Back in 2002 as a doctor

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"Xiao Zhou, what's the matter with you today?"

Walking into the operating room, the instrument nurse had finished brushing her hands, and the roving nurse asked while opening the sterilized surgical kit and putting it on the instrument table.

"Emergency rescue is like a game, what are you doing?" Zhou Congwen took a look. The anesthetist was still very reliable. The endotracheal intubation was completed, the ventilator was running smoothly, and the rapid atrial fibrillation waveform displayed by the ECG monitoring was also relieved. preliminary control.

"0.9mL of 50% sodium chloride + 200mg of lidocaine, pumped in with a micropump."

Zhou Congwen continued to issue a doctor's order.

"Xiao Zhou, are you dizzy?" The anesthesiologist said helplessly, "There is no micropump in our hospital. You saw it during your advanced training? No, didn't you just have a lot of trouble because no one went to advanced training."

"..." Zhou Congwen almost scolded his mother.

Not to mention the da Vinci robot, nor the interventional therapy equipment, not even a micropump.

Damn 2002!

"Then click, pay attention to the speed, and calculate carefully." Zhou Congwen left a sentence, and turned to brush his hands.

"What happened to Xiao Zhou?"

"I don't know. Is it because he's going crazy because he can't get the surgery?"

"I see enough... the heart was stabbed with a knife. It is estimated that Wang Chengfa completed the first half of the rescue, and then passed out. The same is true for Lao Wang. His body is like this, and he is still occupying the latrine."

"Can Xiao Zhou do it?"

"Definitely not. The hospital may have started contacting the People's Hospital, just wait and hope it's all right."

The anesthesiologists and nurses lowered their voices to discuss a few words, the itinerant nurse and the equipment nurse began to discuss the equipment, and the chat ended there.

Zhou Congwen came back with his hands raised in front of his chest, disinfected and spread the sheets.

He used iodophor and alcohol to disinfect the patient's incision repeatedly.

It can be cleaned up as much as possible, and the postoperative infection can be lightened.

"Brother Wenbo, help me turn off the lights." Zhou Congwen said while putting on his clothes after disinfecting.

"Xiao Zhou, are you really going to do it yourself?"

asked the anesthetist in surprise.

"What else? Danny, you have to help me." Zhou Congwen squinted his eyes and said to the equipment nurse.

"Uh...Brother Zhou, are you brave enough to be skilled, or do you have no compulsion at all?" The equipment nurse asked directly without shyness at all.

"I have no choice but to drive the ducks to the shelves. Otherwise, what should I do? Watch the patient die?" Zhou Congwen put on his clothes, took a pair of sterile gloves, and walked towards the operator's position carelessly.

"Wait a minute, it's time to tie the belt." The itinerant nurse reprimanded.

Zhou Congwen scratched his head. After he became a peak-level surgeon in his previous life, he always put on his clothes and went to the operating table in an emergency. Naturally, someone would follow him to tie his clothes.

The belt is not counted, and you have to squat down and pull the corners of the clothes to make the sterile clothes less wrinkled, and no one dares to say a word of nonsense.

A little doctor... really has no status. After being overbearing, Zhou Congwen felt a little helpless and missed the days when he was one-sided in his previous life.

Chapter 0078 They Died For Me

The shadowless lamp lights are white and dazzling.

The unique smell of human organs came oncoming, mixed with the smell of iodophor and alcohol, like the end of the world.

Zhou Congwen was at a loss for a moment.

Emergency surgery is really difficult to adapt to.

"Xiao Zhou, if it doesn't work, just wait." The anesthesiologist persuaded.

"No, thread scissors, big round needle biological thread... No. [-] thread." Zhou Congwen stretched out his hand.

Although the equipment nurse did not believe that Zhou Congwen could perform heart surgery, she still clapped the things he needed in her hands.

Hemostatic forceps probed, and the patient's heart was stabbed about 4 cm in depth.Zhou Congwen changed the needle holder, turned his wrist, and the big round needle pierced the heart directly, making the anesthesiologist's eyelids twitch.

Right in and left out, Zhou Congwen did not choose to suture continuously, but directly shook the thread in the eye of the round needle, gently pulled it with his little finger, and patted the needle holder on the side of the patient's leg.

"Two more needles."

With that said, a beautiful thread knot was finished, and the thread scissors in the palm of his hand cut the suture thread.

The heart wound was sutured with three stitches, and Zhou Congwen carefully cut a piece of pericardium to repair the heart wound.

"rinse."

Seven minutes later, Zhou Congwen said after sewing and checking again.

"Done... Finished?" The roving nurse asked in surprise.

"Yes, the operation itself is very simple, the difficulty lies in the pre-operative rescue and post-operative care. There is a hole in the heart, just sew it up."

"..."

"Can the patient live?" The itinerant nurse didn't expect Zhou Congwen to be so quick. She glanced at the ECG monitor and asked curiously.

"It shouldn't be a big problem, as long as the patient's arrhythmia is stable after the operation." Zhou Congwen said lightly.

"Wait a minute, the salt water is not hot yet."

"Call the blood transfusion department and hurry up before the preparation is finished. I'm not in a hurry." After Zhou Congwen sewed up the wound on his heart, his mood stabilized, and he was no longer the one who beat the patient's family directly to buy time.

Zhou Congwen judged that the patient was already alive, so he stopped worrying, but laid his hands on the patient leisurely, with his left leg as a support, and his right leg rested for a while.

