The New Wife is Delicious: The President Lightly Loves

He can't care too much now, what he has to do is to complete the operation as soon as possible, there is only one step between death and this patient.

Whether people can be pulled back from the gate of hell, no one can guarantee, but everyone is doing their best.

The blood volume has been maintained above a dangerous level, barely in a dynamic balance, and the nurse wiped the sweat of the three doctors. This is a fierce battle, a fierce battle that is more difficult to handle than imagined.

The patient's heartbeat seemed to be getting slower and slower, and the situation seemed to be getting worse with more and more straight lines. "Prepare for cardiopulmonary resuscitation." Live asked nurses to start preparing equipment to prevent accidents at any time.

For a dead patient, no matter how well the operation is done, it is still a failure, so Live must pay attention to everything.

Fortunately, cardiopulmonary resuscitation was not used, and the patient's heartbeat did not completely disappear until the end of the operation, but this did not allow the three doctors to relax.

It wasn't until the various data began to recover that several people felt a sense of relief. The three of them couldn't think of any unnecessary sutures and blood transfusions, and maintenance medication after formulation.

This is the doctor. Except for the patient's condition, he can't think of anything else. Until they sat on the chair, the three of them didn't even have time to take off the sterile clothes.

"The director really knows how to play. This kind of operation is used as an assessment. It seems that the future will be difficult. I start to regret entering this hospital." Live complained loudly.

"You haven't got the assessment results yet, so you are not considered a member of this hospital." Vincent unceremoniously poured cold water on Live.

Jeff patted Live's shoulder with a bloody hand, "You did a good job, and you predicted the situation well. I'll give you a reasonable number for your partner's score."

"Thanks in advance, but should the three of us change our clothes? It really looks like a murder scene." Three lying corpses covered in blood, plus a few number cards, Isn't it a proper murder scene?

It wasn't too late for Dean Smith to come, but he wasn't too late either. At least in his opinion, the operation must be a success, so he gave Live a very rude kick when he heard what Live said.

"Everything is done, how can you look like a doctor!" Professor Smith scolded very rudely, and the three doctors who had just finished the operation, except for the strict Vincent, who sat upright and the other two Isn't it the snake without bones?
"Master Dean, you must take good care of your soldiers, or you will rebel." The operation lasted for more than ten hours, and the previous coordination and arrangement were added. After this operation, it will take a day anyway.

Therefore, the three doctors who performed an operation all have deep blue and black eyes. Not only are they lacking in physical strength, but they are also mentally exhausted.

"Patient with panda blood, it's still like this surgery, Dean, your assessment is really tough." Live complained unceremoniously, which made the dean's face a little red.

But I have to say that the operation was done very well. The patient was fine and recovered well. Although there was heavy bleeding during the operation, it was not to waste blood blindly, but to coordinate the condition before making a decision.

Smith wanted to give Live a full score for his performance, but he would not let Live pass so easily. A test paper was thrown in Live's face.

"I'll give you three hours. After you're done, Vincent will give him a grade." Smith said this and went out.

Live still makes my teeth itch when I think about it now. The A3 test paper is full of words, and it is all essay questions. After completing such an inhumane test paper within 3 hours, is there any humanity left?

Especially when you have worked hard to write most of the test papers, the person who helped you correct the test papers told you that you only need to do 100 points, and then gave you suggestions for practicing calligraphy.

This is really hard to bear, because of this, Live left without even asking about his grades, so until now, Live still doesn't know his grades.

Thinking of this, Live opened the office door and ran to Jeff's office. Today should be the old-fashioned German guy's duty time.

Opening the door, the faint smell of cologne mixed with disinfectant floated into Live's nose. It was Vincent's favorite smell, but when it comes to good smells, they may not all smell good when mixed together.

Live and the others are doctors, not perfumers, so Live will not spray any smelly things during work, but Vincent doesn't seem to care about this.

"Vincent, do you have time to talk?" Live sat next to Vincent. Vincent didn't speak immediately, but after writing the last line and taking off his glasses, "In what capacity?"

"What identity do I have to choose?" Live was a little confused about Vincent's question. He had always been insensitive to this rigorous person, but sometimes he had to deal with it.

