. Even the preoperative preparations are so lively. " Standing in the visitation room, the associate director of the General Surgery Department who came with Wei Jiayou could not help but praise and also tried to lighten the atmosphere in the visitation room.
A few doctors from different departments were in a small room, and it was like putting several breeds of dogs in a cage. The better the atmosphere, the better it was for everyone.
After all, Wei Jiayou was young, and he was the kind of person who was younger and fiercer. He ignored the associate director of the General Surgery Department's act of goodwill and said faintly, "Cardiovascular surgeries are the most testing of leadership. If preoperative preparations can be like this, it will be troublesome during the surgery. At that time, if we can't get any medicine, it will be a medical mistake. "
"Those below should be interns. There will be senior nurses and anesthetists participating in the surgery."
"Shouldn't we keep an eye on the interns? They're like ticking time bombs during surgery." Wei Jiayou bluntly picked on the patient's mistakes. It was mainly because he had performed too many similar surgeries, so he could pick out the mistakes just by looking at them.
Everyone in the visitation room turned to look at him.
"Which hospital are you from? Why are you panting here?" a doctor immediately asked.
Wei Jiayou smiled and was about to sign up.
The associate chief physician coughed and said, "This is Academician Di's disciple, Doctor Wei."
Everyone might not know who Academician Di was, but the title of "academician" was very clear to them. The few doctors from Yun Hua Hospital in the visitation room immediately stopped talking. If he wanted to boast shamelessly, then so be it. The title of academician's disciple was enough.
Wei Jiayou looked at the expressions on everyone's faces, but he didn't feel happy at all. The title of "Academician Di's disciple" was not a compliment to him.
"I'm analyzing it from a technical point of view. Cardiovascular surgeries are extraordinarily dangerous, so stricter rules and regulations are needed to ensure safety. It's best not to use these interns. Senior nurses and senior anesthetists will be better able to ensure safety from the start to the end … "Wei Jiayou spoke frankly with assurance, and he sounded like he was teaching people how to do things.
Everyone listened with a smile. They pretended to look at the operating theater below them, and they did not even bother to turn around.
The associate chief physician of the General Surgery Department was also not very comfortable. When Wei Jiayou found a gap in his speech, he faked a smile and said, "Doctor Wei, in Yun Hua Hospital, surgery preparation is still a relatively separate part. We have to take care of both manpower and efficiency."
"Hmm, I can understand." Wei Jiayou also laughed. He was just a little embarrassed. When it came to preoperative preparations and other things, it was impossible for them to be the best.
In fact, performing imperfect surgeries under imperfect conditions was the most common situation in the surgical operating theater.
It was fine if the young anesthetist that he liked was not around, and he was replaced by a greasy middle-aged man who took his time to administer medicine. If the young nurse that he liked was also not around, the one who went on stage would probably be a nurse who was in a hurry to pick up her child from cram school. At this time, it was nonsense to ask for a perfect goal in the operating theater and the self-expectations of an elite.
All kinds of emotions echoed in Wei Jiayou's mind. When he looked at the preparation work downstairs, he felt even more disdainful.
Cardiovascular surgeries were not something that could be done with only the skills of the doctors. They also needed overall cooperation and the cooperation of multiple departments. Why were hospitals nowadays unwilling to carry out cardiovascular surgeries? The main reason was that they did not earn much money, but the complicated skills and extremely high requirements of cooperation were also very important factors.
In short, it was not profitable, and it was difficult.
However, this was only from the perspective of general surgeons. For geniuses who wanted to challenge themselves, earning money was one thing, but whether it was valuable and interesting was more important.
Wei Jiayou pursed his lips and thought, 'With the level of cooperation in Yun Hua Hospital, Ling Ran will probably need a few years to form a team.'
* Shick. *
The door of the operating theater opened.
Two groups of people walked into the operating theater in an orderly manner under Ling Ran's lead.
Wei Jiayou could not help but be shocked.
The orderly pace of the doctors on TV was just as perfunctory in reality. It would be fine if Ling Ran was only leading young doctors, but if he could lead middle-aged doctors from different departments in an orderly manner as well, it showed just how high Ling Ran's status was.
'Or could this be called leadership?'
Wei Jiayou suddenly thought of this term, and he fidgeted uneasily.
He still had a long way to go before he inherited the department, and when he was on this road, his control over the doctors in the same field would naturally be at its weakest.
"Ling Ran is destined to inherit the Emergency Medical Center, right?" Wei Jiayou suddenly said.
The associate chief physician of the General Surgery Department was stunned for a moment, but he nodded without hesitation.
He was not the only one. The doctors in the visitation room nodded subconsciously.
For everyone in Yun Hua Hospital, it was almost a consensus that Ling Ran would inherit Huo Congjun's position. Even Huo Congjun himself had never hidden his preference.
As for the other associate chief physicians and chief physicians in the Emergency Medical Center, they naturally thought about it, but they did not resist it.
Wei Jiayou snorted and thought, 'What a lucky guy.'
"Let's start." Ling Ran, who was downstairs, had already announced the start of the surgery.
The doctors and nurses entered the established operating procedure, and from then on, the operating theater began to be orderly.
"Anesthetist?" Ling Ran waited for a moment and looked at the anesthetist on the right.
"No problem." Although the anesthetist on duty today was middle-aged, he was quite proactive.
He was Ling Ran's assistant because being proactive was the way to survive.
Wei Jiayou observed from top to bottom, and he also found that Ling Ran's influence was amazing. At this time, a new thought rose in his mind. 'Skills and cooperation are only supplementary. In the end, it's still about good medical skills.'
When he thought of this, Wei Jiayou calmed down again.
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