I'm really an intern

Chapter 442 Thank you for your hard work

"call--"

When he walked to the door of the operating room, Zhang Tianyang breathed a sigh of relief.

After the rescue was completed, the effect of the adrenaline surge gradually faded, and fatigue hit him like a tide, and his feet went limp.

"Teacher be careful!"

The chief surgeon was looking forward to Zhang Tianyang with his buttocks pouted, so he helped him up with his arm.

"Teacher, are you okay?"

The surgeon in charge laughed along with him, and graciously supported Zhang Tianyang to stand still, then withdrew his hand, and then rubbed it reflexively.

He was a little nervous, the sweat on his palms was mixed with half-clotted blood, making it greasy when rubbed.

On the opposite side, a bloody handprint suddenly appeared on Zhang Tianyang's surgical gown.

Zhang Tianyang looked down at the purple color on his clothes and remained silent.

The director of the Department of Urology also looked down at the purple color on Zhang Tianyang's body, and when he looked up at the chief surgeon, his eyes were not friendly.

"Ah this"

The smile on the chief surgeon's face gradually stiffened and froze.

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"The rescue was successful?"

In the end, it was the cleaning lady who interrupted the embarrassment of the three of them with a smile.

Auntie dragged a cart of yellow and black garbage bags and a large green bucket, and took out three pairs of brand new slippers from the bucket with ease.

"Dirty shoes? Want to get new ones?"

Zhang Tianyang blinked, looked back at the rows of footprints extending from the pool of blood behind him, and turned his head to Auntie Cleaning to show a smile that met social expectations.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, I may have to clean up later."

"There's no trouble for you here!" Aunt Baojie smiled, "It's not easy for the patient to be rescued!"

She is an old fritter who has been in the operating room for many years. Whether an operation is successful or not can be distinguished from the facial expressions of the doctors who only show a pair of eyes.

"Hurry up and change your clothes! Especially you, wash your face!"

Playing the role of an old lady for a while, she drove the three doctors with blood on their bodies to the locker room. The cleaning lady especially took care of the doctor who was full of blood on his face and had no time to wash.

"The young man has worked hard to save people!"

The surgeon who was mistakenly thanked by the cleaning aunt moved his lips a few times, and his face turned red with a "rub".

But there was a mess of red on his face, which couldn't be seen at all.

Seeing that Zhang Tianyang was about to go far away, the chief surgeon quickly took the opportunity to catch up.

"Teacher, thank you for coming to the rescue today"

On the operating table, silence lasted for a while.

Kazusuke stared at the abdominal cavity again in a daze.

His eyes were fixed on the artery that Zhang Tianyang had stitched up.

The patient's blood transfusion has been suspended, and the thick red color is rapidly transferring from the blood bag to the patient's body.

With the efforts of Pan Anesthesia, although the heartbeat on the monitor is still much faster than normal, it has become calm and regular.

"Didi, Didi"

The cry of the monitor became softer and softer, each sound corresponding to a heartbeat of the patient.

The re-inflated blood vessel also contracted and contracted with the beating of the heartbeat.

Almost thin, unrealistic sutures leave short threads on the vessel wall.

Every time the blood flows through, the thread will reflect colored light because of the bulging of the blood vessels.

People worry about whether it will collapse in the next second.

But no.

The suture site was perfectly preserved amidst the blood flow again and again.

Izuku was amazed.

That damned blood vessel was spurting out hot blood unscrupulously just now.

But now, no blood seeps out at all!

He didn't know whether to praise Zhang Tianyang for being a god, or to lament the exquisite structure of the human body.

All he knew was that from today onwards, he might never forget those sharp eyes.

The chief director of hepatobiliary surgery was also in a daze.

The messy operating room and operating table all told the danger just now.

His rich clinical experience made him more aware of what a terrifying scene it would be if the artery ruptured and no bleeding point could be found.

But right now, the row upon row of abdominal cavity looks so out of place with the surrounding blood.

