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Nine a.m.

Operating Room Lounge.

Zhao Heng sat in his place, still reminiscing about yesterday's hot spring trip, I have to say, you get what you pay for, at the end of such a day, the relaxation effect is still obvious.

When Zhao Heng was reminiscing, Gao Jun walked in and said to Zhao Heng: "Xiao Zhao, it's time to live." ”

"What's the big job?"

Hearing Gao Jun, who had always been calm and light-winded, said this, Zhao Heng asked with some curiosity.

"There is a major traffic accident on National Highway 113, and the injured will be sent over in batches."

Gao Jun said with a solemn face.

"I see."

Zhao Heng stood up, nodded and said.

You must know that there is a shortage of anesthesiologists in Dongfang Hospital, and if it is not an emergency operation, you have to queue for at least several days.

Moreover, some of the surgeries that have been scheduled can be postponed, and some cannot be postponed.

So, this leads to the fact that when this kind of major accident happens, and there are a lot of injured people who need major surgery, the anesthesiologist has to do what they do nasty thing - the treadmill.

The so-called treadmill is to constantly run between several surgeries, monitor all the data at any time, and adjust the anesthetic medication.

This is a huge test for the anesthesiologist's physical strength and spirit.

Looks like I'm busy today.

Ten minutes later.

In the operating room.

Zhao Heng looked at the young man lying on the operating table, his legs from below the knees, who were already unshaped, bloody and blurry, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He understands that injuries like the guy's legs are basically unsavable, and he will definitely have to be amputated.

Look at this guy, at most in his early twenties, he has to face amputation at this age, which is really cruel.

The guy who came into the operating room with the guy was the attending doctor Li Haiyang, and two other resident doctors.

Seeing that Li Haiyang's face was pale and his eyes were bloodshot, Zhao Heng knew that he had just gotten off the night shift and was about to rest.

However, the emergency department is like this, once there is such an emergency, whether you are at work or resting, you must be on top.

"Teacher Gao, there's a high-level paraplegic over there, and the director will let you go."

At that moment, the door to the operating room opened, and a resident doctor in thoracic surgery shouted to Gao Jun.

Gao Jun looked at the patient with double lower limb amputation, then looked at Zhao Heng, made up his mind, and said to Zhao Heng: "Xiao Zhao, this will be handed over to you." ”

For patients with high paraplegia, because the patient's spine and nerves have been damaged, the difficulty and risk of anesthesia are extremely high, and in the anesthesiology department, only Gao Jun has such a level.

But the patients with amputated limbs of both lower limbs here must also be operated on immediately, so Gao Jun can only hand over the anesthesia of this patient to Zhao Heng.

"Pay attention to the detection of potassium in the blood at any time to prevent sudden crush syndrome."

After a pause, Gao Jun explained to Zhao Heng again.

"I see, don't worry, teacher."

Zhao Heng nodded and said calmly.

"Doctor Li, I'll leave it to Xiao Zhao here."

Gao Jun said to Li Haiyang again.

"Okay, there you go."

Li Haiyang looked at Zhao Heng, thought for a while, and nodded.

Zhao Heng's anesthesia level, Li Haiyang has already seen it.

Basically, in some aspects, it is already at the same level as Gao Jun, and since Gao Jun is relieved to hand it over to Zhao Heng, then he has nothing to worry about.

Gao Jun also nodded, and then beckoned the resident doctor of thoracic surgery and walked out of the operating room.

"Xiao Zhao, let's start."

Li Haiyang said to Zhao Heng with some anger.

After all, I just worked a night shift, and now I have to have surgery again, and this intensity is really a bit too much.

But there's no way around it.

Zhao Heng shook his head slightly, if it was possible, no one would want to be so tired.

The last night shift and the next few hours of surgery are simply overdrawing your health.

But for now, this is a problem that no one can solve.

Although the young man's injuries looked very serious, in terms of anesthesia, it was actually not very difficult.

The most difficult anesthesia is actually for patients with underlying diseases, especially those with a long-term history of alcoholism.

Before this guy was injured, he was in good health and had no underlying diseases, so as long as he was anesthetized normally, he paid attention to his blood potassium at any time, and he was relieved that he had an arrhythmia.

Soon, Zhao Heng completed the anesthesia, the action was concise and fast, and the anesthesia dosage was also very accurate.

Seeing Zhao Heng's level of anesthesia, Li Haiyang was a little shocked.

In his opinion, this is completely a level that can only be achieved by a senior attending anesthesiologist who has been engaged in anesthesia for more than ten years.

"Dr. Li, blood pressure, heart rate, and carbon dioxide are normal, and the operation can begin."

Zhao Heng looked at the life monitor and said to Li Haiyang.

"Well, that's good."

Li Haiyang nodded, the effect of anesthesia is good, which is equivalent to a good start to surgery, which is the favorite of all surgeons.

Otherwise, in the operating room, the last thing to offend is the anesthesiologist.

Li Haiyang took two resident doctors and began the operation.

Not long after the operation, Zhao Heng saw that a white ball of light had fallen from Li Haiyang's body.

Zhao Heng, who was already very experienced, judging from the color of this light cluster, should be a proficient-level skill light cluster.

You must know that the only time the perfect skill light cluster dropped, Zhao Heng found that the color of the time group was brighter than the current light cluster.

Familiar with the road, Zhao Heng's mind moved, absorbing the light cluster.

"Ding! Pick up [Amputation and Stump Repair (Mastery)]. ”

Sure enough, from Li Haiyang's body, the skill light clusters that fell were all proficient level, and none of them were at the perfect level.

It's no wonder that Li Haiyang is only an attending doctor after all, and it seems that he must be the chief doctor in order to have a perfect level of skill light cluster drop.

Because the young man's lower limbs have been completely necrotic, after preoperative communication with his family, the operation is amputation, which is less difficult than preserving both lower limbs.

However, the repair of blood vessels, nerves and muscles involved in the stump is not a small project, so less than half an hour after the operation began, Li Haiyang's complexion became worse and worse, and large drops of sweat began to appear on his forehead due to overwork.

Seeing Li Haiyang like this, Zhao Heng was very worried that he would faint directly on the operating table.

Sighing, Zhao Heng stood up and said to Li Haiyang: "Why don't you repair the stump and I'll do it, Doctor Li, you're guiding by the side?" ”

Hearing Zhao Heng's words, the two resident doctors looked at Zhao Heng in surprise.

Although an anesthesiologist is also a doctor and has a medical practitioner qualification, it is theoretically possible to perform surgery completely.

But after the operation for so long, they have never seen an anesthesiologist take the initiative to help the surgeon.

In other words, although it is possible to help, basically no anesthesiologist will do such a thankless task.

"Xiao Zhao, you..?"

Hearing Zhao Heng say this, a warm current surged in Li Haiyang's heart.

In this era when everyone is in danger and seeking self-protection, there are too few people like Zhao Heng!

Moreover, in the previous few surgeries, Li Haiyang has realized that Zhao Heng actually has a very high level in emergency surgery, at least at the same level as him.

This stump repair is just a troublesome and time-consuming process, but in fact, the difficulty is not very high.

"Doctor Li, take a break next to you, guide me to do it, and then take over when you have a rest."

Zhao Heng said again.

Originally, this kind of thankless work would not have been done by him.

But seeing Li Haiyang, who was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was still insisting on surgery, Zhao Heng's heart was suddenly touched.

"Well, Xiao Zhao, you come."

Li Haiyang was not hypocritical, he breathed a long sigh of relief, sat next to him, rested against the wall very imagelessly, and handed over the operating table to Zhao Heng.