Chapter 1707

"Old Cui, tell me what Boss Zheng did that day." Lao He struggled from fear and panic, grinned reluctantly, and began to cut to the point.

But as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, a mouthful of old blood was almost spit out.

But Lao He knew that fear was useless.

In the future, he had to spell it out by himself, so he began to pay attention to the level of Boss Zheng's anesthesia level.

In fact, Lao He himself has a judgment on Boss Zheng's anesthesia level, and even knows such an "unpopular" thing as extracorporeal circulation, so his anesthesia level must be very high.

And Director Xu of the Department of Anesthesiology, the level is high enough! When a patient with malignant hyperthermia was being rescued in the emergency, Director Xu squatted beside the urine bag to check the patient's urine volume.

Director Xu's violent temper, if it weren't for the technical crushing, how could he be so honest? He had already kicked the finger-pointing person away.

But what kind of anesthesia level of Boss Zheng is, Lao He is very curious.

Maybe everything that he shows off is like a cloud in the eyes of Boss Zheng, and he is like a gorilla in a zoo, foolishly pretending to be ugly.

"The patient's airway is somewhat deformed. I usually see this type of patient. I was very careful to intubate, but whoever wanted to intubate the trachea." Cui Zhiying said: "I was not sure at the time, and Boss Zheng came in and pushed me. To the side, unplug the ventilator, start artificial respiration, and also need a fiberoptic bronchoscope."

This process, Lao He can imagine.

Boss Zheng looked gentle, but it was normal at that time. When rescuing, he was as irritable as a lion. In the operating room, he is the only king, and no one is allowed to challenge his authority.

Lao He didn't speak, just looked at Cui Zhiying quietly.

The cigarette in his hand was burning silently, and he was guessing the time when Boss Zheng used a fiberoptic bronchoscope to intubate his trachea.

Anesthesiologists, there are two priorities - tracheal intubation and understanding of machines and drug doses.

The length of tracheal intubation can definitely indicate the technical level of an anesthesiologist.

Controlling the dose of the drug is another matter.

Looking at the leopard in the tube, what Lao He has to do now is this thing. Understand the level of Boss Zheng, and then know what to do.

"I ran to get the things, and Boss Zheng put the tracheal tube in after three strokes and five divisions." Cui Zhiying said.

Lao He froze all of a sudden.

After listening to it for so long, I almost didn't frighten myself to death, and I heard the words three, five and two?

Isn't this nonsense.

"Old Cui, how long did it take Boss Zheng to get in?" Lao He asked.

"Uh..." Cui Zhiying was startled.

"I was so nervous at the time that I forgot?" Lao He gave an explanation that he thought was reasonable.

"That's not true, it's just that I think it's my own dazzling eyes, and I'm wrong." Cui Zhiying lowered his head, a little embarrassed.

"Dazzling?" Lao He asked in surprise.

"Well, I saw Boss Zheng looking in the mirror, he put the fiberoptic bronchoscope in at once, and then started intubation, no more than 10 seconds before and after." Cui Zhiying said, "This is definitely impossible, so I think Eyes blew."

10 seconds, not so much!

Lao He was speechless, he felt a little cold.

You are a general surgeon, just do general surgery well, why did you learn anesthesia so well!

Lao He is crying in his heart!

Things that I didn't understand before were explained in Lao He's heart at this time.

No wonder people insist on asking a pair of twin sisters Hua to be anesthesiologists regardless of their level.

It turns out that Boss Zheng is the kind of super high-level person who doesn't care what the anesthesiologist does at all, as long as he is obedient, it is enough.

No matter what the unexpected situation is, if Boss Zheng is there, it can be solved and nothing will happen.

Yes, so confident.

What Boss Zheng wants is to be obedient. Work honestly, and don't force it when you are in the emergency room.

A pair of obedient twin sisters Hua... Thinking of this, Lao He's heart has gradually frozen.

His opponent is definitely not a twin sister flower, but the almost omnipotent Boss Zheng!

Lao He was about to cry.

What should I do myself? Want to surpass Boss Zheng's level of anesthesia? There may have been some unrealistic thoughts in the past, but after listening to Cui Zhiying, Lao He knew that Boss Zheng's anesthesia level was a geometric order higher than his own.

In less than 10 seconds, a tracheal intubation with a malformed airway went in. This level... let alone me, even Director Xu, or even all the masters I have seen in my life, can't do it.

It's not completely impossible. When doing exercises against the dummy, there may be occasional coincidences like this.

But in the emergency rescue, the adrenaline in the body is soaring, and there is not necessarily one person in a hundred who can maintain absolute calm.

What can usually be done, at least a discount should be made in actual combat.

You know, you were dealing with the wounded who were about to die, not the training dummies.

At this level... Lao He almost spat out a mouthful of old blood on Cui Zhiying's body.

"Lao He, I really envy you." Cui Zhiying finished smoking, opened the window, and said with a wry smile, "Follow Boss Zheng, I'm going to see the surgery."

Lao He didn't send him, but his heart was bitter.

In less than 10 seconds, the endotracheal tube was inserted, and it was still a patient with an airway deformity.

At this level, I still dry wool myself.

Thinking about it, he was a little depressed.

But Lao He has been salted fish all his life, if he didn't have a little bit of optimism, he would have committed suicide by jumping off the building long ago.

Boss Zheng is awesome, that's for sure, otherwise why would he be so obsessed with hugging other people's thighs?

But Boss Zheng is awesome, so he doesn't delay his performance. With himself, he can save snacks, why not do it?

Even if it's a twin sister flower... it doesn't matter if the obedient twin sister flower comes. They are responsible for being a vase and eye-catching, and they are responsible for working before and after running.

Although people don't have to do any work at all, they may take more than they do. But as long as there is a seat of its own, whether it is a business seat or a first-class seat, a standing ticket is enough.

Thinking of this, Lao He became happy.

What about standing tickets, at your own level, there should be no problem. You see today, Boss Zheng took the initiative to call to inquire about the truth. This is a good start.

It should be okay to solve it by yourself, at least 7 points.

Lao He thought about it, and called up the chat record again. Because there may not be people in the group with water anytime and anywhere, during this time, two anesthesiologists also said that they encountered a similar situation.

After adding their friends, Lao He began to consult in detail, and began to log on to the English website of New England to search for relevant content.

As long as Boss Zheng needs it, he will make a complete document just like he is doing a doctoral dissertation.

There was a smile on the corner of Lao He's mouth, his hair was gray, but he was full of energy, as if he was twenty years younger and returned to the era when he graduated with a doctorate.