I'm really an intern

Chapter 441 You guys are late (Da Zhang oh~)

In the quiet operating room, the air seemed thicker for a while.

The thumb and index finger of Zhang Tianyang's left hand pinched the near-heart end of the blood vessel, with appropriate strength to hinder the pulsating blood flow.

The index finger and little finger of the left hand clamped the distal end of the blood vessel, pulling it to make it more suitable for suturing, and preventing the possibility of air embolism on the other hand.

Right hand, the needle holder is held in a false grip, not clamped.

Because the tip of the needle holder, the obviously smaller semicircular surgical needle, looks too thin, and a little more force can deform it.

"Director, I need you to pinch the end of the suture later. You don't need to use force, just pinch it and keep it in place. I will control the strength of the suture."

The dignified director of the Department of Urology was assigned the task of being a tool man, but he nodded as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Such a thin suture feels like it will break if you pull it with a little force.

What's more, it's the broken blood vessel that's being stitched up

Xiao Zhang must be under a lot of pressure.

I can't hold him back.

The assistant held the operating handle of the vascular clamp with both hands, as if he was facing an enemy.

He tried his best not to tremble, his eyes fixed on Zhang Tianyang's hands.

No one knows if this teacher can sew.

No one knew if that bloody blood vessel would pop out of nowhere.

And what he had to do was to clamp that damned blood vessel clip on the moment the teacher missed!

At this moment, Kazuke felt that he had a long way to go.

"Didi, Didi"

The piercing scream of the monitor still echoed in his ears.

Zhang Tianyang can probably figure it out by listening to the sound distractedly.

From the moment he entered the operating room to now, it took less than 4 minutes.

And it took about 3 minutes from the rupture of this blood vessel to when he entered the operating room.

It took 7 minutes for the color of the intestinal tube to be visible to the naked eye, which indicated that there should be collateral circulation in this section of the patient's intestinal tube.

Although the main blood supply artery is gg, the collateral circulation can still pump some blood in.

This is good news.

The bad news is that if the color has changed, it means that the collateral circulation cannot support the normal life activities of this intestinal tube.

So, how much time is left for him?

No one can tell.

Maybe 10 more minutes.

Maybe 2 minutes later things will take a turn for the worse.

Then

"60 seconds."

Zhang Tianyang suddenly spit out a number.

Then, taking a deep breath, his eyes gradually became sharper.

"preparation

start! "

"Two sets of surgical gowns, thank you!"

"Take two sets of surgical gowns, please!"

At the entrance of the operating room on the fourth floor of the surgery building, two groups of people bumped into each other.

They were both bosses from Dongfang Hospital, they both looked down and saw each other, and they quickly recognized each other.

On one side is the director of vascular surgery and his right-hand assistant, and on the other is the director of hepatobiliary surgery and his direct deputy chief physician.

Eyes intertwined, the four nodded quickly, but none of them wanted to say hello.

They respectively took the surgical gowns from the aunts at the door, and hurried inside.

"What day is it?"

The janitor who handed out four sets of surgical gowns showed surprise.

She has been in the operating room for so many years, and she immediately recognized who the big guys who just came were.

Look back at the time.

"At this point, big brothers, come together? And today, Tuesday, is obviously not the surgery day for the director of the hepatobiliary surgery department."

Moreover, the two hepatobiliary surgeons just now were panting so loudly, did they come here by running?

Don't be afraid that you are here to save the scene."

Auntie's smiling face just now gradually became ugly.

"Is there anything wrong in there?"

She stood up from her seat a little uneasy, stretched her head, and looked inside——

But all I could see was a long corridor.

She sat back down again.

He pressed off the variety show that was playing before.

"Hey! Oh, I hope, I hope I can be saved."

"hurry up!"

In the men's locker room, the four bosses were much more anxious than the aunt at the door.

"What kind of ripped pants!"

Seeing that the belt of the surgical gown was tangled together and it was difficult to untie it for a while, the chief director of the hepatobiliary surgery cursed and grabbed the pants of the deputy chief physician.

"I'll go in first, you hurry up and get a new one!"

Putting on blue pants and a green jacket hastily, the chief director of the hepatobiliary surgery hurriedly pulled off a mask and cap, and put them on while walking, walking at a fast pace.

Next to him, the director of the vascular surgery department was not too anxious.

But another junior doctor in vascular surgery was lucky enough not to have to deal with a knotted belt in his trousers.

Watching the four new bosses leave three in an instant, the doctor next to him who was slowly changing his clothes was shocked.

"Why are you so anxious?"

Can you be in a hurry?

The director and I were on a business trip today, and we had already got in the car and drove a few hundred meters away, but we were called back by a phone call!

"There's something wrong inside."

The deputy chief physician of the hepatobiliary surgery department hurriedly explained.

Regardless of running out to get new trousers, he directly put on the blue jacket and green trousers, without untying the knot of the belt, and tied another knot on them.

