Chapter 2721 Grab the Last... Blade

"I'm fine." Director Miao said.

"Director, can you help me take a look?" Director Liu said in a low voice, "The patient's condition is stable now, but I'm still worried..."

"Okay." Director Miao agreed without hesitation, as if he was still the director of the Department of Urology at 912.

After hearing Director Miao's promise, Director Liu had the bottom line in his heart.

After hanging up the video, Director Liu watched the patient lying on the operating table in a stable condition, and let out a long breath.

Those few minutes just now were really scary.

Subconsciously, Director Liu greeted and called Director Miao. This was just an impression, an idea, and a consciousness that had remained in his heart for many years.

If I have uncertain judgments, I should seek Director Miao. Although this idea gradually faded after Director Miao retired, Director Liu still seems to have grasped the last...

Straw or blade? Director Liu was taken aback.

After the rescue was successful, reality returned to the present. What if Director Miao took the opportunity to kill the carbine? This question appeared in Director Liu's mind, and once he remembered it, he couldn't erase it.

At that time, Director Miao left the familiar department because of jumping off the building. This was an accident, an accident that no one expected.

Director Liu seized the opportunity when the dragons were leaderless. Instead of falling into boundless pain, he immediately occupied the position of acting director through various channels.

Originally, he regarded Director Miao as his biggest opponent. Director Liu was only an acting director at the time. He knew that as soon as Director Miao returned from illness, the director's dream would be shattered.

But God follows people's wishes, Director Miao unexpectedly chose to retire directly in frustration.

But Director Liu did not sit firmly in this position. He was timid just now, and the patient suddenly appeared in a state he did not understand and was on the verge of death. Director Liu subconsciously grabbed the last blade—the blade.

Thinking about it now, the patient should be fine, but what about myself?

Director Liu was a little confused.

Ordinarily, Director Miao has already retired, but once he is rehired, will the professors who led the team who were under his control and were ready to move around surround Director Miao to fight against him?

These intriguing thoughts flashed through Director Liu's mind.

But he couldn't think so much anymore, Director Liu sat on the stool in the corner of the operating room in a daze. For a moment, it was an emergency first aid that he couldn't think of other things, and for a moment he returned to the reality of intrigue. Director Liu felt that his mind was a little confused.

Although the patient's condition is stable, he only knows something about gas embolism, and Director Liu doesn't know what kind of complications there will be.

Forget it, let's wait for Director Miao to come back and talk about it.

Director Liu was a little annoyed. In fact, being a professor with a group is pretty good, at least there is no pressure. It's better to run around throwing knives on weekends and eat hard to earn some money than to be so scared in Corey.

"Director Liu, what shall we do next?" Lao He looked at the patient lying on the operating table and asked Director Liu again.

"Let's wait until Director Miao comes." Director Liu said.

Lao He smiled, some people are suitable to be a director, and some are not. This Director Liu is not suitable. Not thick-skinned and dark-hearted enough, he is a good person in the traditional sense.

Forget it, this matter has nothing to do with me. Anyway, Boss Zheng thought of himself at the critical moment, and Brother Yun called him, which once again proved his status in the medical team.

It would be nice to stay quietly by Boss Zheng's side as a dedicated anesthesiologist. Lao He took out the USB flash drive from his pocket and inserted it into the USB port.

I also belong to the kind of person who is not born to be a leader. It is better to study the business and follow Boss Zheng.

Lao He understood clearly that Director Xu gave himself a deputy director, and he would follow suit. But he had no choice but to do nothing, and being a deputy director was enough.

With the singing of Good Luck, Lao He gradually became happier.

At the very beginning, he was somewhat resistant to the song Good Luck, and it was enough to listen to it once or twice. He had to listen to it for every operation, and he would soon get bored.

But after the incident of the red wedding dress, Lao He felt that it sounded good when he heard Good Luck. It was simply a BGM for surgery, and there was no music more suitable for it.

Until now, if I don’t listen to this song, I don’t feel like performing surgery on stage. Even if he is not on the same stage as Boss Zheng, Lao He is used to playing Good Luck on a loop.

Sitting in front of the operating table, Lao He looked at the anesthetist, then at the patient's ECG monitor and ventilator, and then said, "Xiaoxiu, stop the pure oxygen, and the concentration will drop."

"Oh!" The anesthetist immediately followed what Lao He said.

"Old He, do you think you have cerebral hypoxia?" asked the anesthesiologist.

"Probably not. Didn't you keep resuscitating when something went wrong? I took a look at the rescue medication and thought there would be no problem." Lao He said with a smile.

"There is a gas embolism in the left ventricle, will it cause a cerebral infarction?" The anesthetist timidly asked another sharp question.

This question hit Director Liu's heart like a hammer.

"Probably not. I just took a brief look at the patient's reflexes, and the embolism has not yet reached the brain. Wait a while, and I will know when Director Miao and Boss Zheng come." Lao He said his thoughts but was firm Refused to take responsibility.

"I was scared to death." The anesthetist said while sitting on the round stool next to the operating table, panting heavily, "Fortunately, Director Liu made a quick decision and called Director Miao as soon as possible."

Lao He looked at the anesthetist and knew that he was also a little confused. Can he say such things in front of Director Liu?

He glanced at Director Liu again, saw him sitting absent-mindedly in the corner of the room, not knowing what he was thinking, so he changed the subject with a smile.

"Do you know why I am willing to listen to this song Good Luck?"

"Ah?" The anesthesiologist was stunned for a moment, Lao He changed the subject very abruptly, and he didn't understand for a while.

"Boss Zheng plays a special BGM when performing surgery. Although I don't think Boss Zheng listens to songs at all, Boss Zheng never makes mistakes in surgery. Listening to this song is really warding off evil!" Old He laughed, "Recommended!"

"Uh..." The anesthetist was taken aback for a moment, and he listened carefully to the cheerful music of Good Luck. This is indeed the case. Whether it is a patient, a family member of a patient, a doctor, or a nurse, all want a good word for surgery.

Just because of the good mouth color, if you are lucky, you will be selected directly.

"Next time I'll play it too, Lao He, I'll copy your USB flash drive later," said the anesthesiologist.

"Go online and download it yourself, mine is exclusive to Boss Zheng." Lao He said.

After chatting for a few words, the atmosphere in the operating room gradually relaxed.