In the operating theater of the neurosurgery department.
Associate Chief Physician Ma, who was the chief surgeon, felt a little emotional. Just as the tumor was about to be removed, a blood vessel suddenly burst.
His face was covered in blood, and he couldn't see anymore.
When he opened his eyes, it was blood red.
Motherf * cker!
The two attending physicians who were assisting them were still unable to stop the bleeding, causing them to panic. They could not be counted on at the critical moment.
What was worse was that this was a surgery that was not difficult at all, and the big shots were still watching from the observation room upstairs!
If there were any accidents during the surgery, he could also die on the operating table.
The nurse helped Chief Physician Ma Dong wipe his eyes, but she couldn't wipe them clean.
Ma Dong's anger soared to the sky as he shouted at the nurse,""Hurry up and wipe it. You're dawdling."
The nurse looked aggrieved, but she dared not say anything. She wanted to be quick. If she poked her eyes, the situation would become even worse.
The two attending physicians took turns to stop the bleeding. There were already three large piles of blood-stained gauze outside.
"How's your blood pressure and pulse?" asked Ma Dong.”
"Blood pressure 100/70, pulse is still stable.”
"Is there enough blood?" asked Ma Dong.
"I prepared ten extra bags. It's enough."
"Alright, don't panic. If you have enough blood, just transfuse. There won't be any problems.”
Ma Dong heaved a sigh of relief before ordering,""Quickly find the bleeding point and stop the bleeding.”
Only then did the two attending physicians realize that it was fortunate that they had prepared more blood bags. Otherwise, they would have died.
Five minutes later, Ma Dong finally " regained his sight " and continued with the surgery.
"Move aside! I'll do it. Forcers, U-shaped forceps…"
Ma Dong was very dissatisfied with the two attending physicians. They had not stopped the bleeding after such a long time. They had wasted their years on the operating table.
He started to stop the bleeding himself. He removed the gauze and saw blood flowing out from under the tumor.
"The bleeding point is below. Give me the No. 2 ultra-fine needle-nosed pliers…"
Ma Dong's eyes widened as he carefully moved his hands.
Just as the forceps reached down, suddenly, there was a " pu " sound. Chief Ma's face was splashed with blood again.
A familiar location, a familiar formula.
Ma Dong was stunned.
The two attending physicians and nurses were also stunned.
The atmosphere in the operating theater became solemn and strange.
Just like before, Ma Dong's eyes were bloodshot.
Ma Dong was so angry that he wanted to smash something!
Motherf * cker!
What was going on?
The heavens are deliberately making things difficult for me?!
The second time?
The plot was very dramatic.
The department directors in the observation room on the second floor looked at each other, wondering if there was such a thing?
Gu Fan's expression was extremely ugly. The veins on the back of his hand that was grabbing the armrest bulged, and his heart was in his throat.
How did the surgery turn out like this?
Could he still count on this Ma Dong?
"Who else can perform this surgery?”
Gu Fan gritted his teeth as he spoke. Even if Ma Dong could still continue fighting after wiping away the blood, Gu Fan would not hand over the right to perform the surgery to him.
He was simply playing with his wife's life!
This was a craniotomy!
Yan Lixing's heart skipped a beat, and his forehead was covered in sweat.
He was cursing Ma Dong to death in his heart. This time, Ma Dong was recommended by him to be the chief surgeon.
Such a simple surgery, a good hand of cards, was actually destroyed!
Yan Li Xing wished he could jump down from the second floor and strangle that bastard Ma Dong to death.
If he couldn't perform the surgery, he could just say so. Now that it had become like this, how was he going to clean it up?
"I'll contact Li Haibo immediately," Yan Li Xing said.”
…
After the call, Yan Li Xing walked back with his phone.
Gu Fan stared at Yan Li Xing, waiting for his reply.
Yan Li Xing's expression was very ugly, and his voice was a little hoarse. He said,
"His surgery will end in half an hour.”
Half an hour?
How could he wait?
Gu Fan's face turned pale.
…
Beep beep beep!
The life monitor sounded an alarm.
One of the attending physicians was shocked. He raised his head to look at the monitor and immediately reported to Ma Dong,"
"Director, blood pressure is 71/41, heart rate is 52. The bleeding can't be stopped.”
Ma Dong's heart thumped. The situation was not looking good.
He took off his sterile gloves and personally wiped the blood off his face.
The people in the observation room on the second floor stood up with solemn expressions.
This was the rhythm of an accident!
This Ma Dong was going to get into trouble!
Gu Fan's eyes were bloodshot, and he was so angry that he almost lost his mind.
Yan Li Xing's expression was extremely ugly as he stared at Ma Dong, who was still rubbing his eyes.
At this moment, he wished he could immediately charge into the operating theater, throw Ma Dong out, and replace him on stage.
But he was not a neurosurgeon, so he could not receive surgery…
When the two attending physicians saw that the bleeding could not be stopped and that the patient's vital signs were continuously decreasing, their hands subconsciously trembled.
"What should we do?" A nurse was already sobbing.”
The few of them had placed their hopes on Ma Dong, and the latter was still wiping his eyes. The more he wiped, the more his eyes became blurry. His eyes were bright red, and one of his eyes was already beginning to swell.
Seeing this, the few of them felt their hearts turn cold.
Department Director Ma's eyes…could he still undergo surgery? He was really done for this time!
At this moment.
A magnetic and clear voice sounded in their ears.
"Don't panic, let me try."
His tone was calm, and his slender fingers were already wearing sterile gloves.
Jiang Zhou stood tall and straight beside the operating table.
"Spring forceps, forceps, gauze."
Jiang Zhou stretched out his hand out of habit, but what he got was not a tool. Instead, it was an attending doctor beside him who shouted,
"Get lost. Don't cause trouble. You're just an intern doctor. How dare you go on the operating table…"
Ha…
Jiang Zhou seemed to know that this was going to happen. He did not even look at the attending doctor. He took the tools from the tray, took a step forward, and pushed the attending doctor out of the operating table.
"You…"
The attending doctor was about to go berserk. He was already so nervous that he was about to die. The patient's life was in danger.
This intern doctor actually came to light a fire…
Who allowed this intern doctor to enter the operating theater?？
Jiang Zhou, however, did not have any distractions and began to take over the surgery.
He pulled the microscope over, hooked the pontine with a spring clamp, and instructed the nurse to hold it.
The nurse stood rooted to the ground. Jiang Zhou's eyes turned cold as he frowned and said,
"What are you waiting for?"
His aura was overbearing!
The nurse subconsciously held onto the handle of the forceps and did not dare to move.
" A sponge pad, trombone microscissors…"
Jiang Zhou stretched out his hand. This time, no one ignored him. Another nurse immediately handed him the tools.
When the two attending physicians saw Jiang Zhou's skillful and professional movements, they were stunned for a moment!
This intern doctor knew how to perform surgery?
And it was a tumor removal surgery?
F * ck! No way!
Jiang Zhou glanced at the two dumbfounded attending physicians and said coldly,
"Do you want to be a wooden statue forever?”
"Come over and help. Gauze, suction…"
The two attending physicians seemed to be intimidated by Jiang Zhou's imposing manner at this moment. They subconsciously walked toward the operating table…
In the observation room on the second floor.
Everyone who was originally in despair actually saw an intern doctor take over Ma Dong's position and go up to the operating table.
His tall and slender figure blocked the operating table as he skillfully performed a series of professional operations.
Gu Fan lowered his head, his heart gradually turning cold.
At this moment, Yan Li Xing exclaimed,""Jiang Zhou is on the operating table!"
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