Doctor of Healing

Chapter 296 Can You Do It?

"Professor Deng, what are you going to do next? Do you want to continue the operation or just go on like this?" the itinerant nurse asked.

Deng Chaohong hesitated again and again, and said in a deep voice, "Let me take a look and communicate. I guess there is something wrong."

After speaking, he turned and stepped down.

The itinerant nurse didn't speak, and watched Deng Chaohong leave.

She sighed only after the door of the operating room closed, "Old Deng's luck is really bad."

"Someone used blood products to water flowers a few years ago, have you seen that?" the anesthesiologist asked.

"Look, I haven't been to the voluntary blood donation organization since then. There seems to be an explanation later, but I don't believe it." The itinerant nurse said contemptuously.

"This time I guess it's... Even if Lao Deng asks, the blood station will definitely say that an emergency patient called, who the hell knows where the blood went." The anesthesiologist cursed.

"It has nothing to do with us." The itinerant nurse said, "Let's not say a few words."

"I just don't like it." The anesthesiologist said with embarrassment, "The patient's family members went to donate blood, but they didn't have it when they used it. Isn't this a scam?"

"Alas." The itinerant nurse sighed, sitting on a chair in the corner, her eyes out of focus, staring blankly at the ventilator.

Zhao Tianjiao asked ignorantly, "Sister Liu, isn't it a targeted blood donation? If you don't say it, it will be gone."

"who knows."

The itinerant nurse knew that Zhao Tianjiao was the son of Director Zhao, so she didn't say anything if she could not say it, and she would lose it if she said too much.

The operating room was very quiet. Deng Chaohong slapped the scalpel on one side with blood stains, and the light of the shadowless lamp dimly flickered in the blood stains.

After 10 minutes, Deng Chaohong walked in.

"Old Deng, what should we do?"

"How do I know!" Deng Chaohong said angrily.

"You are a surgeon, if you don't know who knows." The roving nurse came up fiercely, almost pointing at Deng Chaohong's nose and about to curse.

This is considered polite, if Deng Chaohong dared to speak back, there would be countless ugly words waiting for him.

"Calm down, calm down." The anesthesiologist advised, "Professor Deng, do you still have the surgery?"

"The patient's family members have gone to the blood bank, we are waiting for news." Deng Chaohong said dejectedly.

"Damn it!" the anesthesiologist cursed in a low voice.

If the patient can't come down, he has to maintain the patient's anesthesia. If it takes too long, there must be a problem.

If something goes wrong in one link, all the links are not easy to do. The anesthesiologist has already used silver needles in his mind to prick the people in the blood station full of holes.

"Old Deng, are you okay?" the itinerant nurse asked.

"I don't know either. I made a decision before I came on stage, and I changed my mind within two hours." Deng Chaohong said bitterly, "Who knows what happened, who knows what to do."

"wait."

The operating room fell silent, and everyone was thinking about different things in their hearts.

Ten minutes later, Deng Chaohong's cell phone rang.

"Dean Sun, it's me."

"Surgery... no problem, it doesn't matter how much blood will be produced during the operation. 5000ml is already the limit, there is no other way." Although Deng Chaohong faced the dean's inquiry, he still insisted, "Professor Qian made a machine some time ago. , transfused 6000 milliliters of blood. 5000 milliliters is really the limit.”

"Okay, then I'll wait."

After hanging up the phone, the anesthesiologist asked curiously, "Why, you're making trouble with the dean so soon?"

"The patient's family members were upset and wanted to smash the blood station, and even contacted reporters and big Vs from the self-media. They said that it had been spread on the Internet, and the hospital also had a headache." Deng Chaohong said with a sigh.

This thing is getting more and more troublesome.

Although I have done everything I can, if something happens in the end, the clinical frontline people will definitely be thrown out as scapegoats.

At that time, if I get blasted by the Internet, I will be fucked. I didn't do anything. This is an innocent disaster.

Deng Chaohong brushed his hair down strand by strand.

Sometimes I really don't want to do it anymore, it's thankless.

If I had known that the blood bank was such a dog, I would definitely not accept this operation.

Oh shit!Deng Chaohong cursed again.

"Has his family smashed the blood station? It's the blood station's fault if you say it's broken, smash it! You can't be a big grievance!!" The roving nurse said not afraid of big things.

"They almost belong to the group..." the anesthetist said half a sentence, and forcibly held back, "It must be the leader of the Municipal Health and Medical Commission who found our dean. If there is a trouble, everyone will not look good. Just wait."

Deng Chaohong stared blankly at the patients on the operating table in a daze.

After a long time, the door of the operating room opened and Zhao Jixiang walked in.

"Professor Deng, how are you doing now?" Zhao Jixiang asked.

Deng Chaohong got up quickly and explained the problem before him.

"The blood is gone. It is said to be a high-speed serial car accident, and people are being rescued at the First Attached Hospital." Zhao Jixiang explained, "President Sun means that you should find a way to complete the operation."

Deng Chaohong was about to explode, he was angry, but suppressed it forcefully.In order not to show negative emotions, I can only lower my head.

His hands had unconsciously clenched into fists.

Highway car accident, who the hell knows if it's true or not!Deng Chaohong was extremely resentful.

Anyway, the amount of blood I wanted was not enough, and I had to do the surgery myself, so what happened in the end was all my fault.

"Professor Deng, that's what Dean Sun meant, you see." Zhao Jixiang said lightly.

Deng Chaohong originally counted on Zhao Jixiang to help him with a word, but his meaning was very clear, he was not going to help, "strictly keep neutral".

"Dean Zhao, you know how many branches the transverse lumbar artery has, and it will definitely bleed a lot during surgery." Deng Chaohong explained bravely.

"Professor Deng, come with me."

Zhao Jixiang turned around with his hands behind his back and left the operating room.

Seeing Deng Chaohong going out, the itinerant nurse was curious, and leaned over to the anesthetist and asked, "Old Qu, what's going on?"

"It may be that there will be a meeting in the province recently, so there must be no trouble." The anesthesiologist said vaguely.

The itinerant nurse understood in seconds, and she walked away helplessly.

Soon, the door of the operating room opened, and Zhao Jixiang and Deng Chaohong walked in.

"The blood station is actively allocating blood sources. It should be possible. Go and tell the patient's family members, and then hurry up and do it."

"Okay, Dean Zhao."

Deng Chaohong took a deep look at Zhao Jixiang, and went out wearing surgical gowns to communicate with the patient's family.

The anesthetist was very helpless, he knew that this was the tragedy of front-line personnel.

Although there are all kinds of difficulties, but there is nothing you can do.

After another 20 minutes, Deng Chaohong came back, and the person who came in with him was not Director Zhao but Director Bai.

Director Bai's expression was very calm. After entering, he stood in a corner without saying a word.

"Director Bai, you're here." The anesthesiologist greeted quickly.

"En." Director Bai nodded.

"Can the blood really be mixed?" the anesthetist asked.

Director Bai looked at him with eyes like a fool, making the anesthesiologist a little ashamed.

(End of this chapter)