This Doctor Fang, at this mont, isn’t even as good as her, it’s like his brain is waterlogged.
Doctor Fang was glared at twice and didn’t dare to make a sound.
Being a doctor ans you can’t easily give up. What he just said out of fear, about wanting to directly hand the patient over to surgery, wasn’t quite right.
Internal dicine doctors also consider what’s best for the patient and fight for the patient until the last mont.
The people in the control room heard the words from the sterile surgical room, and everyone knew that this attempt by Jin Tianyu might decide this patient’s life or death.
Yu Xuexian’s eyebrows were solemn, and he could only continue waiting for the final outco.
Fu Xinheng gestured to Li Chengyuan, and if anything seed off, he would imdiately call the anesthesiology doctor to co down.
Li Chengyuan picked up his phone.
Xie Wanying’s eyes were fixed intently on the surgical situation on the other side of the glass, and the words in her heart rose again to her throat: She wanted to try, even if she was by herself, if she could co up with a solution through effort.
But no matter how she calculated at the mont, she couldn’t co up with a solution on her own.
"Yingying, can I help you?"
Who was talking to her? For a mont, it felt like she was having an empty dream. Because she knew Doctor Song definitely didn’t have this kind of voice.
She turned her head, and her uncertain gaze t the person speaking: Was it Student Pan?
Pan Shihua’s fair and gentle face was like a clear white moonlight, quietly emanating flexible strength. Seeing her look over, he nodded to confirm she hadn’t misheard.
"What are you saying?" Feng Yicong ca back to his senses and looked at Student Pan with surprise.
Who did this Student Pan want to help? Yingying? The female top student from Yingying’s class? No one could understand her operations.
If Student Pan could help Yingying, it would be a miracle.
Feng Yicong muttered in his heart that Student Pan was overestimating his abilities. If he wanted to volunteer, he should first consider his own competence. Even the class president, ranking second in grades, didn’t dare say this.
Yue Wentong, as a child from a doctor’s family, has always acted cautiously. Last ti he dared to say he’d help Student Xie because he had so experience in neurosurgery. He was very unfamiliar with today’s PCI, so naturally, he didn’t dare to speak; he wasn’t Student Xie, who could draw on a massive knowledge base within her to beco a dical know-it-all.
Moreover, last ti, when he assisted her in inserting a cranial drain, he almost did nothing, it was all her doing alone.
To really cooperate with her skill level, one would have to be on the sa line as her.
At this stage, only Song Xueling is there.
Yue Wentong gave Pan a aningful glance: Wanting to contribute so effort to the top student in the class out of sympathy is understandable, but with teachers here, don’t show off in front of them.
Pan Shihua’s expression suddenly beca cautious, and with the class president’s kind reminder, he noticed all the teachers and senior students were looking at him.
Yu Xuexian, Fu Xinheng, Li Chengyuan, three pairs of eyes locked onto Student Pan, their eyes all lit with curiosity: Where did this person pop up from?
It’s very normal for the teachers and senior students to not know or rember him; like in cardiothoracic surgery, he hasn’t rotated there. Only a dical student as noteworthy as Student Xie could first catch the attention of other departnt’s faculty.
Pan Shihua’s psychological pressure suddenly increased, and his fair, handso face beca a bit pale.
"What is his na?" Li Chengyuan turned to ask the others and the nurses, asking who recognized this person.
The nurse shook her head: Didn’t recognize him.
In Fu Xinheng’s cold gaze flashed a trace of displeasure: At this critical mont, whoever speaks must take full responsibility. Don’t even think a dical student can speak rashly and give random opinions, as it might affect important decisions.
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