Doctor of Healing

"Really?"

"Open the carbon dioxide pipe, I will know after a few breaths."

"Director Bai, let me come." Ji Xiang stopped him.

"No, I'll do it." Director Bai was very firm, he bumped Ji Xiang's chest with his shoulder with a smile, "Don't worry, I know what's going on."

I have a number in my mind.

Ji Xiang has no idea where Director Bai's confidence comes from.

But if someone watched it, probably there would be no problem. Ji Xiang didn't insist.

After resting for a few minutes, Director Bai returned to the third hand.

A smile was already on his face.

The anesthetist was very unskilled in connecting the pipeline of the oxygen mask to the carbon dioxide interface.

"Director, is this okay?" the anesthesiologist asked in a low voice.

"I don't know." The director of the anesthesiology department was also worried.

But Director Bai insisted, and he didn't say anything.

Putting on an oxygen mask connected to carbon dioxide, Director Bai stood and began to test his breathing.

After a few breaths, he figured out the problem, became more and more confident, and began to take a deep breath.

fine?

fine!

It's really all right! !
A few minutes later, Director Bai took off the oxygen mask, and said in a firm tone, "The pipe is reversed."

"!!!"

"!!!"

"Director Bai, this... is impossible."

"You'll know if you try it." Director Bai said, "Fortunately, you're fucking lucky!"

Director Bai mentioned the word luck again and again.

The director of the anesthesiology department was dubious. The confidant doctor beside him knew that the director would not try it easily, and he didn't want to be embarrassed, so he could only do it by himself.

After inhaling "carbon dioxide" for a few minutes, the anesthesiologist took off the oxygen mask with a strange expression.

"It feels...really oxygen."

"Huh?!" The director of the anesthesiology department was puzzled.

"Okay, let's report for maintenance." Director Bai said with a relaxed face.

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, and the director of the anesthesiology department followed Director Bai, "Director Bai, how did you know that?"

"The year before last, our medical department held a meeting, and there was a vicious medical dispute in a large third-class hospital in the capital city."

"The cause is a little different from ours. A chief surgeon failed three operations in a row, and the patient was in a critical condition. It was everyone's problem, but the surgeon in their hospital was not convinced. Why did the operation fail? So, they began to investigate."

"It was later discovered that the oxygen and carbon dioxide pipes in the operating room were reversed."

"We are the same as them!" the head of the anesthesiology department asked in surprise.

"I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence at the beginning. I realized it just after carbon dioxide poisoning." Director Bai said, "It turned out to be the same situation afterwards."

As Director Bai said, he shook his head, "Fortunately, the third hand didn't have laparoscopic surgery!"

The director of the anesthesiology department also turned pale after hearing this, and fine beads of sweat came out.

Indeed, laparoscopic surgery needs to inflate the abdominal cavity.

Carbon dioxide is normally given, but if oxygen is given, the operator, nurse, and patient's vital signs do not give any hints. Once the electric knife is used during the operation, the operator presses the electric cut, and sparks are generated locally.

As I imagined, the sound of "bang" explosion has already sounded.

Fortunately, fortunately, fortunately.

Director Bai was very upset, and moved his lips a few times, as if he was slandering the decoration company.

But the depth of the water here, Director Bai doesn't have much to say, just try the danger himself and find out the problem.

As long as nothing happens, Director Bai has no further demands on this.

His position is the most fucked up place in the hospital, and there is no good fruit to eat.

Director Bai is already quite satisfied with being able to protect himself well and reduce clinical accidents.

After leaving the operating room, Ji Xiang admired Director Bai very much.

"Director Bai, you are working too hard." Ji Xiang sighed.

"Hey." Director Bai shook his head, but then he looked at Lin Jiuze.

"Doctor Lin." Director Bai looked away and said with a smile, "If you have any difficulties in this area, please mention it."

Lin Jiuze said, "Everything is going well, Director Bai can rest assured."

"By the way, is there any time limit for your studies?" Director Bai asked casually.

"..."

This sentence happened to ask Lin Jiuze the most tangled point, he didn't answer, and remained silent.

Director Bai was very happy with Lin Jiuze's reaction.

What he was most afraid of was that Lin Jiu said - he would leave in a few days.

As long as Lin Jiu hesitates, this is the best answer!

For someone like him to stay, that means asking for something.

"Doctor Lin, don't worry." Director Bai said with a smile, "There must be many things you are not used to when you go back to China, but it is home after all. No matter how long you stay at our home, as long as you have difficulties, you can come to me."

"Okay, Director Bai." Lin Jiu replied vaguely.

Director Bai didn't say much, and after chatting with Ji Xiang for a few words, he went back to rest.

There are too many things happening today, especially carbon dioxide poisoning. Although the time is short, Director Bai still needs time to heal the wounds in his body.

Ji Xiang returned to the ward and started to get busy.

The days are like this, doing almost the same work day by day.

Although the patients are different, the patients accepted by a department are basically the same.

a few days later.

Catch up with Meng Qingfei's night shift again, Ji Xiang went to the emergency department to accompany Mr. Meng on duty.

As soon as he arrived at the emergency department, the physician saw Ji Xiang, and he shouted, "Doctor Xiaoji!"

"Hey, what's the matter, Mr. He."

"You come here." Internal medicine old He waved and called Ji Xiang aside.

"Didn't Xiaomeng write a paper some time ago?"

"Thesis?" Ji Xiang was taken aback, recalled carefully, and vaguely remembered that Meng Qingfei wanted to write a thesis, and seemed to have told the old internal medicine doctor He to sell it to him.

But Jixiang has never been in touch with what happened after that.

"Using medication can cause damage to liver function."

"Oh oh." Ji Xiang remembered.

The patient made his own comments and went home, and he didn't care what happened afterwards.

It's just a matter of medication.

"The thesis is finished?"

"Almost!" Lao He said happily, "It is said that it has passed the first trial."

"So fast?" Ji Xiang wondered.

Meng Qingfei didn't have his own resources, so two or three months of manuscript review might not yield results.

"Xiao Meng said it was your luck." Dr. He said proudly.

People are in good spirits on happy occasions, and Lao He has never published a SCI paper in his life. This should be the first time, and the smile on his face can no longer be concealed.

"..."

"After Xiaomeng finished writing the thesis, he did not mail it directly, but found the manufacturer."

It was so!
Meng Qingfei said Teacher Meng is a real thief, Ji Xiang laughed.

"The manufacturer attaches great importance to the paper, and has hired a professional to help revise it. It is said that it will be published as a case."

"Congratulations." Ji Xiang said.

"Ham, how should I put it, thank you very much." Lao He said with a smile, "You go to Xiaomeng, and I will go to the observation room to take a look."

"Okay!"

Ji Xiang walked to the door of the emergency department, and before he could say hello to Meng Qingfei, there was a sudden commotion behind him.