"Xiao Zhou, you are brave enough." The anesthesiologist said with a relaxed smile when he saw that the patient was in a stable condition, and from Zhou Congwen's words, it should not be a big problem.

"no way."

"You are a treating doctor, so you just performed the operation like this? Even if the patient is cured, you have made a serious mistake."

"What else can I do? Just watch the patient die? Just make a note of the demerit, and it's okay to talk admonishingly, it doesn't matter." Zhou Congwen asked back.

"Didn't Lao Wang open it, wait for Director Zhu from the People's Hospital to come." The anesthesiologist said.

"Director Wang fainted before he started to rescue him. He is in hospital recently and his health is not good." Zhou Congwen explained.

"..." The anesthesiologist was stunned, and it took a few seconds for him to understand the meaning of Zhou Congwen's words, "Xiao Zhou, you did all these things, open the chest, cut the pericardium, and press the heart directly?"

"En." Zhou Congwen nodded.

"You're crazy!" the anesthesiologist blurted out, "What patient, why are you working so hard! If the patient didn't come, wouldn't all the responsibility be yours?"

"Do you know who you are?"

"Did Professor Chen praise you a few days ago, and you drifted away?"

Zhou Congwen pressed his hands on the sterile area of ​​the operating table, and glanced at the anesthesiologist, "If I don't do anything, the patient is already on his way to the funeral home."

"You are amazing! But do you know that Wang Chengfa is trying to find trouble for you?"

Although in the operating room, the anesthesiologist still lowered his voice and said.

"Not afraid."

"Not afraid? You are just a little doctor with two years of experience. You are still too young, you just want to show off when you know how to order things, and you don't know how to protect yourself." The anesthetist sighed and said in a low voice.

"Brother Wenbo, do you know who he is?"

"Police, I know."

"I was stabbed while assisting the anti-narcotics police." Zhou Congwen said lightly.

"..." The anesthetist was stunned.

"I was eating, reading novels, living a simple and happy life. I didn't know why they died because of their strength. Then I suddenly realized that they died for me."

Zhou Congwen's tone was very light, as if he was recalling something.

The anesthetist was silent, looking at Zhou Congwen, who was different from usual, tasting what he just said.

He couldn't tell what was different about Zhou Congwen, but this sentence was not something a young man could say. Zhou Congwen's tone carried the unique nostalgia and stories of old people.

"They can risk their lives, why should I refuse to save them?" Zhou Congwen didn't ask rhetorically, but stated a fact lightly.

"Xiao Zhou, you... oh."

The anesthesiologist couldn't refute Zhou Congwen's words, but he couldn't admit it either. Thousands of words finally turned into a sigh.

"Brother Wenbo, help me to rush the blood, but the blood pressure is still low."

"Is 1000ml enough?"

"Enough, not much blood, stress shock, 800 is enough, 1000 has already been done in advance."

The anesthesiologist didn't know where Zhou Congwen's confidence came from. He took another look at the ventilator and monitor to make sure that the patient was in a stable condition, and went out to call to urge blood.

Opening the door of the operating room, several people in isolation suits walked in.

"Don't worry, I've already contacted Director Zhu from the People's Hospital, and I'll be here in 10 minutes." President Li and Commissar Xu explained.

After finishing speaking, he asked, "How is the patient's condition?"

"The operation...is finished. The patient is now in a stable condition, and the chest can be closed after flushing with isothermal saline."

The anesthetist immediately answered the dean's question.

surgery

finished? !

How can it be!

Time for a change and everything settles? !

Dean Li's eyes were round and full of astonishment, which even the sterile mask couldn't cover.

"The operation is over? How is the person?" Political Commissar Xu asked nervously.

"It should be fine, Brother Wenbo, go and rush the blood." Zhou Congwen replied lightly.

The anesthesiologist trotted out of the operating room with his head down. Political Commissar Xu was a little nervous and walked to the operating table.

"Stay away." Zhou Congwen scolded mercilessly.

"..." Commissar Xu was taken aback.

"What's the excitement, what should I do if the surgery area is polluted."

"Speak politely to Commissar Xu." Dean Li said very unhappy.

"It's okay, Dean Li, this doctor is right." Political commissar Xu felt relieved when he saw that Zhou Congwen was not polite at all. He then asked, "Doctor, how is Xiao Liao doing?"

"Can live."

Two words, one sentence, the stone in the heart of Political Commissar Xu fell to the ground.

"Political Commissar Xu..."

Dean Li complained incessantly.

Is this what the doctor said?When did the doctor talk so full of words?

What if there is an event.

But the words of rebuttal can't be said out of the mouth, if it is said, it will be cursing the patient to die.Dean Li was anxious, and the sterile cap was wet with sweat in an instant.

Chapter 0079

"That's good, that's good, it's good to be able to live." Political Commissar Xu breathed a sigh of relief, and said repeatedly, wanting to raise his hand to pat Zhou Congwen to express his gratitude.

However, there was naturally a serious atmosphere in the operating room, coupled with Zhou Congwen's reprimand just now, he hesitated for a while, fearing that the operation area would be polluted, he turned around and walked out of the operating room.

"Political Commissar Xu."

"Let's go out and wait."

Without allowing Dean Li to say anything, Political Commissar Xu strode out of the operating room.

Zhou Congwen instantly had a good impression of the political commissar.

Hearing the sound of closing the door of the operating room from behind, the anesthesiologist looked up at Zhou Congwen, "Zhou, you have been really angry recently."