"I'm fine," Chief Miao said.
"Chief, can you help me take a look?" Chief Liu said in a low voice. "The patient's condition is stable now, but I'm still worried …"
"Okay." Chief Miao agreed without hesitation, as if he was still the chief of the Department of Genitourinary Surgery of 912.
After hearing Chief Miao agree, Chief Liu felt relieved.
After hanging up the video, Chief Liu looked at the patient lying on the operating table in a stable state and let out a long sigh.
Those few minutes just now were really scary.
Chief Liu subconsciously asked Chief Miao to call him. This was just an impression, an idea, and a consciousness that had been left in his heart for many years.
He had to look for Chief Miao when he could not make a good judgment. Although this idea gradually faded with Chief Miao's retirement, at that critical moment, Chief Liu still seemed to have grasped the last …
Was it straw or a blade? Chief Liu was stunned for a moment.
After the rescue was successful, reality returned to him. What if Chief Miao took the opportunity to make a comeback? This question appeared in Chief Liu's mind. Once he thought of it, he could not erase it.
At that time, Chief Miao left the familiar department because of the jumping off the building. This was an accident that no one expected.
When there was no leader, Chief Liu seized the opportunity. He did not fall into endless pain. Instead, he immediately occupied the position of acting chief through various channels.
Originally, he regarded Chief Miao as his biggest opponent. At that time, Chief Liu was only the acting chief. He knew that as long as Chief Miao recovered and returned, this chief's dream would be broken.
However, the heavens followed his wishes. Chief Miao was disheartened and unexpectedly chose to retire directly.
However, Chief Liu's position was not stable. In a moment of timidity, the patient suddenly appeared in a state that he did not understand and was on the verge of death. Chief Liu subconsciously grabbed the last blade.
Now that he thought about it, the patient should be fine, but what about him?
Chief Liu was a little confused.
Logically speaking, Chief Miao should have retired, but once he was rehired, would the few professors who were originally under his control surround Chief Miao and go against him?
These scheming thoughts flashed through Chief Liu's mind.
However, he could not think so much. Chief Liu sat on a stool in the corner of the operating theater in a daze. For a moment, he could not think of anything else in the emergency treatment. In an instant, he returned to the reality of mutual deception. Chief Liu felt that his mind was a little confused.
Although the patient's condition was stable, he only knew a little about the gas embolism. He did not know what kind of complications there would be in the future.
Forget it, he might as well wait for Chief Miao to come back and talk about it.
Director Liu was a little annoyed. Actually, being a professor was not bad. At least there was no pressure. It was better for him to do freelance surgeries on the weekends and eat hard to earn some money than to live in fear in the department.
"Director Liu, what should we do next?" Lao He looked at the patient lying on the operating table, then looked at Director Liu and asked.
"Let's wait for a while. Let's wait for Chief Miao to come," Chief Liu said.
Lao He smiled. There were some people who were suitable to be the director and some who were not. This Director Liu was one of those who were not suitable. He wasn't thick-skinned enough, and his heart wasn't black enough. He wasn't a good person in the traditional sense.
Forget it, this matter has nothing to do with me. Anyway, Boss Zheng remembered him at the critical moment. Brother Yun called him, which once again proved his position in the medical team.
It was quite good to be able to quietly stay by Boss Zheng's side as a specialized anesthesiologist. Lao He took out the USB drive from his pocket and plugged it into the USB port.
He was also the kind of person who was not born to be a leader. It was better to study the business and follow Boss Zheng.
Lao He understood that if Chief Xu gave him the position of deputy chief, he would just take it. However, he could only do nothing. It was enough for him to have the title of deputy chief.
As the song "Good Luck Comes" sounded, Lao He gradually became happy.
In the beginning, he was also a little resistant to this song. It was enough to listen to it once or twice. He had to listen to it for every surgery, and he would soon get tired of it.
However, after the incident with the red wedding dress, no matter how Lao He listened to it, he felt that it sounded good. It was simply a special background music for surgery. There was no music more suitable than it.
Until now, if he did not listen to this song, he would not feel like he was performing surgery on stage. Even if he was not on the same stage as Boss Zheng, Lao He was used to playing good luck on loop.
Sitting in front of the operating table, Lao He looked at the anesthesiologist, then at the patient's ECG monitoring and ventilator. Then, he said, "Little Xiu, stop the pure oxygen. The concentration will drop."
"Oh!" The anesthesiologist immediately followed Lao He's instructions.
"Lao He, do you think there's cerebral hypoxia?" the anesthesiologist asked.
"I don't think so. Didn't you keep resuscitating him when there was a problem? I took a look at the medicine used for resuscitation and thought that there wouldn't be any problems, "Lao He said with a smile.
"There's a gas embolism in the left ventricle. Will it form a cerebral infarction?" The anesthesiologist timidly asked a sharp question.
This question was like a hammer that hit Chief Liu's heart.
"I don't think so. I just took a brief look at the patient's reflex. The embolism hasn't reached the brain yet. Chief Miao and Boss Zheng will know when they come. "Lao He expressed his thoughts, but he was determined not to take responsibility.
"I was scared to death." The anesthesiologist sat on a round stool beside the operating table and said while panting heavily, "Fortunately, Chief Liu decided quickly and called Chief Miao immediately."
Lao He looked at the anesthesiologist and knew that he was also a little confused. Could he say such words in front of Chief Liu?
He looked at Chief Liu again and saw that he was absent-mindedly sitting in the corner of the room. He did not know what he was thinking, so he smiled and changed the topic.
"Do you know why I'm willing to listen to this song?"
"Huh?" The anesthesiologist was stunned for a moment. Lao He's change of topic was very stiff, and he did not understand it for a moment.
"When Boss Zheng performs surgery, there's a special background music. Although I don't think Boss Zheng listens to songs at all, Boss Zheng never makes mistakes during surgery. Listening to this song is really evil! "Lao He said with a smile." I recommend it! "
"Uh …" The anesthesiologist was stunned for a moment. He carefully listened to the cheerful music of good luck. That was indeed the case. During surgery, whether it was the patient, the patient's family, the doctor, or the nurse, they all wanted a good lip service.
Just by having a good lip service, Good Luck would directly be selected.
"I'll play it next time too. Lao He, I'll make a copy of your USB drive later," the anesthesiologist said.
"Go online and download it yourself. This is exclusive to Boss Zheng," Lao He said.
After chatting for a while, the atmosphere in the operating theater gradually relaxed.
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