Not to mention the difficulty of laparotomy in case of massive bleeding.

Simply speaking, how long would it take to perform such an exquisite laparotomy by yourself?

15 minutes?

Two 10 minutes?

But how long has it been since I received the call to rush over?

Less than 10 minute?

Moreover, I heard that the doctor who rescued the scene didn't come over to check the situation at the first time. From the time he rushed up to the completion of the laparotomy, it took all the time, 5 minutes?

5 minutes, if you throw it to the doctors under you, what can they do?

Maybe the skin has just been cut open, and the bleeding point is finished?

So, who is that doctor?

How did he do that?

I heard from the nurses in the audience that the doctors who rescued the scene were very uncomfortable.

Is there a new expert like this in the surgical system of Dongfang Hospital?

The person brought by the chief urologist

After the operation is over, go to the urology department to ask, and then scold that idiot at home!

The two doctors in the vascular surgery department were also amazed.

They actually don't know much about the previous hemorrhage, but they know the task they were called to—

They're here to stitch blood vessels.

But now

The director of the vascular surgery couldn't help but put on the surgical gown and gloves, and carefully pulled apart the tissue around the sutured aorta, squinting his eyes and looking carefully.

"The method is very good!"

After looking at it for a while, he nodded approvingly.

"I feel that there is no need to take the patient to the intervention room to see the blood vessels later. There is nothing wrong with the suture! It is professional!"

As soon as the words fell, he was stunned for a while.

"Girls in the audience, you just said that the doctor who rescued the scene was from the Department of Urology?"

The Chief of Vascular Surgery frowned.

"Did you misunderstand the person? After all, it should be from the Trauma Orthopedics Team, right?"

He subconsciously looked towards the door of the operating room.

The two doctors who passed by just now had disappeared.

The nurse under the stage unpacked the new equipment with a "tear" and rolled her eyes.

"I saw that little brother in the operating room last week, he is from the Department of Urology! Besides, the director of the Department of Urology was here just now! Why don't you believe me!"

"You know him!"

The director of vascular surgery's eyes lit up.

"No, girl in the audience, after you get off the stage, you have to take me to meet someone!"

"Okay, okay, what are you going to do with this operation now? Let's talk about it after finishing it first."

"Hey, hey, it must have been dangerous just now!"

The cleaning lady stood at the door of the operating room with a set of cleaning tools.

On the road from the door of the operating room to the operating table, dry and semi-dried bloody footprints criss-crossed, shocking.

Further inside, pools of blood, large and small, reflected light, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of blood.

Aunt Baojie looked at the mess in the operating room and shook her head slightly.

In my mind, I recalled the quarrel in the exclusive lounge of the cleaning staff when I just received the call notification.

"Ah! Room 22? There was an accident over there just now, and blood was everywhere, so I don't want to clean it!"

"There are still two operating rooms on my side that have just finished surgery and haven't been cleaned yet. They're not free, so go!"

"Which operating room at this point can complete the first operation? If you don't want to go, find a better reason!"

"Then you go!"

"I'm not going!"

No one wants to clean this operating room.

Because there's blood everywhere.

Also because of "unlucky".

But she stood up directly, picked out a set of equipment and came over.

It's not because she "works hard", and it has nothing to do with "workplace bullying".

Purely because she wanted to come.

After staying in the operating room for so many years, this is the operating room she likes to clean the most.

Although I don't know what happened before.

But, no matter what, the patient who just slipped in the hands of death is still lying there, isn't he?

How "lucky" this is.

How wonderful it is to witness such a miracle.

He looked up at the direction of the operating table.

There, several figures had already changed into brand new surgical gowns, lowered their heads, and operated seriously.

The cleaning aunt murmured.

"Thank you for your hard work!"

Gululululu~

　Push the book, "I really don't want to be a trainer", author Beichuan Nanhai.It seems to be a fan of the elf, there are a lot of technical terms and the like, but I have never seen the elf, it does not affect the food, and there is a point.

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