At this time, it is obviously not possible to disturb Mr. Smith, so I can only disturb Vincent. Fortunately, there is nothing on the night shift, and the existence of the doctor is basically a decoration.

Otherwise Live's meeting with Jeff would have been dereliction of duty.

"Patient, colleague or friend? Choose the one you think is suitable." Vincent's eyes have always been deep, as if he had put too much thought into it, making it difficult for people to see through.

"Colleague." Speaking of the assessment at that time, it should be more appropriate to be a colleague.

"You have resigned, I don't think we have anything to talk about." Vincent actually didn't intend to answer any questions from Live.

Live is aware of it, but sometimes, having to is a difficult choice.

"As former colleagues, I think we can talk a lot." It's just that you don't want to mention it, why is that?

"You also said it was in the past. I'm working now, and I don't have time to gossip with you." Vincent said a lie that was easy to expose without blushing.

"Is it boring to transcribe the case? Or the kind that won't be handed in?" This is the practice of this hospital. The doctor on duty at night will transcribe the past cases. After all, the long night without anything to do is always boring.

If you write more and write less, no one will go back and take care of it. Anyway, it is not required to hand it in, so this is really not a problem.

"I think you understand what I mean." I just don't want to talk to you. It doesn't matter what the reason is. As long as I can refuse you, no matter how simple the reason is, I can use it.

"I just want to ask about my original assessment scores. If you refuse to answer, it doesn't matter. Professor Smith, you should be happy to tell me." Professor Smith has a small record book, it's no secret .

So if you don't get Vincent's answer, Live is just being scolded by Professor Smith. It doesn't make any difference, and you will know the answer in the end.

Live stood up and opened the door without hesitation, "I don't know what you have done to offend me and Jeff, but Vincent, Jeff has been like this for so many years, and you are absolutely indispensable." Jeff Not an idiot, so why didn't he find out?

An obvious answer, but Live didn't mean to expose it for the time being.After closing the office door, Live leaned against the door and let out a long sigh. Is there still a pure land in this world?

Live began to plan for Yan Anan and Yan Danyan to be discharged from the hospital. Although this timing was not a good choice, it was the safest choice.

Vincent sat in his seat for a long time after Live left, and there were some things that he really couldn't say.

Live was excellent, so good that it made Vincent jealous, so Vincent gave a very low score for that scene, a score that was completely opposite to practice.

0 points, yes, this is the answer given by Vincent, so what if the live practice score is 100 points?Taken together, it is also a dead end.

It's just that Vincent didn't expect that Live didn't look at his own score. The test paper that was filled with more than half of the paper was over 100 points, but he wrote a 0 on the paper.

What did you do later?When telling the dean, Vincent said it was 60 points, but the dean didn't read the test paper, but just said with a smile, "This kid really doesn't take the test for a single point."

A beautiful misunderstanding, an unexplainable mistake, just happened. Live entered the hospital and became his colleague, which was different from when they were partners.

Live didn't have any interaction with himself anymore, but he was very close to Jeff, or in other words, except for him, Vincent, Live and everyone in the hospital had a good relationship.

I don't know if it's because my malice is too obvious, or if Live doesn't like Vincent, the intersection of work between the two people is very little, so rare that it's outrageous.

"Did I do something wrong?" Probably?Since he confused Jeff, he no longer deserves to be called a doctor, right?Vincent covered his face in pain.

The original test paper was still in Vincent's bookcase, it was evidence of his mistakes, but Vincent was reluctant to destroy it, probably because he wanted to give himself a chance to make corrections.

Vincent put on his glasses and began to slowly transcribe the case, but some things could no longer be passed on indifferently.

Live went back to his office, opened his mailbox, and sure enough, he had accumulated a lot of emails. It seemed that Jeff was doing well. Compared with his own depression, it was probably a very exciting thing for his friends to be redeemed. Something to comfort you?

Pull the mailbox to the bottom, delete a bunch of useless emails, and then start to read the emails from Jeff from the beginning. Those missed emails are slowly displayed in front of Live's eyes, and a smile slowly appears on Live's face.