"How many surgeons are there nationwide, how many female surgeons are there, and how many female surgeons are there in cardiothoracic surgeons who actually go to the operating table for surgery?"

"One thousand? One hundred? Ten? One?!"

"No, you're not right." The people on the stage were getting louder and weaker, "The answer is zero-"

In 1996, the emergency room of the Third People's Hospital of Minjiang District, Songyuan City. A dilapidated emergency room building appeared faintly under the dark night. The lighting bulbs hanging in the yard in front of the door were shaking by the wind, which was scattered, forming a sharp contrast with the neon lights waving on the road outside.

The ambulance from the Third Hospital roared into the hospital's large iron door, and when the body of the car brushed to the door, it made a loud clanging sound. The security guard in the security booth rushed out to check the situation of the door.

Due to the loud noise, Xie Wanying, who was standing in the yard, woke up, her blurry vision became clear, and the focus fell on the door of the emergency room.

Seeing several busy nurses pushing the ambulance lathe and rushing out of the emergency room, a male doctor, who is one step faster than the nurse, holds a flashlight and quickly checks the pupils of the patient lying in the ambulance.

"blood pressure?"

"Systolic blood pressure 70, diastolic blood pressure 40."

"What is the case with hypotension? What is the main complaint of the patient?"

"It's heartache."

"Heart disease? Myocardial infarction?"

The stethoscope was pressed on the patient's chest and listened. At this time, the patient was sweating profusely, his face was already bloodless, as if he was dead, and his lips turned white. The male doctor said, "Push in and give him a shot of morphine first to relieve pain."

"I'm wrong, it's not a myocardial infarction, it's a rupture of the aortic aneurysm. My face was pale and not because of pain, but because of blood loss-" Xie Wanying opened her mouth slightly and murmured without realizing it.

Several nurses pushed the lathe to send the patient to the emergency room. The emergency doctor followed the patient and walked quickly back, and suddenly heard the words from the wind and stopped his feet. Turning around, he saw the girl standing in the yard.

The girl is thin and tall, with a black braid, like a willow fluttering in the wind, with fair skin and slender wrists, and wearing a blue and white high school uniform.

Xie Wanying, who was seen by the other party, was also looking at the face of the man opposite.

This male doctor is handsome and handsome.

The small chin face, a standard white face, is not as hard as the national character face, and is deeply loved by young girls. Hair trimming follows the current trend of celebrities, with small endings, flying bangs, and two eyeballs are bright and bright in the night.

When not wearing a white coat, this person walking on the road would probably be misunderstood as a little singer singing with a guitar. It is even more eye-catching when wearing a white coat.

If you are in your early twenties, your actual age may be older, because your face is too beautiful and will hide your actual age.

Xie Wanying's eyes fell on the doctor's sign hanging on the man's white coat, which read: Brain Surgery, Cao Yong. By the way, the black pen hanging on the pocket of this man's white coat was cool.

For brain surgery, Mo Qian did not recognize the difference between myocardial infarction and aortic rupture at the first time. Xie Wanying thought.

"Doctor Cao, patient--" The nurse in the emergency room ran to the door and shouted.

Hearing the nurse's call, Cao Yong quickly turned around and walked into the emergency room, but his mind couldn't get rid of the high school girl he saw just now.

Which student? Which school? How can I say the medical term for aortic aneurysm rupture?

Did he hear it wrong?
Chapter completed!