Chapter 2720

"I'm fine." Director Miao said.

"Director, would you like to help me?" Director Liu whispered, "the patient's condition has stabilized now, but I'm still worried..."

"OK." Director Miao agreed without hesitation, as if he were still the director of 912 urology.

After hearing director Miao's promise, director Liu had a bottom in his heart.

Hanging up the video, director Liu looked at the patient lying on the operating table in a stable state and took a long breath.

Those few minutes were really scary.

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

If you have your own judgment, you need to find director Miao. Although the idea gradually fades with director Miao's retirement, director Liu seems to have caught the last moment in a hurry

Straw or blade? Director Liu was stunned.

After the rescue, the reality came back to us. What if director Miao takes the opportunity to kill a horse gun? This problem appears in director Liu's mind and cannot be erased once he remembers it.

At that time, director Miao left the familiar department because of jumping off a building. It was an accident that no one thought of.

When there were no leaders, director Liu seized the opportunity. Instead of falling into endless pain, he occupied the position of acting director through various channels for the first time.

Originally, he regarded director Miao as his biggest opponent. Director Liu was only the acting director at that time. He knew that as long as director Miao returned from illness, the director's dream would be broken.

However, God goes with people's wishes. Director Miao is disheartened and unexpectedly chooses to retire directly.

However, director Liu did not sit steadily in this position. Just for a moment, the patient suddenly appeared in a state he did not understand and was on the verge of death. Director Liu subconsciously grabbed the last blade.

Now think about it, the patient should be fine, but what about himself?

Director Liu is a little confused.

It is said that director Miao has retired, but once he is re employed, will several leading professors who were originally ready to suppress him turn against him?

These intriguing ideas flashed through director Liu's mind.

But he couldn't think so much. Director Liu sat on the stool in the corner of the operating room. For a moment, he couldn't remember other things. For a moment, he returned to the reality of intrigue. Director Liu felt a little confused.

Although the patient's condition is stable, he only knows something about gas embolism. Director Liu doesn't know what complications will occur later.

Forget it, just wait until director Miao comes back.

Director Liu is a little bored. In fact, it's good to be a group professor. At least there's no pressure. It's better to run and fly knives on weekends, eat hard and earn some money than to be so frightened in Corey.

"Director Liu, what shall we do next?" Lao he looked at the patient lying on the operating table and took another look. Director Liu asked.

"Wait a minute, wait until director Miao comes." Director Liu said.

Lao he smiled. Some people are suitable for being a director, others are not. Director Liu belongs to the kind that is not suitable. He is not thick skinned enough and his heart is not black enough. He is a kind of good man in the traditional sense.

Forget it, it has nothing to do with yourself. Anyway, boss Zheng thought of himself at the critical moment. Brother Yun called him, which proved his position in the medical group again.

It's also good to stay quietly with boss Zheng and be a special anesthesiologist. Lao he took out the USB flash disk from his pocket and inserted it into the USB interface.

I also belong to the kind of person who is not a leader by nature. It's better to study the business and follow boss Zheng.

Lao he thought clearly. Director Xu gave himself a deputy director and he followed. But I can only do nothing. It's enough to hang the name of deputy director.

With the singing of good luck, Lao he gradually became happy.

At the beginning, he also had some resistance to this song. It was enough to listen to it twice. He had to listen to every operation and would soon get bored.

However, after the red wedding dress, Lao he felt good when he listened to good luck. It was just a special BGM for surgery. There was no more suitable music than it.

Until now, it doesn't seem like going on stage for surgery if you don't listen to this song. Even if he doesn't share a platform with boss Zheng, Lao he is used to playing it in a loop. Good luck.

Sitting in front of the operating table, Lao he looked at the anesthesiologist, looked at the patient's ECG monitoring and ventilator, and then said, "minor repair, stop the pure oxygen and reduce the concentration."

"Oh!" The anesthesiologist immediately did what Lao he said.

"Lao he, you said there should be no brain hypoxia." Asked the anesthesiologist.

"Probably not. Haven't you been rescuing since there was a problem? I took a look at the rescue medication and thought there would be no problem." Lao he said with a smile.

"There is a gas embolism in the left ventricle. Will it form a cerebral infarction?" The anesthesiologist timidly asked another sharp question.

This problem is like a hammer, hitting director Liu's heart.

"I don't think so. I just looked at the patient's reflex. The embolism hasn't run to the brain yet. Wait a minute, director Miao and boss Zheng will know." Lao he said his idea, but he was determined not to be involved.

"Scared the hell out of me." The anesthesiologist sat on the bench next to the operating table and gasped, "fortunately, director Liu made a quick decision and called director Miao at the first time."

Lao he looked at the anesthesiologist and knew that he was a little confused. Can he say this in front of director Liu?

After another look at director Liu, he saw him sitting absently in the corner of the room. He didn't know what he was thinking, so he smiled and turned off the topic.

"Do you know why I want to listen to this good luck song?"

"Ah?" The anesthesiologist was stunned. Lao he's topic changed very abruptly. He didn't understand it for a moment.

"Boss Zheng has a special BGM when he has surgery. Although I think boss Zheng doesn't listen to music at all, boss Zheng never makes mistakes in surgery. Listening to this song is really a hundred evils to ward off changes!" Lao he said with a smile, "recommended!"

"Er..." the anesthesiologist was stunned. He listened carefully to the happy music of good luck. It's true. For surgery, whether it's patients, patients' families, doctors and nurses, they all want a good mouth color.

Just good mouth color, good luck will directly win the election.

"I'll put it next time, Lao he. I'll copy your USB flash drive later." Said the anesthesiologist.

"Go online and download it yourself. This one is exclusive to boss Zheng." Lao he said.

After a few words, the atmosphere in the operating room gradually relaxed.