Doctor: I picked up attributes in the hospital

Chapter 7

The paravertebral anesthesia has been done, and Gao Jun rarely told Zhao Heng the precautions during anesthesia.

"Xiao Zhao, let me tell you, this anesthesia looks simple, but it is actually a delicate job. For example, someone posted a joke that the patient fell asleep and snored during the operation. This actually shows that the anesthesiologist's The level is high, why? When administering drugs to patients, the amount of muscle relaxants and analgesics must be very precise. The patient did not feel pain during the operation, and the function of the patient’s ventilator has not been affected, so Only the patient can fall asleep and snore."

As he spoke, Gao Jun became a little excited. Nowadays, very few young doctors are interested in anesthesia, and most of them are staring at major operations and the like.

In terms of technology, he is an expert in anesthesia, and his level is also among the top in the country.

Listening to Gao Jun's teaching, Zhao Heng naturally had no choice but to nod.

Seeing Gao Jun eloquently imparting experience and Zhao Heng nodding repeatedly, Xu Manni couldn't help smiling.

This Zhao Heng is really like a fish in water. From the surgeon to the anesthesia, he can cooperate so well. It can be said that he is the most suitable person in the operating room.

Xu Manni glanced at Zhao Heng, and couldn't help but think in her heart.

After a while, the anesthesia was completed, and Song Siming and Li Haiyang entered the operating room.

As soon as he came in, the atmosphere immediately became very serious. This is Song Siming's work style. It can be said that when working with him, other people dare not take a breath.

After entering the operating room and changing into the surgical gown, Song Siming just nodded slightly to Zhao Heng, and didn't say much.

Although yesterday because of Zhao Heng's performance, he paid special attention to Zhao Heng and gave him a chance, but for Song Siming, young people still need to observe if they want to really catch his attention.

"The patient's blood pressure and heart rate are normal."

"Director, the operation can begin."

Gao Jun looked at the life monitor, turned his head and reported to Song Siming.

"How about the anesthesia?"

Song Siming nodded and asked.

Anesthesia is extremely difficult for such a serious chest puncture, so Song Siming was also a little worried.

"It was quite difficult at first, but with Xiao Zhao's cooperation, the anesthesia went smoothly."

Gao Jun pondered for a while, and said in a down-to-earth manner.

When he said this, a trace of surprise appeared in Song Siming's eyes.

"Xiao Zhao, are you still anesthetized?"

Song Siming said with some surprise.

It's nothing more than a good cooperation in the operation, and he also understands the anesthesia. This young man is not easy.

Song Siming couldn't be more clear about Gao Jun's level. It can be said that in the entire anesthesiology department, apart from the director, Song Siming most recognizes Gao Jun, a senior anesthesiologist.

Therefore, to be able to cooperate well with Gao Jun, this anesthesia also has a certain level.

"Learned a little."

Zhao Heng said very humbly.

In front of a giant like Song Siming, he still doesn't have the capital to be proud of.

"Well, yes, young people just need to learn more."

Song Siming nodded in satisfaction. He is humble and eager to learn, and his basic skills are still solid. There are not many such outstanding young people nowadays.

In the past few years, Song Siming often felt that there was no successor, especially after fainting from overwork in the operating room yesterday, this feeling became even stronger.

If possible, he didn't want to make himself so tired that he almost passed out, but the reality is that many operations, especially emergency trauma operations, can't be done without him as the director.

Especially in today's severe trauma caused by the steel bar penetrating the chest, only he, the director of the thoracic surgery department, and several deputy directors in the entire Eastern Hospital have experience in dealing with such large and severe trauma.

To put it bluntly, in Song Siming's opinion, the current generation of young doctors is somewhat out of date.

The sudden appearance of Zhao Heng made him feel bright.

Although the academic qualifications are still poor, other qualities are already very good.

Soon, the operation began.

"Prepare the sternum forceps."

Seeing the steel bars passing through his chest, Song Siming frowned and said.

"Director, do you want to open the chest cavity first?"

Li Haiyang said in a puzzled way.

Generally speaking, for this kind of penetrating chest injury, the first thing to do is to take out the foreign body first, which needs to be done bit by bit. If the chest cavity is opened directly, the foreign body and steel reinforcement will lose its fixation, and the burrs on the surface of the steel reinforcement may damage the arteries and the heart. Great sex.

"There's no time to come a little bit, just do it."

Song Siming did not explain that this patient's condition is very serious. If the chest cavity is not directly opened and the foreign body is taken out directly, if the artery is damaged and bleeding occurs during the process of slowly taking out the steel bar, it is impossible to deal with it at all.

Therefore, it is better to open the chest cavity directly. Even if there is bleeding, there is enough surgical field of view to deal with the bleeding.

At this moment, Zhao Heng saw another white ball of light burst out in front of Song Siming.

Exploding experience again?
The burst rate is quite high.

It seems that the more powerful a person is, the more things will explode.

Zhao Heng couldn't help sighing in his heart at this moment.

Without further ado, Zhao Heng thought, and the white ball of light penetrated into his mind like a stream of light.

"Ding, I found [Experience in Acute Chest Trauma Surgery]..."

Soon, after merging the white light sphere, a lot of chest trauma treatment experience appeared in Zhao Heng's mind.

How to open the chest, how to remove foreign objects, how to prevent heart, lung and nerve damage, all these experiences were integrated in an instant.

The level of surgeons has a lot to do with experience.

Otherwise, there won't be so many surgeons who want to go to a big hospital and have a major operation.

If you stay in a small hospital all the time, it is normal for you not to say that you have done some operations yourself, and you may have never seen them in your life.

"Director, chest pliers."

Xu Manni handed the chest opener to Song Siming, and began to remind.

At this moment, Song Siming is thinking, because if the chest is to be opened, then there must be a person who uses both hands to fix the steel bar inserted into the chest. This person's hands must be very steady, and it will take at least half an hour to finish at the beginning. There can be no shaking.

Otherwise, the burrs on the surface of the steel bar may stab the artery at any time, causing massive bleeding.

It would be catastrophic if the artery ruptured and hemorrhage occurred while the rebar was still in the patient.

So, among the people present, who can have such stability?

Song Siming is weighing.

"Director, let me come, I am young and have good physical strength."

Seeing Song Siming's balance, Zhao Heng, who has integrated the experience of acute chest trauma surgery from Song Siming's body, in a way, his treatment and thinking mode for this patient are the same as Song Siming's.

Seeing Zhao Heng speak, Li Haiyang, who was standing aside, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He had done this job before, although it was only half an hour, but he had to hold the steel bar with both hands, be immobile, and be highly concentrated. After half an hour, his hands would immediately become numb and unconscious, which was not a good feeling.

"Okay, you come."

Song Siming, who was still thinking about the trade-offs, nodded in relief when he saw Zhao Heng volunteering, and his impression of Zhao Heng became better for a while.

It was hard work, and he knew it.

(End of this chapter)