He is just an anesthesiologist, not a surgeon, and he can't understand the deepest ways of surgery.

Having considered it clearly, taking advantage of the stability of the patient's vital signs at this stage, Zhang Tinghai decisively waved to the intern anesthesiologist who was studying with him today, and whispered to the other party to help him see the instruments here. He went out to find someone himself, and it is expected that he would not get in the way when he could come back to the operating room in a short time.

When he went out of the operating room, Zhang Tinghai looked back at the operating table.

The three doctors on the stage were An Jingjing. Except for the quietness of Xie Wanying, who was as normal as ever, the other two, especially Chang Jiawei's silence, made him more suspicious.

Speaking of the National Association of Operations this morning, the corridor space outside was particularly crowded. It may be because some departments arranged more desk surgeries today. After the first round of surgery patients were sent to the operating room at 7 o'clock, it has been time to send the operating room to the second batch of patients.

The nurse who was sending the patient to push the lathe kept calling for the crowd standing on the middle road to walk away: "Give up the way, please give up the position, let the patient go first, they need surgery."

The two groups of family members have superimposed, and the flow of people has soared. The waiting area of ​​family members with a small capacity is about to collapse like a landslide lake.

Geng Yongzhe, sitting in the corner, saw the crowd squeezed over, turned his back to protect the chair where his mother was sitting, and a look of sorrow hung between his eyebrows.

He did not go into the operating room with the teacher in time to watch his brother's surgery because his mother, who was worried that no one would accompany her, sat alone outside the operating room waiting.

The family of the patient who was waiting for the results of the operation was actually as painful as the people in the operating room. After watching his youngest son enter the operating room, Geng's mother immediately sat on the bench and cried.

Geng Yongzhe, who is not good at speaking and is not very comfortable, can only let his mother vent his sad emotions quietly.

Gu YiGeng's mother had been patient for a long time. When she was taking care of her youngest son in the ward, she did not dare to cry, so as to avoid making her sick young son think she was going to die. If it weren't for this kind of persistence, her heart would have collapsed.

She may not understand the doctor's words, but everyone knows that surgery is risky. It is uncertain whether her youngest son is lying in the operating room.

"Will your brother be good, right? Your brother can walk after the operation, right?" Geng asked, "My mother raised her red eyes and grabbed her eldest son's hand.

Geng Yongzhe could not answer these questions. He could not speak comforting words randomly, especially as a medical student, he needed to be realistic.

The success of the operation is often related to the patient's own luck. The specific results of the operation need to first look at how the tumor grown by the doctor's own eyes during the operation, whether it can be cleaned and not harmed others. How to carefully plan these matters before the operation cannot eliminate the emergencies of black swans during the operation. It can only be said that the surgeon hopes that the patient's tumor will be as long as pre-operatively estimated than the family.

The eldest son's expression was silent and he seemed to be speechless. Geng's mother's head drooped, and tears rolled in her throat almost burst into tears. Her younger son's life was in a miserable state, and her younger son had nothing to do with it and was beaten by that bastard.

"I heard from people that you want to treat her?"

When his mother finally asked about this, Geng Yongzhe's throat stuck and nodded: "Yes."
Chapter completed!