The Surgeon's Studio

"I'm fine,"she said. Department Director Miao said.

"Director, can you help me take a look?" Director Liu said in a low voice,"the patient's condition has stabilized, but I'm still worried ..."

"Alright," he said. Department Director Miao agreed without any hesitation, as if he was still the director of the urology department of # 912.

After hearing director Miao's agreement, director Liu felt more confident.

After hanging up the video call, Department Director Liu looked at the patient who was lying on the operating table in a stable state and let out a long breath.

Those few minutes were really scary.

Subconsciously, director Liu asked director Miao to call him. This was just an impression, an idea, and a consciousness left in his heart over the years.

If there was a situation that he could not judge accurately, he would need to look for Department Director Miao. Although this thought had gradually faded with Department Director Miao's retirement, at the critical moment, Department Director Liu still seemed to have caught the last ...

Was it straw or blades? Department Director Liu was stunned for a moment.

After the emergency treatment was successful, reality returned. What if Department Director Miao took the opportunity to make a comeback? This question appeared in director Liu's mind, and once he thought about it, he could not erase it.

At that time, Department Director Miao had left the Department he was familiar with because of the incident of jumping off the building. It was an accident, an accident that no one expected.

When there was no leader, director Liu seized the opportunity. He didn't fall into endless pain, but immediately took the position of Acting Director through various channels.

At first, he had regarded director Miao as his biggest rival. Director Liu was only the Acting Director at that time. He knew that as long as director Miao recovered and returned, his dream of becoming a director would be broken.

However, as the heavens wished, Department Director Miao was so disheartened that he unexpectedly chose to retire.

However, Department Director Liu's position was not stable. He was a little timid just now, and the patient suddenly showed a state that he did not understand and was on the verge of death. Department Director Liu subconsciously grabbed the last razor blade.

Now that he thought about it, the patient should be fine, but what about him?

Department Director Liu was a little confused.

By right, director Miao had already retired. However, once he was rehired, would the few leading professors who were initially suppressed by him and were eager to make a move surround director Miao and go against him?

All these scheming thoughts flashed through director Liu's mind.

However, he could not think too much about it. Department Director Liu sat on a stool in the corner of the operating theater in a daze. For a moment, he could not think of anything else in the emergency first aid, but in the next moment, he was back to the reality of mutual deception. Department Director Liu felt that his mind was a little muddled.

Even though the patient's condition was stable, Department Director Liu only had some understanding of gas embolism, and he was not sure what other complications would come after that.

'Forget it. I'll just wait for Department Director Miao to come back.'

Director Liu was a little annoyed. Actually, being a professor was not bad. At least, there was no pressure. It was better for him to perform freelance surgeries and eat to earn some money on the weekends than to be in such a state of fear in the Department.

"Department Director Liu, what should we do next?" Old he looked at the patient on the operating table and then at Department Director Liu.

"Let's wait for Department Director Miao to come. " Director Liu said.

Old he smiled. Some people were suitable to be a Department Director, and some were not. Director Liu was one of the not-so-suitable ones. He was not thick-skinned enough, not black-hearted enough, and was the kind of good person in the traditional sense.

Forget it, this matter has nothing to do with me. Anyway, boss Zheng had remembered him at the critical moment, and Brother Yun had called him. This had once again proved his position in the medical team.

"It's good to be able to stay by boss Zheng's side and be a professional anesthetist." Old he took out a USB drive from his pocket and inserted it into the USB port.

He was also one of those people who were not born to be a leader. It was better to study the business and follow boss Zheng.

Old he understood that since director Xu had given him the position of Associate Chief physician, he would take it. However, he could only do nothing. It was enough for him to just be an Associate Chief physician.

Old he gradually became happy as Lucky's song sounded.

In the beginning, he was also a little resistant to the song "good luck." He only had to listen to it once or twice, and he would soon get tired of it if he had to listen to it for every surgery.

However, after the incident with the Red Wedding dress, no matter how old he listened to' good luck ', he felt that it was very good. It was simply the background music for surgery, and there was no music more suitable than it.

Until now, if one did not listen to this song, they would not feel that it was a surgery. Even if he wasn't on the same channel as boss Zheng, old he was used to playing 'good luck' on loop.

Old he sat in front of the operating table and looked at the anesthetist. He then looked at the patient's electrocardiogram monitor and ventilator before he said,"Little Xiu, turn off the pure oxygen supply and decrease the oxygen concentration."

"Oh!" The anesthetist immediately followed old he's instructions.

"Old he, don't you think he's suffering from brain fatigue?" The anesthetist asked.

"I don't think so. Aren't you always trying to save people when there's a problem? I took a look at the medication used during the emergency treatment and I don't think there will be any problems. " Old he said with a smile.

"There's a gas embolism in the left ventricle. Will it cause cerebral infarction?" The anesthetist timidly asked another sharp question.

This question was like a hammer that smashed into director Liu's heart.

"I don't think so. I just took a quick look at the patient's reflex. The embolism hasn't reached the brain yet. We'll know when director Miao and boss Zheng come. " Old he said his thoughts but was determined not to be involved.

"You scared me to death." The anesthetist sat on a stool beside the operating table and panted heavily as he said,"fortunately, Department Director Liu made a quick decision and called Department Director Miao as soon as possible."

Old he looked at the anesthetist and knew that he was also a little dumbfounded. 'How can he say such things in front of Department Director Liu?'

She glanced at director Liu again and saw that he was sitting in the corner of the room absent-mindedly. She didn't know what he was thinking, so she smiled and changed the topic.

"Do you know why I'm willing to listen to this" good luck "song?"

"Ah?" The anesthetist was stunned for a moment. Old he had changed the topic so abruptly that he could not understand what was going on.

"Boss Zheng uses background music when he performs surgery. Although I don't think boss Zheng listens to music at all, he never makes a mistake during his surgery. Listening to this song, it really wardens all evil!" Old he smiled and said,"I recommend you!"

"Er ..." The anesthetist was stunned for a moment. He carefully listened to the cheerful music of good luck. It was indeed like this. When it came to surgery, no matter if it was the patient, the patient's family, the doctor, or the nurse, all of them would ask for a good lip service.

Just based on the good taste, if they were lucky, they would be directly chosen.

"I'll play it next time too. Old he, I'll copy your USB later. " The anesthetist said.

"Go download it yourself. Mine is exclusively for boss Zheng." Old he said.

After they chatted for a while, the atmosphere in the operating theater gradually became more relaxed.