"Professor Deng, what should you do next? Do you want to go ahead with the surgery or just keep it going?" The itinerant nurse asked.

Deng Chaohong hesitated again and again, and said in a deep voice, "I'll take a look, and after communication, I guess there is a problem."

With that, he turned around and stepped down.

The itinerant nurse didn't speak, and watched Deng Chaohong leave.

The door of the operating room closed, and she sighed, "Old Deng's luck is really bad."

"A few years ago, someone watered flowers with blood products, have you seen that?" The anesthesiologist asked.

"Look, I haven't been there since then. Later, there seemed to be an explanation, but I didn't believe it." The itinerant nurse said disdainfully.

"I guess this time...... Even if Lao Deng asked, the blood station would definitely say that there were emergency patients, and who knew where the blood went." The anesthesiologist scolded.

"It's none of our business." The itinerant nurse said, "Say less."

"I just can't get used to it." The anesthesiologist said uncomfortably, "The patient's family went to donate blood, but it didn't use it.

"Ugh." The itinerant nurse sighed and sat down in a chair in the corner, her eyes out of focus, staring blankly at the ventilator.

Zhao Tianjiao asked ignorantly, "Sister Liu, isn't it a targeted blood donation, how can you say that it will be gone."

"Who knows."

The itinerant nurse knew that Zhao Tianjiao was the son of Dean Zhao, and there were some things that she could not say without saying it, and if she said too much, she would lose it.

The operating room was very quiet, and Deng Chaohong slapped his hand on the scalpel on the side with blood stains, and the light of the shadowless lamp faintly flickered in the bloodstains.

Ten minutes later, Deng Chaohong walked in.

"Old Deng, what should I do?"

"How do I know?" Deng Chaohong said angrily.

"You're a sorcerer, you don't know who knows." The pungent energy of the itinerant nurse came up, and she almost pointed at Deng Chaohong's nose and was about to scold.

This is quite polite, if Deng Chaohong dares to talk back, there are countless ugly words waiting for him.

"Calm down, calm down." The anesthesiologist dissuaded, "Professor Deng, is the surgery still done?"

"The patient's family has gone to the blood station, let's wait for news." Deng Chaohong said dejectedly.

"!" The anesthesiologist cursed in a low voice.

If the patient can't get down, he has to maintain the patient's anesthesia all the time, and there must be a problem if it takes too long.

If something happens in one link, all links are not easy to do, and the anesthesiologist has already used a silver needle in his mind to pierce the people in the blood station.

"Old Deng, can you do it?" The itinerant nurse asked.

"I don't know, I also confirmed before I came to the stage that it would change in 2 hours." Deng Chaohong said hatefully, "Who knows what happened, who knows what to do."

"Wait."

The operating room was quiet, and everyone was thinking differently.

After more than ten minutes, Deng Chaohong's mobile phone rang.

"Dean Sun, it's me."

"Surgery...... No problem, it doesn't matter how much blood comes out during the operation. 5,000 ml is already the limit, there is no other way." Although Deng Chaohong still insisted in the face of the dean's inquiry, "Some time ago, Professor Qian made one and transfused 6,000 milliliters of blood. 5,000 ml, it's really the limit."

"Okay, then I'll wait." ….

Hanging up the phone, the anesthesiologist asked curiously, "Why, did you get to the dean so quickly?"

"The patient's family was upset and wanted to smash the blood station, and they also contacted reporters and big Vs from the media. It is said that it has spread on the Internet, and the hospital also has a headache." Deng Chaohong sighed and said.

It's getting more and more troublesome.

Although he did everything he could, in the end, once something happened, the people on the front line of the clinic would definitely be thrown out as scapegoats.

At that time, if you are bombarded by the Internet, you will be ***, and you will not do anything, this is a disaster.

Deng Chaohong pulled down his hair one by one.

sometimes

I really don't want to do it, it's thankless.

I knew that the blood bank was such a dog, and I definitely wouldn't have taken this operation.

Damn it! Deng Chaohong scolded again.

"Did his family smash the blood? It's not right to say that the sky is also a blood station, smash it! You can't be a big grudge!!" The itinerant nurse said without fear of a big deal.

"It's almost a group...... the anesthesiologist said half a sentence and forcibly held back, "It must be the leaders of the Municipal Health Commission who found our dean, if it really makes trouble, everyone doesn't look good, just wait."

Deng Chaohong looked at the patient on the operating table in a daze.

After a long time, the door of the operating room opened, and Zhao Jixiang walked in.

"Professor Deng, how is it now?" Zhao Jixiang asked.

Deng Chaohong hurriedly got up and explained the problem he was facing.

"The blood is gone, it is said that it is a high-speed serial car accident, and the person is being rescued by the attached hospital." Zhao Jixiang explained, "What Dean Sun means is that you want to find a way to do the surgery."

Deng Chaohong was already about to explode, he was angry, but forcibly suppressed. In order not to show negative emotions, you can only lower your head.

His hands were already clenched into fists unconsciously.

Highway car accidents, who knows if it's true or not! Deng Chaohong was extremely indignant in his heart.

Anyway, the amount of blood I want is insufficient, and I have to do surgery by myself, and in the end, it is my own when something happens.

"Professor Deng, that's what Dean Sun meant, you see." Zhao Jixiang said lightly.

Deng Chaohong originally expected Zhao Jixiang to help him say something, but his meaning was very clear, he was not ready to help, and "strictly kept neutrality".

"Dean Zhao, do you know how many branches there are in the transverse lumbar artery, and it will definitely bleed heavily when it is surgically removed." Deng Chaohong stubbornly explained.

"Professor Deng, you come with me."

Zhao Jixiang turned around with his back and walked out of the operating room.

Seeing Deng Chaohong go out, the roving nurse was curious, and leaned over to the anesthesiologist and asked, "Lao Qu, what's going on?"

"It may be that there is going to be a meeting in the province recently, and there can be no chaos." The anesthesiologist said vaguely.

The itinerant nurse understood in seconds, and she walked away helplessly.

Soon, the door of the operating room opened, and Zhao Jixiang and Deng Chaohong walked in.

"The blood bank is actively allocating blood sources, so it should be okay, go and talk to the patient's family, and then hurry up and do it."

"Okay, Dean Zhao."

Deng Chaohong glanced at Zhao Jixiang deeply, and went out to communicate with the patient's family in a surgical gown.

The anesthesiologist was helpless, he knew that this was the sorrow of the frontline staff.

Although there are all kinds of difficulties, there is nothing that can be done.

After another 20 minutes, Deng Chaohong came back, and the person who came in with him was not Dean Zhao but Director Bai.

Director Bai's expression was very calm, and after coming in, he stood in the corner and didn't say a word.

"Director Bai, you're here." The anesthesiologist hurriedly said hello.

"Hmm." Director Bai nodded.

"Can blood really be blended?" The anesthesiologist asked.

Director Bai looked at him like a fool, and looked at the anesthesiologist with some shame.

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