Chapter 535

Open the chest, open the lungs, and the little girl's heart appears in front of Zhang Fan. Director Li of cardiothoracic surgery was sweating all over his head. It was too exciting. He swam between life and death and challenged people's nerves. His trembling hands and shining eyes all showed that Zhang Fan did what he said.

"Director Li, are you coming or me?" The heart turned out, but Zhang Fan really had no experience in massage and resuscitation of the heart. This is the child's last chance. If you lose this opportunity, you can only watch her die.

To tell you the truth, Zhang Fan is no better than director Li. Although he was absorbed when he opened his chest, the timeline in his mind still challenged Zhang Fan's nerves, sweat and the size of the back of his head as if he had just taken a bath.

"Gollum!" Director Li's voice of swallowing saliva is particularly obvious. His slightly trembling hands and trembling lips. Zhang fan understands that this is the child's last chance. He doesn't understand. He has been an old doctor in cardiac surgery for half a life. He doesn't know anything.

Just when Zhang Fan thought director Li was unwilling or afraid, Lao Li said, "I'll come!"

It is sonorous and has a sound, just like the crisp yellow bell and Dalu. You can't be brave. However, if Lao Li doesn't speak today and hesitates for another three seconds, Zhang Fan will start.

Silence is opposition. Zhang Fan is not qualified to force others. However, Lao Li stood up, although he did not agree to open chest before operation. However, at the critical moment, he didn't pretend to be silent selfishly.

This is the responsibility of doctors, or the charm of the doctor industry: on weekdays, they live an ordinary tea of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

But the moment he put on his white coat, he was a hero talking and laughing between life and death.

However, when he brought stethoscope, she was patient's last hope and last shield.

However, when the glowing scalpel was lit, he was the warrior who blocked the hand of death.

If you can't, please go early to take off your white coat, spend more time and try your best to enter the official career, don't mistake others and yourself!

Responsibility? Responsibility after failure? To tell the truth, this kind of thing is generally something to think about after the operation. After the operation, you may regret smashing your head and chest.

However, at this moment, when people die every minute, it is not ordinary people who can think of the responsibility afterwards.

Ordinary people really don't have this mind!

The hospital is a stage. Most actors take off their chalk or masks and perform on this stage. Doctors and nurses in hospitals are both actors and audiences.

The longer a doctor practices medicine, the clearer he sees the world. Some doctors are more and more lost in pursuing the life of upper class people, and some doctors are more and more confused. Most of them have no personality because of the long river of time.

However, there are also some doctors, like Mr. Fujino in Lao Lu's pen, and there are still many. A man who can push up cardiothoracic surgery alone in a frontier hospital is not a man with many colorful intestines.

With Lao Li's powerful voice, I saw a big hand with blood reaching for the little girl's heart. I couldn't see how many beating hearts.

Ten minutes, Zhang Fan entered the chest without ten minutes, which created a lot of effective time for Lao Li and the little girl.

Lao Li's big hand was gently placed on the little girl's heart. With the faint heartbeat, Lao Li's hand came out. The four fingers push up slowly and forcefully at the tip of the heart.

One, two, three, with Lao Li's heart massage, the child's heart began to strengthen, and the limbs that had lost temperature began to slowly have body temperature.

"Come on, open the passage! Valid! Valid! " In the operating room, Zhang Fan shouted loudly. Because of the weak heartbeat, it was difficult for the liquid to enter the child's body. With Lao Li's recovery, finally, the liquid began to enter the body.

"Come on!"

"Come on!" Nurses, anesthesiologists and even expert groups in the operating room began to move.

Excited, so excited. For the first time, Zhang Fan trembled slightly on the operating table. For this rescue, Zhang Fan really didn't hold any hope.

Open chest, is to give yourself and the poor child an explanation, not for others, just because you won't dream in the future. Did, failed, perhaps Zhang Fan will work hard for this failure and improve it.

However, if you don't fight because of fear and cowardice, and watch your child die, you may become a knot in Zhang Fan's heart that you can't see at ordinary times. Just like the scars on trees, they will only get bigger and bigger.

This industry is really anti human.

Slowly, Lao Li's big hand became smaller and smaller, and slowly and gently left her small heart. When the heart appeared in front of Zhang Fan again.

It is so dynamic, beating so beautiful, beating so fresh.

"Yes!" Lao Li looked at Zhang Fan with a smile in his eyes!

"Yes!" Zhang Fan looks at Lao Li gratefully. He doesn't know why. Zhang Fan just wants to thank Lao Li.

"Close?"

"Close!" Zhang Fan nodded and then said, "director Li, you can close it!"

This is a performance of respect, a performance of respect on the operating table, from beginning to end!

"No, my hands are shaking so much that I can't hold the needle holder. Hi! Shame, shame, Zhang Yuan, you come. " As he spoke, Lao Li raised his hands and was really shaking.

Lao Li did the same. After a few heart massages, it is estimated that director Li used his whole body to control his hands. It's like taking a piece of tender tofu with a thousand kilograms of force.

"OK, I'll come, director Li. You get off the stage and have a rest. Watch me sew with Xiao Wang. " Zhang Fan smiled. He understood director Li. He understood director Li's mood at this time.

Cool, too cool, and then too cool, the whole body numb ~!

"OK, ha ha, OK!" Lao Li held the edge of the operating table and retreated slowly. Then he grabbed the itinerant nurse and sat under the operating table without taking off his gloves or leaving. Sitting on the edge of the operating table.

With a smile in his eyes, he looked at Zhang Fan sewing with his assistant. At this time, Lao Li is like drinking pure wine for hundreds of years. It's cool! fulfillment! The feeling of adrenaline slowly passing through the blood vessels is too satisfied.

As the liquid enters and the child's heart beats again, the alarm sound of the monitoring instrument changes from rapid to no sound.

Outside the operating room, Ouyang sat quietly on the stool at the door of the operating room, and his wife also came. He was called by Ouyang. A retired primary school teacher.

The old man was kind-hearted, and his long eyebrows hung on his eyebrows like a repaired mustache. Gentle, it seems that he is a very gentle elder. His appearance can make people want to get close to him, not Ouyang. At a glance, he knows it's not easy to be with him!

Ouyang's nature is like fire. The old man is estimated to be the lubricating oil that will never burn. The old man sat next to Ouyang and gently stroked the old lady's hand.

Today, if he was in the hospital on weekdays, Ouyang would have turned his eyes and left!

"How's it going?" Huo, Ouyang stood up because the head nurse in the operating room of the emergency center came out. The old man gently stood up and gently helped Ouyang.

He knew Ouyang too well. His mouth was as hard as marble, but the heart in his chest could not stand the slightest tear about the child.

"Dean, the child is alive. After Zhang Yuan and director Li opened their chests for heart massage, the child..." the head nurse said and couldn't go on.

Because she saw Ouyang cry!