Zhang Tianyang's sudden rise made the chief director who was operating stop his movements.

His brow furrowed.

"What's wrong?"

In his impression, Xiao Zhang has always been calm.

It must not be a trivial matter that can make him stand up suddenly and recklessly.

"Something doesn't feel right. ”

Zhang Tianyang's brows were also furrowed, and half of his face could see a "serious" demeanor.

He turned his head to look at the monitor behind him.

There, the green waveform is endlessly jumping up and down, bringing out the regular curves behind the body.

At the same time, the sound of "Didi" followed the trend of the waveform and sounded regularly.

"You mean, monitors?"

Senior Brother Meng followed Zhang Tianyang's gaze, and then also saw the data on the monitor screen.

"Heart rate 79 beats per minute, oxygen saturation 100, what's wrong?"

It's a normal statistic.

Senior Brother Meng was stunned for a moment, doubting himself for a moment, and then carefully observed again.

Normal indeed.

"The monitor screen display is also very clear, and there is no sign of damage......"

So, what did Zhang Tianyang say was wrong?

The Grand Director did not speak.

But his frowning brow also showed that he and Senior Brother Meng had the same point of view.

But because they trust Zhang Tianyang, they are willing to stop.

In the operating room, there was silence again.

There is no sound of clanging instruments colliding, and there is no sound of electric knives.

All that remains is the humming of the artificial pneumoperitoneum, when the gas is constantly pumped into the patient's abdominal cavity.

And no matter whether the doctors are noisy or quiet, it is always the background board in the operating room, and the "Didi" sound of BGM.

Zhang Tianyang stared at the conscientious "Didi" monitor.

"Do you think the patient's heart is beating a little faster?"

"Huh?"

Everyone's eyes subconsciously focused on the monitor.

But soon, their brows became more and more pronounced.

Not because you see something, but because you can't see anything.

"Where's the anesthesia teacher?"

Zhang Tianyang's interrogation was an anesthesia intern sitting in front of a computer, staring at the screen in a daze.

The poor boy was stunned for a long time before he suddenly stood up, a little at a loss.

But since he can sit peacefully on the round stool, then it means ......

"Teacher he, he just said, go to the toilet......"

Really.

Zhang Tianyang silently withdrew his gaze from the round stool and sighed.

"You won't listen to the monitor?"

In response to him, the anesthesia intern looked blankly.

"Huh?"

So Zhang Tianyang sighed silently.

The "Didi" sound of the monitor in the operating room is different from the "Didi" sound of the monitor in the ward.

In the ward, even in the intensive care unit, the monitor will not be called in the "normal" state.

It will only silently display all kinds of data on the screen.

Only when a certain item or several indicators of the patient are abnormal, it will "drip" out.

And based on the frequency and severity of the monitor's "screams", doctors will probably know how critical the patient's condition is.

But in the operating room, the "dripping" sound of the monitor represents the patient's heartbeat.

Each "Didi" sound matches the waveform representing the heart rate.

Anesthesiologists will adjust the volume of the monitor's "dripping" sound according to their preferences.

But it will never be "quiet" like in a hospital room.

Patients under anesthesia are usually much more dangerous than those in the ward.

Because they lose the ability to "self-regulate".

When they suddenly suffer some kind of "trauma", such as suddenly being put on an electric knife, or suddenly cutting their internal organs.

Having lost their "ability to self-regulate", they must rely on the anesthesiologist to make the necessary adjustments – and to pump in different medications.

At such times, anesthesiologists are the "gods" who control their life and death.

So they must be able to hear the heartbeat of such a "drip".

Only a professional anesthesiologist can distinguish the subtle changes shown in these "dripping" sounds and give timely treatment.

In the absence of the anesthesiologist, the surgeons present, including the anesthesia intern, who was half-witted for "three days of practice", were all blind.

Especially when the surgeons' attention is on the operation itself, this "Didi" sound is really just a background music.

That is, Zhang Tianyang's position was facing away from the screen, his vision was distorted, and the operation was very boring, so he felt a little inappropriate.

But he wasn't sure.

The operation has been paused for more than a minute.

On the "Didi" sounding monitor, the heart rate also fluctuated two or three times at 79-82-80.

"Xiao Zhang, this heart rate is not fast. ”

The Great Director spoke.

He didn't seem to blame Zhang Tianyang, but happily explained to Zhang Tianyang as if he was popularizing knowledge.

"It's normal for a patient's heart rate to fluctuate occasionally during surgery, so don't worry too much about it.

Even if there is a real problem, just leave it to the anesthesia teacher. ”

Saying this, the eldest director gave Senior Brother Meng a look, and then moved his hands slightly, and sent the instrument a little inside.

Didn't say it explicitly.

But Senior Brother Meng is very good, manipulating the mirror and hurrying to follow.

And so the operation continued.

Director Da is tantamount to saying, "Xiao Zhang, you just made a fuss".

It's just that the expression is more tactful, and it also takes Zhang Tianyang's face into account more.

"Pro-son" treatment!

Senior Brother Meng hugged the laparoscope, full of jealousy.

I think back then, when I first came into contact with surgery, I also had a time when I was "fussed".

What was the reaction of the big director at that time?

Senior Brother Meng recalled with a bitter face, and finally summed up a few words-

"Frowning brow", "sharp eyes", "concise words"......

Everywhere reveals the impatience of the director!

How can there be such gentle treatment as Zhang Tianyang?

Angry!

ヽ(‘⌒´メ)ノ

Senior Brother Meng's heart was broken, and the camera in his hand didn't keep up for a while-

In an instant, the director's sharp gaze fell on him.

Senior Brother Meng couldn't help but be shocked.

Hurriedly stretched out his hand twice to keep up with the rhythm of the director.

It's terrible (๑ó_ò๑)

Wrong.

Too different to treat spicy !!

Senior Brother Meng burst into tears in his heart, but he didn't dare to wander outside the world anymore.

I only dared to ensure that the director had a wide field of vision, and at the same time, he quickly glanced at Zhang Tianyang, who was sitting under the big screen.

At this time, although Zhang Tianyang fell silent, this expression always made him feel familiar.

Senior Brother Meng used the little CPU he had to run with difficulty, and finally at a certain moment, he remembered the day before yesterday-

The fear of being dominated by that "disappearing white hat" yourself!

No......

No way?!

"Didi, Didi"

The heart rate of the monitor gradually jumped to 88 beats per minute.