Time seems to be passing especially slowly at this moment.

Four pairs of eyes belonging to white coats are staring at the tail of the needle that pierces the needle through the waist.

The nurse and nurse station who came over next to him couldn't help but hold their breath.

Silent prayers flashed through everyone's hearts.

One second.

Two seconds.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds passed.

The needle tail is quiet, and there is no tendency to want to flow fluid.

Little by little, the irrepressible disappointment began to creep in.

Except for Zhang Tianyang, who was still staring at the needle tail calmly, the faces of the others were more or less withdrawn.

"Are you waiting?"

Although he didn't want to stifle the confidence of this young doctor with great potential, the attending doctor still spoke.

Zhang Tianyang has already entered two and a half stitches, but he can't see the tendency to succeed at all.

Thinking of the helplessness of working in front of the old lady's bed for nearly half an hour yesterday, but not a drop of cerebrospinal fluid could be worn, he almost sentenced the old lady to death in his heart.

Intracerebral hemorrhage itself is a very fatal disease.

And it is very easy to relapse in a short period of time.

But if the lumbar puncture is not able to extract the cerebrospinal fluid, and the anticoagulant cannot be used.

The drain connected to the skull has been retained, and the old lady will also have intracranial infection sooner or later.

Left and right are dead.

Zhang Tianyang was still staring at the slightly trembling needle tail.

The attending doctor was a little unbearable.

"Xiao Zhang, come for me, I'll try again. ”

Although he tried again, it was only a death throe.

But Zhang Tianyang was still in place, motionless.

"Wait a little longer. ”

"This ......"

The attending doctor couldn't say anything more for a while, but his mood was obviously agitated.

The head nurse who was watching next to her also frowned, and gently pushed the little nurse who was watching the lively tube bed next to her.

"Stop looking, go to work!"

The head nurse has never heard of the legend of Zhang Tianyang.

In her eyes, this is just a little intern who happened to find a key one in the morning, and at most it was a little luckier.

I don't know what the attending doctor is crazy about, such a serious patient dares to let him get started.

If you look at it any longer, it won't lead to anything.

Both nurses went on their own work.

There were only four white coats left by the old lady's bedside.

Song Changkong pressed half of the old lady's body, quietly raised his head, looked at Zhang Tianyang, whose face remained unchanged, and then looked at the attending doctor who was getting more and more anxious.

Then he continued to lower his head, looking at his nose and his nose at his heart.

As a clinical old fritter, his principle is to be positive when he should be active, and try to minimize his sense of presence when he shouldn't speak.

Lin Ke'an was also observing the two.

She may be the most confident in Zhang Tianyang among all the white coats present.

After all, although the attending doctor had heard the legend of Zhang Tianyang, it was limited to two or three widely rumored things.

But there's more to what she knows.

Lin Lin, that little fool, in order to persuade her to stay away from her own big black face, shook out all the things she knew about Zhang Tianyang's "turning the tide".

At that time, Lin Ke'an was stunned.

She felt that her luck was already wrong, but what Zhang Tianyang encountered in the clinical practice for more than two months may be more than the year after she finally completed the rotation.

So at this time, she couldn't help but remind the attending doctor.

"Teacher, how many minutes are we going to start posing?"

"Two forty-five!"

The attending doctor replied without thinking about it.

The old lady's situation is special, and the time for the drainage tube to be clamped needs to be strictly controlled, so he deliberately looked at the time.

"Forty-five minutes starts. ”

Lin Ke'an deliberately dragged out his voice, "It's forty-eight minutes now, just three minutes." ”

"Forty-eight points...... Three minutes ......"

The attending doctor, who was in a state of agitation, was suddenly stunned, and instantly turned back to look at the wall clock on the wall behind him.

The digital wall clock clearly shows the current time, which is 2:48 p.m.!

So, Xiao Zhang just did so much preparation, wore two and a half stitches, and waited so long for three minutes?

So fast?

Obviously, in his impression, at least seven or eight minutes have passed!

Didn't he cross over?

But the attending doctor blinked vigorously, and the number on the wall clock was still forty-eight minutes.

It's three minutes!

The impetuous mood instantly quieted down.

Three minutes, he can't wear it for him!

The attending doctor quieted down and continued to pay attention to Zhang Tianyang's movements.

I just can't help but occasionally turn my face to look at the digital wall clock behind me.

Zhang Tianyang waited for twenty or thirty seconds to make sure that there was no cerebrospinal fluid flowing out, and then switched the functions of his left and right hands again and pushed the needle back in.

But he still didn't mean to pull out the needle.

With his right hand, he gently pushed the needle a little further in, then rotated it at a slight angle.

Remove the needle again.

Keep staring at the pintail.

One second.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

When the attending doctor was about to lose patience again, Zhang Tianyang suddenly burst out of nowhere.

"That's it. ”

"What's okay?"

The attending doctor was stunned for a moment, and quickly leaned forward, directly to the nearest distance within a safe range.

Then I finally saw something strange at the end of the needle.

There was a dark red color, very similar to the original color of the pintail, and the water was bulging very slowly!

"Worn out?"

The good news came too suddenly, and before he could react, Zhang Tianyang moved again.

I saw Zhang Tianyang fixing the needle with his left hand, and scooping up an empty 20ml syringe with his right hand on the puncture bag.

Then, with a twist of two fingers, the needle of the syringe was easily removed.

After a light operation that would be the envy of the little nurse, the syringe was inserted into the end of the needle.

"What are you going to do......"

As soon as the attending doctor had time to say half a sentence, Zhang Tianyang's right hand had already used force.

The aspiration of the syringe was hampered for a moment.

But soon, a subtle sense of breakthrough was fed back to the fingertips again.

In the syringe, less than a milliliter of dark red liquid was sucked out.

Given the large diameter of the 20 ml syringe, the thickness of the liquid is barely visible at first glance.

But Zhang Tianyang decisively stopped.

Similarly, the two fingers of the left hand hold the needle in place, and the two fingers are free to pinch the syringe at the end of the needle.

In his right hand, he picked up the core of the puncture needle again.

"Help kick a yellow trash can down there. ”

Zhang Tianyang began to give orders, and the attending doctor was stunned for a moment and immediately responded.

didn't care that Zhang Tianyang was guilty of the following crimes, so he went to find a trash can with a yellow garbage bag and kicked it on the ground between Zhang Tianyang's body and the bed.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Tianyang's eyes froze.

With the two fingers of his left hand, the syringe was pulled out in an instant, and it fell towards the trash can below under the force of gravity.

In an instant, a stream of dark red liquid erupted from the tail of the needle that had reopened the passage.

But Zhang Tianyang's face was calm, and he seemed to have expected such a situation a long time ago.

With a slight shake of his right hand, the puncture needle core that had been prepared long ago was aimed at the end of the needle, and it was sent in, and half of it was gone.

The cerebrospinal fluid that had just ejected at an extremely fast speed turned into a trickle under the obstruction of the half-puncture needle core.

They scrambled to tick down, striking the sterile towel spread behind the old lady in a hopeful motion.

At this moment, the faces of the three white coats around him swelled with irrepressible surprise.

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