The people standing around, including Dr. Mo, were all stunned.
This classmate Xie seems to be as awesome as Mr. Zhang. Such a thought flashed through Du Meng'en's mind involuntarily.
"How's it going? Are you okay?"
A group of stunned people in the room heard the sound at the door of the operating room, came to their senses, and turned around to see that the surgeon and the others were preparing to enter the surgery without realizing it.
The person standing at the door and asking questions carelessly was Shen Youhuan. When he looked at the person inside, he seemed to have a strange expression on his face and raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong? What happened?"
Du Haiwei and Ye Qing, who were following behind, saw it and said "Huh" in their eyes: This atmosphere is a bit weird.
Dr. Mo's face was full of embarrassment. He was embarrassed to say that his previous work of adjusting the angle according to the script was too rough and was not as careful as classmate Xie's. The result was that he did not adjust it well.
It turns out that adjusting body posture cannot be one size fits all.
Whether a doctor's technical work can be amazing or amazing depends on the details.
"Yingying, what did you do?" Shen Youhuan walked in, pointed at the junior sister and asked. He looked at the little junior sister's face with his squinted bright eyes, and he could guess at a glance that it was the little junior sister's masterpiece.
"No." Xie Wanying shook her head. She didn't do anything but helped Teacher Mo adjust her posture.
Just adjusting the body position can create a surprising scene. Shen Youhuan laughed happily.
Having such a student makes the teacher proud. Du Haiwei smiled and said to Xie Wanying and Geng, "Go and wash your hands."
The operation is about to begin. The assistant quickly arrived first.
Xie Wanying and Geng Yongzhe walked out and followed Teacher Zuo to wash their hands. Then disinfect the sheets.
The chief surgeon came on stage, other assistants were in place, and the cesarean section began as scheduled.
In the field, doctors from the Department of Cardiac Surgery and Cardiology were waiting.
After a while, a team of doctors from the neonatology department arrived, pushing a small lathe for transporting the child and the prepared child rescue equipment.
Leader Zhang Huayao was the last to arrive. As soon as he stepped into the door of the operating room, his sharp and dark eyes like an eagle flicked at the numbers on the monitor, then narrowed into two arcs.
The leader came, and his expression showed an interesting sense of picture. Shen Youhuan and Du Yeqing, who were standing nearby, saw it and smiled without saying a word.
"Doctor Mo."
Hearing the leader's call, Dr. Mo shivered and turned back to Zhang Huayao: "Director Zhang, you are here."
Zhang Huayao put his hand on his shoulder: "Well done."
The patient's hemodynamics were quite stable during anesthesia and surgery.
Hot sweat dripped down Dr. Mo's back: He didn't do this.
"Keep up the good work." Zhang Huayao encouraged him and asked him that the extracardiac surgery would be as stable by then.
Doctor Mo wanted to beg for mercy on the spot, but he opened his mouth slightly and didn't know how to explain.
Other insiders almost fainted with laughter when they heard Zhang Huayao's words.
"Is your uncle really not aware or is he pretending not to know?" Du Meng'en asked Zhang Shuping in a low voice. It’s unlikely that Zhang Huayao, a big boss, wouldn’t notice something fishy.
His brother-in-law is such a person that people can never guess whether what Zhang Huayao says is a joke or serious. Zhang Shuping blinked quickly and could not answer Classmate Du's question.
Standing next to the anesthesiologist, Zhang Huayao's eyes began to review the progress of the cesarean section.
For many things, as long as the logistics are well coordinated, the surgeon operating on the operating table will go much more smoothly.
Less than fifteen minutes into the opening, the fetus is almost out.
