his tongue-in-cheek guide

Song Zhixiao didn't dare to speak, the older head nurse stood up and pouted at the patient: "Mr. Lu, this man came out of nowhere and complained of a stomachache. Everyone was discussing to take him away." throw it out."

Lu Lanqiu frowned slightly, but said nothing.

The people on the ground were already speechless in pain. It was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, wearing a hospital gown, with a livid face and bead-sized beads of sweat on his forehead, lying on the ground like a dog. Very poor.

No one dared to step forward to help him.The Hippocratic Oath states that to the best of our ability, we will observe the principles of the good of the sick, and to put an end to all depraved and harmful acts.Do everything in your power to relieve human suffering.

But when disasters come, no one will seek their interests, and no one can save them except themselves.

Song Zhixiao couldn't bear it anymore, and said softly beside Lu Lanqiu: "This person has been in pain for so long, if he wanted to become a monster, he would have already changed."

Lu Lanqiu turned her head and glanced at him, the silver-rimmed glasses reflected light in a timely manner, shaking his heart so much that he quickly shut his mouth.

But Lu Lanqiu's next move was beyond everyone's expectations. He walked over without haste, pulled the man's wrist, and confirmed his identity information.

"Hey, Mr. Lu, you..." There was a hepatobiliary doctor who wanted to pull him up. He was a tall guy, but he was bumped somewhere, and Lu Lanqiu lightly pushed him and fell down. Suddenly, he was stunned, and looked at his body suspiciously, as if it instantly turned into a ball of embroidered pillows to be so vulnerable.

Over there, Lu Lanqiu has come to a conclusion: "It's a patient in Teacher Zhang's group. The surgery scheduled at 3 o'clock should have been pushed down an hour earlier. He probably hasn't touched that thing before." Lu Lanqiu helped her up. After sliding down the glasses on the bridge of his nose, he began the physical examination, and made a diagnosis after obvious tenderness and rebound tenderness at the McBurney's point: "The past medical history of chronic appendicitis should be an acute attack, and immediate surgery is required."

The head nurse stood up again: "No, now there is no monitor, no laparoscope, how to do surgery?"

Lu Lanqiu quickly cleaned up the available equipment, and said: "Just use propofol, intravenous anesthesia, the operation will be completed within half an hour, no laparoscopy, and use traditional surgical methods."

The head nurse still thought it was wrong: "He will be in a coma for a while after the operation, what should we do if we want to transfer, we can't take him with us."

Lu Lanqiu was already preparing to brush his hands: "Propofol is a short-term anesthesia. He will only feel hungover after waking up. We don't know how long we can stay here. Let's try it first." He paused , suddenly realized that he still needed an assistant.

He raised his eyes and looked at everyone: "I need an assistant, who of you volunteers? Don't force it."

There was a mass of black heads, and no one spoke to them. The doctor who had previously cooperated with Lu Lanqiu in the operation hid silently at the back of the crowd, bowing his head and saying nothing.

Lu Lanqiu sighed, and turned around to see Song Zhixiao beside him. This kid actually looked at him with eyes full of expectation.

Of course he was not the ideal candidate in Lu Lanqiu's mind. He was late for the report on the first day today.However, he looked at each other's shining eyes like vegetarian animals, and he decided to trust each other.

There is an inexplicable stubbornness in this kid.

Lu Lanqiu glanced at Song Zhixiao, and no longer hesitated: "Xiao Song, come here and wash your hands together, and be my assistant later."

Song Zhixiao almost wagged his tail: "Hey!"

Lu Lanqiu opened the surgical gown bag, tossed it neatly into the air, put her hands into the sleeves, and signaled with her eyes to the young nurse beside him to help him tie the belt.

That was the nurse who went to the warehouse with Lu Lanqiu before, she glanced at the head nurse who was winking at her, and gritted her teeth to go up to help Lu Lanqiu.

The older nurse couldn't argue, and said helplessly, "Ms. Lu, I've persuaded you. If something really happens, no one will dare to protect you."

Lu Lanqiu stepped on the pedal in the operating room without looking back: "Thank you for your kindness, I know it well."

A storage lamp lit up, faltering like a firefly candle in the dark.

This was not Song Zhixiao's first surgery, but it was the first time he had surgery under such a strange atmosphere.Appendectomy, an entry-level operation found in all surgical books, has basically been eliminated in the era when laparoscopy is commonly used.

His teaching teacher quickly cut the skin, bluntly dissected it, and found the inflamed appendix along the colonic belt with an almost textbook-like technique. He even easily resolved the abdominal adhesions caused by the patient's long-term inflammation. Finally, the abdominal cavity was washed, closed, and sutured.He glanced at the wall clock on the wall, 27 minutes.Almost comparable to the speed of laparoscopy.

