Sleepless Doctor

Director Zhao Xiangming brushed his hands, disinfected, and placed sterile sheets.

He hadn't done these jobs in a few years, but today's situation is special, Zhao Xiangming didn't dare to ask for a big deal and did it himself.

Although he has not spread a sterile sheet for at least ten years, Zhao Xiangming has a solid basic skills, which is not difficult. If Mr. Wu finds fault with the shop, does he still have the face to undergo surgery?

Wu Mian brushed his hands, put on clothes and gloves, and stood in a position of help.

Professor Barack was not used to the second assistant's position. When Zhao Xiangming came up, he habitually squeezed Zhao Xiangming away with his left shoulder.

"Bellak." Wu Mian said in a deep voice, "stand where you are."

"It's not in the way, it's not in the way." Zhao Xiangming explained again and again.

"How can it not get in the way?" Wu Mian said, "The surgeon should stand in the surgeon's position, and the second assistant must make room for the surgeon."

"BOSS, you are right." Professor Barak withdrew 20cm to the side of the patient's leg, giving Zhao Xiangming the most comfortable position.

This... Zhao Xiangming originally thought that he was a backer, and the operation must have been done by Teacher Wu and Professor Barak. And I only need to stand for an hour to prove that I am a surgeon, so I don't have to embarrass Teacher Wu.

But I never thought that Teacher Wu would have to do it himself.

It's not that Zhao Xiangming couldn't do it, but the two great people around him watched his operation. He seemed to have just returned to the hospital when he was an intern doing the first appendectomy.

Time flies. Twenty-eight years ago, Zhao Xiangming had just entered the hospital. He was overwhelmed by the appearance of an appendectomy, and his back was flowing.

In the end, he fought for an opportunity to have an operation. The director stood in the position opposite to Teacher Wu. He didn't look serious, chatting with the equipment nurse, and the car started flying.

But Zhao Xiangming knew that the director's eyes were very critical, and he had been watching the process of his operation.

This kind of surgery can only succeed, not fail.

If it succeeds, the director may not continue to put himself in the operation; but if it fails, he will inevitably enter the cold palace. Don't think about it within three years.

Zhao Xiangming was the most nervous in the operation since he joined the doctor.

He never thought that after twenty-eight years there would be an even more stressful operation waiting for him.

Wu Mian received the electric heating and suction device, stroked the thread, wrapped the thread with a sterile sheet, ordered a round needle No. 7 thread, and knotted it after sewing.

Professor Barak picked up the suction device and prepared to "smoking" like an intern.

Electric heating stops bleeding, separation, and there will be smoke. Although it is not decisive whether to smoke or not. But the second help is usually interns, and they are idle as well? Finally go to the operating table? Something has to be done.

But that was an intern, and now standing next to him is Professor Barak, a world-renowned gastrointestinal surgeon.

Zhao Xiangming feels a lot of pressure.

"Ms. Wu? I just took a taxi to Jianxie Hospital? After getting off the bus, the driver didn't even accept cash." Professor Barak prepared everything and started talking habitually.

"Oh? It's normal." Wu Mian said, "Now Huaxia rarely uses cash in China. Some time ago, my mother did laundry? Forgot to kick dozens of dollars in the trouser pocket? I washed them together. The distress is enough, I Stare at me as soon as I get home."

"I heard that electronic payment is developed because of the many counterfeit currency in China." Professor Barak said, "It is really hard to imagine that the counterfeit currency in your place will be flooded to such an extent."

"Barack? As a doctor? You have to have the ability to distinguish between true and false." Wu Mian smiled faintly. "Propaganda and slander are all normal. After all, you Ansa gang never say anything good about us, but You are a doctor and need to be upright? At the very least, you must ensure the basic concepts of right and wrong."

"Teacher Wu, I feel very sorry for the Ansa gang you said." Professor Belak said.

Zhao Xiangming listened to Wu Mian and Professor Barack chatting in his ears. The tension in his heart eased slightly. Holding the knife with the pen, take a straight mouth next to the right rectus abdominis, and cut the skin 8 cm.

A piece of white gauze covered the incision for the first time? The red blood penetrated the gauze? It looked like a winter plum blossom on the snow.

With the electric burn, Zhao Xiangming slapped the scalpel on the side of the patient's leg. When he took the hemostatic forceps, Wu Mian had already stopped the bleeding.

Having a good assistant is an extremely important part of surgery. Generally speaking, this step will "wasted" about 2 minutes to stop the bleeding, but Mr. Wu did it quickly and waited for the blunt separation.

Zhao Xiangming didn't dare to delay, and began to bluntly separate with the middle bend.

"There is nothing to regret." Wu Mian assisted Zhao Xiangming in the operation and chatted with Professor Barak. "You have done a good job in propaganda work, and I am envious."

"Teacher Wu, I think that's all the truth." Professor Barack emphasized.

"Cut." Wu Mian glanced at Professor Barrac contemptuously, and said, "For example, have you ever seen it? The film written and directed by Jean Jacques Arnault."

"I've seen it." Professor Barack said, "Jean Jacques Arnault is a genius director. When watching soldiers approaching the city, I never thought that the defense of Stalingrad would be so cruel!"

"From the narrative point of view, there is nothing wrong with the film, and the overall rhythm is also very good. But Barack, have you noticed that Jean Jacques Arnault is mixed with countless private goods?" Wu Mian asked.

"What private goods?"

"The war superintendent set up a machine gun in the back and chose a few extremely ugly Slavs to play. My god, if World War II were so simple, now Santoko would have unified Europe long ago."

"What is Santoku?"

"The German Third Reich."

"..." Professor Barak was taken aback. He was speaking in Mandarin after all. These stalks still need to be reflected~www.readwn.com~Wu Mian said while assisting Zhao Xiangming to protect the peritoneum and cut the peritoneum. The suction device in Professor Barack's hand was inserted in the first time.

The movement is gentle, close to the inside of the peritoneum, so as not to damage the organs.

The sound of babbling lala came from the suction device, there was no **** ascites, only a small amount of light yellow liquid.

"Director Zhao, wait a moment." Wu Mian said, "I'll touch it."

Zhao Xiangming immediately let go of the incision, and Wu Mian stretched **** in, and gently placed the foreign body in the duodenum like a pulse.

"The foreign body is 14.6cm long, hard in nature, and has serious adhesion." Wu Mian said while touching it.

"Boss, your feel is as good as always. I think you can perceive the level of Simi, why don't you say it? Everyone in this room will be shocked by how you feel, just like the first time I paired with you. Same time.” Professor Barrac will never let go of any chance of flattering.

Straightforwardly makes everyone around you feel ashamed.