"I'm sure I don't need a ventilator to blow for two days?" asked the anesthesiologist kindly.

"No, my judgment is that the patient will be able to sit up early tomorrow morning."

"..." The anesthesiologist didn't know how to describe Zhou Congwen's words.

When pushing the operating room, the patient's chest cavity was wide open. Not to mention anything else, just an infection problem is enough to have a headache. But he means that the patient can sit up early in the morning, which is not...

If it weren't for Zhou Congwen's extraordinary performance today and waiting for the patient to wake up when he was idle, he would have to say a few words to him.

"Brother Zhou, you are amazing. Usually when I see Director Wang stepping down, Wang Qiang has stitched and knotted, you can only cut the thread. I didn't expect that you did the surgery so well. How did you practice it?"

"Dani, you don't understand. Cleaving threads is a technical job. If you can cut the threads, you can do this surgery without any effort. Do you think Director Wang is dedicated to cultivating Wang Qiang? Let me tell you that he has left me the most training job."

The operation went smoothly and the patient was in a stable condition. Zhou Congwen was also a little happy and began to talk nonsense.

"Tsk, you're just talking nonsense." The instrument nurse of course knew that Zhou Congwen was just talking about jokes. Such words were not serious at first, and they could not think about them with their brains, otherwise they would reduce their IQ.

"Or what if you can give me a reasonable explanation?"

"Zhou, are you practicing secretly at home?" The anesthesiologist had met many surgeons and asked with a smile.

"Well, when we graduated, our teacher gave me a general teacher, and I have the opportunity to practice every day."

“…”

There was a general teacher at home. Although the anesthesiologist knew that Zhou Congwen was joking, his hair was still almost standing up.

This Xiao Zhou really has no way to communicate with him.

It doesn't matter if he drives or something. Every word he says goes out of the sky, with no trace of it. Even if he wants to joke with him, he can't do it.

Zhou Congwen didn't think about joking. After bandaging the incision with dressing, he squatted down to observe the chest vial.

"Zhou, are you worried too?"

"I still have to see it. No matter how confident I am, there is a probability problem in our medical industry." Zhou Congwen focused on looking at the drainage fluid in the chest tube and said casually.

After 2 minutes, the patient woke up.

"Let's go!" the anesthesiologist pulled out the tracheal intubation and suction tube together and said happily.

A "huge" operation ended in less than an hour, which is a good thing for the anesthesiologists working on the front line.

Wouldn't it be nice to read books while lying down? If possible, who would be willing to squat in the operating room to see patients?

When I was sending the patient out of the operating room, the anesthesiologist was startled by the crowd outside.

Dozens of people were standing outside the operating room, but they were silent, and a solemn spirit arose.

"Borrow it, and someone comes to ask for an elevator." Zhou Congwen used to directing the patient's family.

"Doctor, how about it?"

"Is Xiao Liao okay?"

"Can you live? Do you still have to go to the provincial capital?"

Zhou Congwen glanced at the waiting crowd and saw that most of them were wearing uniforms and knew they were colleagues from the patient unit. He said in a deep voice, "I won't explain each one. I'll ask your leaders and the patients' families to step down later. I'll tell you one by one."

The anesthesiologist sincerely sighed that Dr. Xiao Zhou was usually depressed and didn't say a word. Unexpectedly, he was a talented person. Once he had the chance, he was as majestic as an old doctor for many years.

When the elevator was opened, the crowd separated the road like a tide.

Zhou Congwen sent the patient back to the small thoracic monitoring room. He did not rush to communicate with the patient's family first, but turned on the ventilator, debugged various parameters, and asked the anesthesiologist to ask for a set of tracheal intubation equipment.

"Zhou, I thought you knew it." The anesthesiologist said with a smile.

“Be prepared for any trouble.”

"Will these things be used?"

"I guess it won't be used, but it's better to be cautious." Zhou Congwen said like an old dog.

You are not afraid of being too prepared. After all, there is a very small probability that you will be intubated again, so he doesn't care that others say he is showing off and prepare in advance.

After dealing with all this, Zhou Congwen did not return to the duty room, but pulled a chair and sat next to the patient's bed with a big golden knife.

This is Zhou Congwen's habit. Whenever he encounters a serious patient, Zhou Congwen will ask his doctor to leave one of his doctors to sit at the bedside to take care of him. When encountering urgent matters, he will deal with them as soon as possible. If he can't handle them, he will call himself as soon as possible.

There is no doctorate available now, so I can only do it myself.

Zhou Congwen had long put aside the matter of praying for the blessing of the god of night shifts, and focused on looking at the electrocardiogram oscilloscope and various parameters of the ventilator on the monitor.

In addition, the monitoring of the nervous system is also important.

Severe traumatic heart rupture and extracorporeal circulation can cause cerebral ischemia, hypoxia, and damage to the central nervous system, leading to consciousness disorders and convulsions in the limbs.

Every 1 to 2 hours after the operation, observe the patient's pupil size, whether the left and right are symmetrical, whether the light reflex exists, and whether the call is open, and keep records.

There is only one nurse in the chest department’s night shift and she is too busy to be busy.

Moreover, they have just graduated from the health school for about a year, and they are all 18 or 9 years old. Zhou Congwen dared not hand over such a big job to the young nurse.

I really miss the old nurses in the Magic City, especially the middle-aged male nurses, who are so good at using them.

Nurse is always good at old age, and can never forget the ever-changing changes.

If there was an old nurse in the team here, Zhou Congwen felt that he would not have worked so hard.

Although the patient has come down and according to Zhou Congwen's judgment, countless complications are still echoing in his mind.

A large number of effective blood volume loss, myocardial injury, ischemia, hypoxia, insufficient blood volume, electrolyte disorders, etc. can all lead to increased heart rate, arrhythmia, decreased blood pressure, and even hypocardiac syndrome.

The profession of doctors is difficult to make people happy, especially those with experienced and responsible old doctors.

Even though he knew that the patient was most likely to be fine, but if everything was less than 100%, Zhou Congwen would not be relieved.

Without a micro pump, Zhou Congwen directly took paper and pen to calculate the speed of venous drip.

In 2002... Forget it, I won't complain anymore, at least there are three connections now. If it were 20 years earlier, Jianghai City might not even have a CT machine.

Zhou Congwen directly comforted himself.

"Dongdongdongdongdong~"

More than ten minutes later, the knock on the door of the small guardian room came.

Zhou Congwen opened the door and suddenly saw Dean Li standing outside with a middle-aged man in plain clothes and handsome eyebrows.

"Hello Dr. Zhou." The handsome middle-aged man bent his waist politely and stretched out his right hand.

Zhou Congwen shook with him.

He looked pretty, but his right hand was calloused, at least 3-4mm thick, just like an iron plate.

Zhou Congwen narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at the middle-aged man.

"Liao Yunqi's condition is stable. Thank you for your hard work and you are watching. Can you take a few minutes?"
Chapter completed!