The two knots, at most, are a little more troublesome when taking off the surgical gown at the end.

But for a few seconds, it may be the difference between life and death for the patient!

"What happened inside? Hey, you"

Looking at the deputy chief physician of the hepatobiliary surgery department who disappeared with a "shua", the doctor who was slowly getting dressed froze in place.

In the next second, he involuntarily accelerated the speed at which he put on his clothes.

"Which room is it?"

"Room 22!"

"Which way is 22 going?"

"Are you going to room 22 too?"

At the fork in the corridor of the operating room, the two big bosses of the vascular surgery department and the chief director of the hepatobiliary surgery department met eyes again after washing their hands.

But in just a split second, the three of them staggered apart, and the chief director of the hepatobiliary surgery had consciously walked to the front.

"Come with me!"

"Da da, da da da da da da"

The footsteps of the three were staggered, and the air pressure seemed to drop by a point.

The chief director of hepatobiliary surgery was a little confused.

The damn doctor in my family can break the patient's aorta even with a qiuka!

It's really stupid to die!

If the patient dies, he has to finish the game directly, and he himself has to be implicated.

Of course, that's an afterthought.

The point is, this patient wasn't considered a particularly serious illness in the first place, so he wasn't sick enough to die!

I don't know if I have to rush over, if it's too late.

According to the description on the phone, the bleeding was quite serious.

How long has it been?About 10 minutes, right?

Can the patient survive?

Also, why did they call in the vascular surgeon?

Is it for the treatment after finding blood vessels?

Damn, it's not certain whether the bleeding point can be found!

The director of vascular surgery also had mixed thoughts.

It was said on the phone that the patient's intestines had changed color. I wonder if it's too late?

Fortunately, I happened to bring my little doctor to work in the surgery building, otherwise I would have had to run over from the intervention room for a few more minutes.

How long has it been since you answered the phone?

3 minutes?Should not.

Hope it's still in time.

The chief director of hepatobiliary surgery was also called.

Well, the accident happened on the operating table of the hepatobiliary surgery department. It is normal for him to come here.

But why does it seem so anxious?

Didn't that mean the artery was found and pinched?

Is the rate of intestinal necrosis faster than expected?

The three of them were thinking of completely staggered thoughts, but their footsteps were fast.

After turning a corner, the sign of Room 22 is not far away.

At the door of Room 22, the surgeon who had not had time to wash his head and face was looking into the operating room with his butt pouted, half-bent, scratching his head.

"Open the door!"

The head of the hepatobiliary surgery department scolded and gave the chief surgeon a hard look.

Now rushing to save people, I don't have time to talk to this idiot.

Wait until I come out and see if I don't scold you to death!

"Om-"

The screen door slowly opened in front of him.

The chief director of the Department of Hepatobiliary Surgery was restless, and finally waited until the crack in the door was wide enough for a person, and rushed in with a bang.

"hiss!"

As soon as he entered the door, the blood all over the floor made his eyelids twitch.

He quickly rushed to the operating table.

Passed by two doctors who were taking off their surgical gowns.

"I rely on!"

The two doctors in the vascular surgery department were two steps behind, and were also shocked by the tragic amount of bleeding.

The adrenaline surged instantly, and they picked up the pace again.

"Hurry up!"

The two hurried towards the direction of the operating table, and also passed the doctor beside them.

"Has the bleeding stopped?"

"How's the gut?"

The voices of the chief hepatobiliary surgery chief and the chief vascular surgery chief were anxious and trembling, but the first assistant on the operating table turned a deaf ear to them.

He stared blankly at the patient's abdominal cavity, holding a slender operating handle firmly in his hand.

On the other end of the handle is the blood vessel clamp that has not been pushed out from the beginning to the end.

"Hey! Hey!"

It wasn't until being kicked that Kazusuke was in a trance, and with difficulty moved his eyes away from the patient's abdominal cavity.

He looked at the few big men who appeared beside him with distracted eyes.

"Why are you the only one? What about the others? What's the situation now?"

The Chief Director of Hepatobiliary Surgery, who did not see the expected blood pouring out, frowned deeply.

"Shouldn't the patient"

But aside, the numbers on the monitor are calm and steady.

The anesthesiologist slumped on a small round stool was glaring at him with a large syringe in his mouth.

"Why not! I said that if I can hang the patient's life, I can hang it!"

"What's the situation now?"

The director of vascular surgery, who saw the operative field clearly, also frowned deeply.

Didn't you call him to suture the artery?

What about blood vessels that need suturing?

Shouldn't it be clamped?

Kazusuke, who was kicked again, finally regained his senses.

"director"

He looked at his chief director, and crystal liquid appeared in the corner of his eyes.

"it's over"

"What's over?"

"director"

Kazusuke recalled the art-like, but thunder-like operation that was imprinted in his mind just now, and shed tears that he didn't know whether it was shock or happiness.

"You guys are late"

"The surgery is done"

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la la la la la~

Ann is so tired

(End of this chapter)