Chapter 223： Intraoperative decision (2/2)
The instrument nurse wearing a little gray rabbit surgical cap, grasped the gauze with tweezers, and lightly touched it on Ling Ran's forehead, then whispered: ”There is no sweat, there is a hair falling down, so I think Itch, wait a minute ... ”
The little nurse wearing a small gray rabbit surgical cap put down the gauze, changed another pair of tweezers, got close to Ling Ran, stomped her feet, carefully pinched a hair in Ling Ran's forehead, and said, ”I will help you check again. a bit.”
Hair and the like are very troublesome. Ling Ran stood obediently and asked the little nurse to scan her face again.
The little nurse's face turned redder and redder, if it had not been taught the principle of sterility countless times, then it would be stuck on the body.
...
The doctors and nurses in the classroom were smiling, and everyone ’s attention began to shift from Liu Weichen to Ling Ran.
”I didn't expect Dr. Ling to be so hard.”
”Dare to argue with Director Ji like this, it should be a bit sure.”
”What certainty? It's nothing more than youthful vigor.”
”Young and vigorous? So what is Academician Zhu doing to agree with his plan? Isn't it obvious to support Director Ji?”
”This is not a question of who supports who. You haven't noticed that Dr. Ling is going to do the second channel? This is the most scary thing.”
Speaking of specific technology, many doctors are dumbfounded while excited.
”Hey, if I let me do it, a set of pathways will be tomorrow.” A resident doctor opened it with himself and instantly opened the topic.
”I can do it tomorrow night too.”
”I guess I can't finish it before fainting ~~ Everyone cried out.
Microsurgery is notoriously tiring. In contrast, Achilles tendon surgery is relatively easy. No one expected that such a complicated surgery that has been designed can even double the complexity.
”Wipe sweat.” Ling Ran's voice came out of the screen. It can be seen that his physical energy consumption is also very large, and his forehead turned out to be sweat again.
The little nurse wearing a little grey rabbit hat wiped it again with gauze under Ling Ran's little yellow rabbit hat.
The operation continued.
The little doctors continued the discussion.
”Wipe sweat.” Ling Ran's voice was slightly tired.
The little nurse wearing a little gray rabbit hat was still energetic.
The 204-pound fat was hospitalized, and squeezed half of the mineral water tightly. Just as he was about to drink it, the phone rang and the electric bell rang: ”I do n’t have that kind of life, and I wo n’t turn To me ... ”