"Sister Seo!" Xin Yanjun’s voice called out from the phone.
Everyone’s hearts were all hanging high.
Cao Yong’s expression grew solemn.
"How is it!" Li Chengyuan couldn’t hold back, asking the person on the other side.
There was no response from the other side; it was a critical mont. With her left hand steadying her right, Xie Wanying removed the mandrel from the puncture needle and attached a syringe. Upon aspiration, it was blood, but not bright red blood—rather, it was cerebrospinal fluid mixed with clotted blood.
Seeing this, Xin Yanjun and Yue Wentong were overjoyed, as it at least confird the puncture was successful.
"Sister Seo, Sister Seo." Xin Yanjun continued to shout her colleague’s na loudly, glancing back to see hints of recovery in respiration and heart rate on the ECG monitor, giving the doctors a glimr of hope.
Xiao Yang adjusted his glasses: Did they actually succeed?
Turning back, they saw Doctor Wang leap out from the corner. Doctor Wang’s eyes seed as if he wanted to devour Xie Wanying’s hands: How—how—how did she manage it?
It was supposed to be a hematoma puncture guided by CT imaging, but the usual procedure involved the doctor analyzing the CT scans to determine the cerebral plane of the hematoma, scrutinizing the location carefully. It seed Xie Wanying hadn’t perford these actions. As a specialist, he felt she was rely engaging in theoretical posturing, expected to fail as a re dical student brushing up on theory.
There was so asurent, before Teacher Xin made the incision, she and the monitor had been asuring all along.
Yet, like Xiao Yang doubted her, believing their actions to be re parroting—their priority was urgency, with her and the monitor moving relatively quicker.
How quick, perhaps other doctors might spend ages deliberating over the CT scans. This was an ergency; she could only mark out the most crucial cranial anatomy lines, and once Monitor Yue confird, she directly determined the puncture site based on the three-dinsional image in her mind.
Yue Wentong, on the contrary, sowhat understood the outsiders’ perspective. When he first encountered her, he shared the sa opinions as Doctor Wang and others, thinking such positioning to be abruptly reckless, without any thod, seemingly chaotic.
According to the senior brothers, her most terrifying ability was not rely her brain’s calculations, but rather the perfect alignnt of her ntal images with the patient’s physical anatomy for precise direct localization.
Xiao Yang’s earlier speculation wasn’t mistaken; typically, doctors groped like blind people, with apprehension in their hearts, asuring repeatedly on the skull, estimating again and again, finally depending on the success through repeated failures and over ti, the experience becoming exceptionally crucial. However, she was different. Her capacity for three-dinsional localization and speed didn’t rely heavily on experience—it was a talent, thus unexpected.
Beep beep beep, the phone rang.
Doctor Wang picked up the phone and saw the caller ID: Oh, it’s Director Tang?
"Doctor Wang, how’s the wounded?" Director Tang asked from the other side.
Doctor Wang was puzzled, wasn’t the leader supposed to have the injured transferred to another hospital? Why call again to ask.
"I’m currently on my way back to the hospital." Director Tang ntioned why he was calling and where he was. After hanging up, he thought, at the very least, it was a colleague in distress; he should be at the hospital for the rescue to avoid gossip that he even left a fellow colleague to die without helping. But, based on his experience, he concluded that this wounded person surely wouldn’t hold on until his return.
It was unexpected for Doctor Wang that the leader intended to return to the hospital to rescue the injured.
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