A total of three propofol and one Liyuexi were recommended, and only one colonoscopy time was spent.

Song Zhixiao suddenly revered the person in front of him from the bottom of his heart.

Not because of his kindness or medical skills, just because he maintains his professional aesthetics without threatening anyone.

Rational kindness is simply terrifyingly professional.

While washing his hands, Song Zhixiao tactfully expressed to his teacher the little pink that he had nowhere to put, but his teacher mercilessly pressed the longing that he had just had on the ground and rubbed it hard:

"Oh, don't you know him? His name is Li Rongguang. He is a famous biologist and a well-respected figure in the government. I think he should have a way to take us out."

The little pink that had just sprouted was shattered all over the ground, and it couldn't even stick back.

Lu Lanqiuyou seemed dissatisfied and continued to hit him: "I took the time to read the medical records you wrote this morning on the computer in the operating room."

Song Zhixiao's heart skipped a beat.

Sure enough, the other party continued: "Paste and copy all of them, even the left and right colons have not been changed. Has my keyboard been hacked so that only Ctrl C and V are left?"

Now he has no time to take care of the admiration he had raised before, because they have been struck dead by the other party's words.

The other party patted him on the shoulder before leaving: "Don't be afraid, you still have many opportunities to learn in the future."

When he was mourning for his innocence, which was scattered away like falling flowers and flowing water, heart-piercing screams came from the corridor in the semi-polluted area.

Afterwards, they saw crowds rushing to them, running around in panic and screaming.

A taste that is about to come.

Song Zhixiao hurriedly stopped a nurse to ask about the situation. The nurse had a pale face and said in a daze, "It's Xiao Tang, she's crazy, and she opened the door of the operating room while everyone was not paying attention, and hugged a monster." Together! The director has been bitten to death, run away!" After speaking, he ran into the operating room in a panic.

Song Zhixiao froze for a moment, and finally remembered that Xiao Tang was the anesthetist whose husband died outside.

The screams one after another are close at hand, and Song Zhixiao is still reacting, seeing that his teacher has rushed up quickly, pulled the gates of the semi-polluted area and the living area, and then ran towards the operating room .

Soon, he and the nurse were seen pushing out the patient who was still under anesthesia, and they didn't forget to yell at him when they passed by him: "Are you still waiting for rations, come here and help!"

Only then did he scramble and run over to help, and the three of them worked together to push the hospital bed into the warehouse where the supplies had just been counted, and then put the door on a shelf. Listen to the situation outside behind the door.

The young nurse's face was already pale with fright, her hands were trembling badly, her face looked like she wanted to cry but she didn't dare to cry, and she had already started to roll her eyes and chant the mantra of passing away nervously.

Still a Buddhist.

Song Zhixiao straightened his knotted tongue with great difficulty: "What should we do, Mr. Lu, are we going to die?"

There are chest pain clocks everywhere in the hospital, even the warehouse is no exception. Now he hates the radio clock that is said to cost several thousand, because this thing is counting down to his death.

Lu Lanqiu was able to calmly check on the patient's condition under such circumstances. He silently stared at the clock to measure his vital signs for a minute, then looked at the patient's pupils, and said, "Wake up soon."

Song Zhixiao almost cried, and broke down, "Teacher Lu, please say something."

Only then did Lu Lanqiu turn to him and said, "When a crisis comes, fear is of no use except to give you an adrenaline rush. The warehouse door was newly installed because it was stolen in the past, and it is the most secure besides the door. , if this is breached too, the rest will not survive."

At this moment, there was a faint burst of gunshots in the distance, Song Zhixiao couldn't hear it clearly, and only thought that the noises were made by zombies, and he became more nervous.

"Ms. Lu, is that thing already at the door? What should I do? I don't want to die..."

Lu Lanqiu glanced at him indifferently: "The so-called nervousness is the excessive secretion of adrenaline in the cerebral cortex that leads to skeletal muscle spasms. This is a bit of atracurium. You won't be nervous if you treat yourself."

This was obviously an unreliable behavior, but it effectively diverted Song Zhixiao's attention, and he felt that his shivering was not so severe.

It seems that Teacher Lu's words are more effective than muscle relaxants.

The noise didn't stop.

Lu Lanqiu's expression was still calm, and he listened intently for a while, but he didn't know what he was listening to, but he was obviously relieved: "It's here."

"Boom—" A wall behind them fell in response, and the dust flew in all directions, creating a cloud of smoke and dust for a while.

"Chen Luo, when are you going to change that old antique? It's as if you're demolishing a house every time." Fang Qi moved the goggle on his face to his forehead, held the gun in his right hand, and stood in a very cool manner. On the fallen iron gate, I was not afraid of death and said with a smile:

"Hey, there are so many people here, please someone in charge come out and introduce the situation."