"Lao Cui, tell me what Boss Zheng did that day." Lao He struggled out of his fear and panic. He forced a smile and began to get to the point.
But just as he opened his mouth to speak, he was so aggrieved that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
But Lao He knew that it was useless to panic.
He had to fight for the future himself. He began to pay attention to Boss Zheng's anesthesia level.
In fact, Lao He himself had a judgment of Boss Zheng's anesthesia level. He even knew something as' unpopular 'as extracorporeal circulation like the back of his hand. His anesthesia level must be very high.
Moreover, Director Xu from the Department of Anesthesiology was highly skilled, right? During emergency treatment for a patient with malignant high fever, Chief Xu squatted beside the urine bag to check the patient's urine output.
With Head Xu's temper, would he be so well-behaved if it wasn't for his superior skills? He would have sent the person who was pointing fingers flying with a kick.
However, Lao He was very curious about how high Boss Zheng's anesthesia level was.
Perhaps everything he showed off was nothing in Boss Zheng's eyes, and he was like a gorilla in the zoo, foolishly pretending to be ugly and obedient.
"The patient's airway has some abnormalities. This kind of patient is common. I was very careful with the intubation, but I didn't expect it to be inserted into the trachea." Cui Zhiying said, "I wasn't sure at the time. When Boss Zheng came in, he pushed me to the side, unplugged the ventilator, started artificial respiration, and asked for a fiberoptic bronchoscope."
Lao He could imagine this process.
Boss Zheng looked gentle, but that was normal. During the rescue, he was as violent as a lion. In the operating theater, he was the only king, and no one was allowed to challenge his authority.
Lao He didn't say anything and just looked at Cui Zhiying quietly.
The cigarette in his hand burned silently. He was guessing when Boss Zheng would intubate the trachea with a fiberoptic bronchoscope.
As an anesthesiologist, there are two important tasks — tracheal intubation and understanding of machines and drug dosage.
The duration of tracheal intubation was a clear indicator of an anesthesiologist's skill level.
As for the control of the dosage, that was another matter.
What Lao He wanted to do now was to look at the leopard through a tube. He had to understand Boss Zheng's level so that he would know what he should do.
"I ran to get the things. Boss Zheng quickly put the tracheal intubation in," Cui Zhiying said.
Lao He was scared.
After listening for such a long time, he almost scared himself to death. He only heard the words' quick and efficient '?
Wasn't this nonsense?
"Old Cui, how long did Boss Zheng take to get in?" Lao He asked.
"Uh …" Cui Zhiying paused.
"You were too nervous at the time and forgot?" Lao He gave a reasonable explanation.
"No, it's just that I think my eyes are playing tricks on me." Cui Zhiying lowered her head in embarrassment.
"Are you seeing things?" Lao He asked in surprise.
"Yes, I saw Boss Zheng's eyes looking at the mirror. He immediately put the fiberoptic bronchoscope in and began to intubate. It didn't take more than 10 seconds," Cui Zhiying said. "That's definitely impossible, so I think my eyes are playing tricks on me."
Ten seconds? It wasn't even f * cking time!
Lao He was speechless. He felt a little cold.
You're a doctor from the General Surgery Department. You should just focus on performing general surgeries. Why did you learn anesthesia so well?
Lao He was wailing in his heart!
Things that he couldn't understand in the past were now explained in Lao He's heart.
No wonder he insisted on using a pair of twin sisters as anesthesiologists regardless of their level.
It turned out that Boss Zheng's level was extremely high. He did not care what the anesthesiologist did at all. As long as he was obedient, it would be enough.
No matter what the unexpected situation was, with Boss Zheng around, it would be solved and nothing would happen.
Yes, he was that confident.
What Boss Zheng wanted was obedience. He just had to work honestly and not force himself during the emergency treatment.
A pair of obedient twin sisters … When he thought of this, Lao He's heart gradually turned into ice.
His opponent was definitely not the beautiful twin sisters, but the almost omnipotent Boss Zheng!
Lao He was about to cry.
What should he do? Did he want his anesthesia level to surpass Boss Zheng? In the past, he might have understood it this way, but after listening to Cui Zhiying, Lao He knew that Boss Zheng's anesthesia level was several times higher than his.
In less than 10 seconds, a tracheal intubation with a deformed airway was inserted. This level … Not to mention him, even Chief Xu, or even all the experts he had seen in his life could not do it.
It was not completely impossible. When he practiced with the dummies, there might occasionally be such coincidences.
However, in the emergency treatment, the adrenaline in the body soared, and there might not be one in a hundred people who could remain absolutely calm.
What could be done usually, at least in actual combat, would have to be discounted.
One had to know that at that time, he was facing a patient who was about to die, not a training dummy.
With this level … Lao He almost spat out a mouthful of blood on Cui Zhiying.
"Lao He, I really envy you." Cui Zhiying finished smoking, opened the window, and said with a bitter smile, "Follow Boss Zheng well. I'm going to watch the surgery."
Lao He did not send him off, but he felt bitter in his heart.
In less than 10 seconds, the tracheal intubation was inserted. It was still a patient with an airway deformity.
With this level, what could he do?
As he thought about it, he was a little depressed.
However, Lao He had been a salted fish for his entire life. If he did not have a bit of optimism, he would have jumped off a building and committed suicide long ago.
Boss Zheng was awesome. That was for sure. Otherwise, why would he want to cling to his thigh?
However, Boss Zheng was awesome, so it did not affect his performance. With him around, he could save himself some trouble, so why not?
Even if they were twin beautiful sisters … it did not matter if the obedient twin beautiful sisters came. They were in charge of being eye-pleasing, and he was in charge of running around and doing the work.
Although they did not have to do any work at all, they might even get more than him. However, as long as he had a seat, it did not matter if it was a business seat or a first-class seat. A standing ticket was enough.
Thinking of this, Lao He became happy.
With his level, it should not be a problem for him to get a standing ticket. Look at today, Boss Zheng took the initiative to call to ask him about the truth. This was a good start.
It should be considered good that he solved it himself. He could at least get 7 points.
As Lao He thought about it, he pulled out the chat records. Because there might not be people in the group at all times, during this period of time, two anesthetists also said that they had encountered similar situations.
After adding them as friends, Lao He began to consult them in detail. He also began to log on to the New England English website to search for related content.
As long as Boss Zheng needed it, he would complete a complete set of information like writing a doctoral thesis.
A smile appeared on Lao He's lips. His hair was white, but his entire person was full of energy. It was as if he was twenty years younger, back to the era when he graduated from his doctorate.
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