Wang Zhiquan's eyes were staring at the live broadcast of the TV. His face was blushing and white with redness.

The game ends in a few minutes, and now the score on the field is the German team leading the way.

There must be a chance, certain!

The South Korean team created too many miracles this World Cup. Didn’t the match against Italy equalize the score in the last few minutes, and then eliminate Italy with the help of the referee?

How could a small German team, the weakest German team in history, block the luxury of 11+3... No, it is a luxury lineup.

Wang Zhiquan tried hard to convince himself, but he didn't even believe these words.

It is hard to say that the referee in this game is biased towards the Korean team. Compared with the previous games, the referee is more fair and objective, and finally returned to the state he should have.

If there is no 11+3 lineup, can the score be equalized with the hard work of the Korean team members on the field? Wang Zhiquan didn't believe it very much, but he couldn't believe it.

For financial freedom, Wang Zhiquan suppressed everything he had.

He was already blinded by a huge victory at that time, and he just wanted to win another game and then stopped. He would not want to lose.

Especially after seeing the sports lottery tickets that Zhou Congwen bought by Boss Chunxiao, who had been amazed by him, Wang Zhiquan did not hesitate.

But now,

He has begun to regret it.

...

...

Wang Chengfa did not miss the investigation, but he still felt a little worried when he saw Zhou Congwen staring at the monitor.

But you can’t just leave the patient on the operating table just because of the “strange” behavior of a young doctor under him.

"Guan." Wang Cheng said in a deep voice, "Xiao Liu, be ready to wake up."

"Wait." Zhou Congwen interrupted Wang Chengfa's words in a deep voice.

Sure enough, what is coming is coming.

Wang Chengfa felt sick, but subconsciously told him that there must be something wrong, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

In an instant, Wang Chengfa felt that his body secreted a large amount of hormones, and the electrophysiological stimulation of the heart caused abnormality in the bundle branch conduction.

"Brother Liu, why is the patient's blood pressure so low?" Zhou Congwen asked.

The anesthesiologist was silent, and he was also observing the patient's blood pressure. According to the saying that after obstetric hemostasis was given so much fluid, the blood pressure should rise in progress.

But the fact is exactly the opposite - the patient's blood pressure does not rise but falls.

Although the drop is not fast, the value is there.

"I said keep it..." Wang Chengfa glared at Zhou Congwen, but what was greeted was not the timid gaze of the little doctor and the immediately bowed his head.

A pair of bright and clear but full of pressure looked at Wang Chengfa.

Wang Chengfa swallowed all the rest of his words.

"The situation is wrong, I suggest waiting for a while before waking up." Zhou Congwen said calmly.

“…”

If it weren't for the idea of ​​sterility, Shen Lang would almost stuff his head into the sterile sheet.

What's wrong with Zhou Congwen!

Is he picking on Director Wang’s fault? But if he is reasonable, what kind of storm will he face in the future if he doesn’t understand?

Just now, Director Wang Chengfa, the chest cavity checked twice carefully. Shen Lang could confirm that there was no bleeding or air leakage in the chest cavity.

Zhou Congwen is afraid that this time he will encounter a solid wall.

Just when Shen Lang felt embarrassed, Zhou Congwen said lightly, "Brother Liu, I will tell you about your medication. Do you see if there are any mistakes?"

The anesthesiologist was stunned.

You can tell me the medicine by yourself, but how could a surgeon just say it? Just kidding.

"Supfentanil 30μg, etomidate 15mg, rocuronium 40mg, was successfully inserted into the Robertshaw left double-cavity bronchial catheter, 35F, depth 27 cm."

"..." The anesthesiologist stared at Zhou Congwen in a daze.

Not to mention anything else, Zhou Congwen actually remembers everything from induction anesthesia to intubation? He even knows the god of intubation?

Why is he doing so cautiously?! The anesthesiologist was surprised.

That's not right. Even if you think about it yourself, you have to look through the anesthesia record sheet and you can't remember it.

"You gave propofol 2-4mg·kg-1·h-1, remifentanil 0.1-0.2μg·kg-1·min-1, and continued intravenous infusion with 1.5% sevoflurane combined inhalation, and 10mg of rocuronium bromide."

Wang Chengfa felt cold in his heart.

He can understand things that anesthesiologists can't understand.

Zhou Congwen moved out of the dormitory and rented a house. Last year, Wang Qiang made a mistake in treatment and left the patient in his chest as a neighbor.

Every time I encounter something, I will write the medical record without missing and ask myself to sign it.

He did not leave the key signature form in the medical record clip at all, and locked it directly into the cabinet. Even Wang Chengfa suspected that Zhou Congwen did not have it in the cabinet, and he took those important signature form home to "properly" keep it.

Who are you guarding against? Who are you planning to deal with?

Wang Chengfa knew it was definitely him!

Now, my guess is correct, otherwise why a surgeon would be so concerned about what an anesthesiologist is doing!

This little boy must be careful and beware of him!

However, the operation was very beautiful. I checked twice but it was fine. It was not that easy to cause trouble for myself.

Wang Chengfa glanced at Zhou Congwen and thought coldly in his heart.

"Brother Liu, when asked whether Director Wang's operation was successful or not, he found that the patient's blood pressure continued to drop slowly, because Director Wang said that the operation was smooth, so you could not find the reason.

Next, quickly rehydrate, intermittent injection of 2 mg methoxylate and 2 μg kg-1·min-1 continuous infusion of intravenous fluids."

"But the blood pressure still can't be stable."

"I feel that the patient has active bleeding, so it's best not to wake up first, and ask for consultation on the ultrasound stage to see if there is any liquid dark area."

"Shut up!" Wang Chengfa interrupted Zhou Congwen and said coldly, "Are you a director or a craftsman? Listen to you or me!"

Zhou Congwen narrowed his eyes.

"I am not the director or the surgeon, but please consider it, Director Wang, you have no problem with the anesthesiologist taking medicine, and his blood pressure did not increase after a lot of fluid replenishment. Don't you think something is wrong?"

"Close!" Wang Chengfa recalled the process of exploring his chest cavity again, and said resolutely.

Anesthesiologists tend to say that Zhou Congwen is very fond of.

Questions that cannot be explained reasonably must have answers. Although the chest cavity should be fine, there must be explanations for the continuous decline in blood pressure.

"The blood and energy were measured during the operation, right?" Zhou Congwen asked.

The anesthesiologist nodded quickly, "Hb76g/L, Hct23.7%.

"Test another one, Brother Liu." Zhou Congwen said, "This is safer."

The anesthesiologist drew blood to measure blood and energy. At the same time, Wang Chengfa was closing his chest, and Zhou Congwen was still looking at the monitor screen in a strange posture.

Thoracoscopic surgery was used to close the chest quickly. Wang Cheng brushed a few needles to sew a 2cm incision into the hair, and left a closed chest drainage.

But is it really okay? Wang Chengfa was also nervous.

...

...

The final whistle sounded, and the score of 1:0 remained until the final game.

Wang Zhiquan's face was ashes.
Chapter completed!