Who is talking to him, calling him back? Chen Chengran thought, his eyelids seed to want to open a line.
Huang Zhilei approached the bedside while Little Junior Sister was speaking, picked up a flashlight, ready to check the patient’s consciousness at any mont.
"Is he waking up?" Director Zheng glanced at the patient’s face and asked, feeling a glimr of hope erging.
Li Guoxin was more cautious, only watching without starting any procedures, fearing it was just a temporary rally of the patient, his eyes glued to the numbers on the ECG monitor.
The patient’s heart rate was sowhat fast, causing the doctor to hold his breath.
They needed to hurry, Xie Wanying calculated in her mind, fearing it would be too late if they didn’t act quickly enough, afraid the abscess would burst like a breached dam. This patient had no surgical opportunity if diffuse peritonitis set in.
Everyone else wore similarly solemn expressions, focusing on the drainage tube.
"Monitor," Xie Wanying turned her head to say to Monitor Yue.
Following her instructions, Yue Wentong first slightly bent the patient’s left knee, positioning the patient onto their side, placing both hands under the patient’s left hip and left knee, assisting with exertion.
Together with the monitor, Xie Wanying slowly shifted the patient’s left side slightly to the opposite. Can’t go too far, as too much movent would press on the drainage tube, only allowing the position of the drainage tube to be as low as possible for better drainage. anwhile, her hands needed to perform other tasks on the patient’s abdon. She feared she couldn’t manage it alone.
Yue Wentong imdiately stepped in to stabilize the patient’s position in her place.
Xie Wanying thought to herself: It’s fortunate that the monitor could help, the monitor is indeed a great support for the entire class.
The surrounding onlookers saw the trio’s busy actions appear a bit chaotic, inevitably worrying: Can these few really handle it?
All results depended on that mont when Pan Shihua’s gloved hands gripped and twisted the patient’s drainage tube.
Doctor Jiang felt his heartbeat about to leap out of his chest at that mont.
He repeatedly advised the student to be slow and gentle, but just now, it seed the other party’s speed was sowhat abrupt.
What the—?
Too gentle and slow won’t do. The tube already felt sowhat stuck. A surgeon isn’t called a butcher just for wielding a scalpel, but also for cutting decisively.
This is distinctly different from internal dicine students. Imagine if the soft-spoken Li Qi’an were to pull, his hand would probably tremble for half a day, claiming to exert force but actually hesitating, afraid to really apply strength, lacking a certain ruthlessness. Students daring to pursue surgery must be sowhat ruthless, regardless of appearing warm or not.
Even though she, Xie Wanying, was said to be gentle, she could wield the scalpel with the sa decisiveness. This move by Student Pan didn’t exceed her expectations. Previously during an interventional surgery collaboration, she realized Student Pan wasn’t from the gentle school when it ca to action, even if his speech was relatively mild.
Only others would be quite shocked.
The crowd around was speculating whether that forceful pull would spell doom for the patient.
Li Guoxin’s eyes quickly scanned the numbers on the monitor: Fortunately, fortunately, the patient’s heart rate didn’t imdiately drop to zero.
"How much did you pull out?" Director Zheng raised his voice to ask.
Don’t think that just because a doctor is strong, the tube can definitely be pulled out. That’s a huge misunderstanding. The tube could possibly break directly inside the patient’s abdominal cavity. Ponder this, when sothing is pressed down by a heavy stone or constrained, wouldn’t a forceful tug might break a rubber band instead of pulling it out, with one end snapping back to the other side?
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