"Adjust the air flow to maintain the arterial blood carbon dioxide partial pressure of membrane perfusion at 40 to 45 mmHg. At this time, change the ventilator to assisted breathing mode to accelerate lung recovery."
The swiping sounds all around were uniform, and no one dared to miss a word.
Classmate Feng Yicong and others turned around and suddenly realized that Song Mao seemed to be taking notes with his pen.
Thinking of you, Song Mao also has a day to take notes. Feng Yicong snickered secretly and looked over again.
Song Xuelin took out his pen and wrote on the blank page of his notes.
Feng Yicong's eyes widened: What is this cat writing? Is it making paw prints? Teach people a ghostly drawing that is completely incomprehensible?
Several other students frowned when they saw Feng Yicong's appearance.
Classmate Geng reminded Classmate Feng: Don’t read it, don’t read it.
Anyone who has been in contact with this cat for a long time will know that this genius is not a note-taker, but can only draw cat charms. Because geniuses have super good memories, they don’t need to take notes. If they really need to take notes, they must remember them into symbols that only they can understand. This is called transforming them into academic insights that they can use.
Classmate Feng Yicong’s expression of exclaiming surprise was an embarrassment to his classmates.
"I never want to work with this person in my life." Classmate Feng Yicong swore that being in the same workplace as this kind of person would be too shocking.
Not everyone can be as mentally capable as Xie.
The next patient's recovery plan is drawn up, and the ward rounds are over.
After staying by the bedside to look at the various values of her junior sister's life, Xie Wanying turned around and looked at Dr. Song, who had not left.
Normally, Song Xuelin would have to return to the National Association to work after completing the house inspection. Obviously, there was something wrong with his stay today.
Xie Wanying understood something instantly, handed the patient to other doctors, turned and left the bedside.
Walking with her and outside the ICU, Song Xuelin paused slightly, showing some hesitation.
"Dr. Song, if you have anything to say," Xie Wanying said.
He remembered what the little idiot senior had told him before: She is very busy now, so don't worry about her in a hurry.
"By the way, is Boss Zhou's injury better?" Xie Wanying asked, wondering if the reason why the other party should not talk about it was because Boss Zhou had problems with his recovery after surgery.
"He was transferred from the ICU to the general ward the day before yesterday." Song Xuelin said.
"I see."
Senior Brother Huang knows her character. Once he mentions it to her, she will definitely ask about the patient's condition again. Not telling her is to prevent her from overly worrying about too many things.
It's not Boss Zhou's fault. Boss Zhou has improved, which is reassuring. It's not convenient for Dr. Song to say something to her.
Xie Wanying recalled various details, remembering that the strange expression of Senior Brother Tao before was similar to that of Dr. Song at this moment.
"Could it be that there is something wrong with Li Yaxi's review report?"
Hearing her voice, she guessed it right away. Song Xuelin didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or tighten his breath. So he should have told the little idiot senior that he couldn't hide it from Doctor Xie. How could Dr. Xie, such a smart person, hide this?
"Really?" Seeing that she seemed to be right, Xie Wanying's eyes showed a hint of surprise.
It was originally thought that the patient could be cured after the operation. If there was really a problem with the reexamination, it can only be said that any calculation at the time could not offset the abnormal changes in the patient's body over the past year.
Thank you for your support! ! ! Good night, dear friends~ This is it for today, I want to sort out the outline for the rest of the day.
(End of chapter)
