Chapter 112

Although waste time had made full preparations when he decided to follow Xu Wei into the operating room, he was still in a hurry in the process of disinfection.

For example, he managed to brush his hands and wash them clean, but he dropped his palm again, so he was ordered by strict Xu Wei to start over again.

After hand washing, lift the forearm slightly and keep the elbow below, so that the water will not flow back to the palm and cause pollution.

Foolishly and clumsily, he followed Xu Wei to do all this and dared not miss every action. Fortunately, he had the ability to never forget, and finally managed to pass the test.

But his performance surprised Xu Wei's two assistants who were doing preparatory work.

"Well, who is this man? I thought Dr. Xu was an expert when he asked him to come, but now he doesn't even understand disinfection. How can he be an expert? " Assistant a looked at the waste with a surprised face, and his expression was a little confused.

Assistant B also looked incredulous. His eyes turned back and forth between wasted and Xu Wei, but finally shook his head: "I can't understand. I really can't understand. Dr. Xu is famous and strict in our hospital. How can he let such a person follow into the operation room?"

"Cut! This must be someone arranged by the top. " Assistant a's eyes showed full disdain and hummed softly.

In fact, strictly speaking, it can't blame the two people for guessing. It can only be said that Xu Wei's words are too few in addition to medicine. He didn't introduce himself in vain. In fact, he really doesn't know how to say if he really wants to introduce him. He can't say that he invited a qigong master.

In such a strange atmosphere, the party finally entered the operating room.

Seeing Xu Wei coming in, the anesthesiologist greeted him with a bitter smile: "Dr. Xu, the patient doesn't take anesthetics."

Xu Wei's eyebrows immediately frowned: "can you try other ways?"

"Yes, yes, but I'm afraid the patient's physique is not very good." The anesthesiologist smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Xu Wei was immediately silent. As Zheng Hongyu's attending doctor, he was very clear about the extent of Zheng Hongyu's poor physique after long-term dialysis. Moreover, because of malnutrition, a small accident is likely to maximize the risk of surgery.

"Shall I try?" Just when Xu Wei and the anesthesiologist felt helpless, waste came out slowly from behind and looked at Xu Wei and said softly.

"You?" Before Xu Wei could speak, the anesthesiologist had called out first. He looked at the waste in surprise.

In his impression, Xu Wei is a person who is very strict with surgery, and his medical skills are definitely a few people, not only in Zhenhai, but also in the whole plain province and even in China.

Therefore, the person who can enter the operating room with Xu Wei and dare to say this must also be a famous role, at least in Zhenhai. It must be the authority of the anesthesia industry.

Not to mention Zhenhai, he knew all the authoritative figures in Dinghai anesthesia, but in front of him, he was very strange, and immediately turned his eyes to Xu Wei: "Dr. Xu, who is this?"

"He is... My friend." Xu Wei wanted to say that idleness is the patient's family, but when he spoke, he changed his appearance.

In fact, in his heart, he has a glimmer of expectation for wasting time. After all, although mutual contact is very short, he was deeply impressed by wasting the mysterious Qigong. Such a qigong master dares to introduce himself, maybe he can really do it.

He was about to nod, but the assistant a behind him couldn't help exclaiming in surprise: "Dr. Xu, he was your friend, but it's really different. Your medical skills are so superb, but he can't even brush his hands. It's still true..."

When he said this, he also felt bad and quickly closed his mouth, but his words had clearly penetrated into several people's ears.

The anesthesiologist's face suddenly changed. He looked at the waste with disdain. Even his tone towards Xu Wei was not as polite as before: "Dr. Xu, this is the operating room. I hope your friend who wants to visit can either go out or shut up. I don't want a medical accident on my head!"

He also reminded assistant a and assistant B that although they are only assistants, they should bear the same responsibility if something really happens.

Moreover, when they were in the doctor's room before, they clearly heard that he was Zheng Hongyu's family, so they knew more about the details of waste, so they were more nervous.

"Since it's your way, why don't you let me try?" But he didn't think too much. He just smiled and swept his eyes from the face of anesthesiologist and assistant a and assistant B, and then stayed on Xu Wei's face.

Xu Wei moved in his heart and pondered for a long time, but finally nodded: "OK, then you'll try, but you must not burden the patient!"

"Don't worry, I know the weight." Wasted eyes are filled with strong self-confidence and turn around with a smile.

"I disagree!" But before he came to Zheng Hongyu, the anesthesiologist and assistant a and assistant B shouted in unison.

The anesthesiologist went directly to the waste, stopped him and snorted with disdain: "which hospital do you work in? Do you have a practice certificate? Have you had any experience in anesthesia? "

He is not completely against vanity, but really afraid of accidents. Of course, there is a faint trace of anger and injustice in his heart. After all, when he is helpless, vanity says to let him try. Isn't it clear that he wants to hit his face?

He is also a celebrity in Zhenhai anesthesia industry and an elite, so how can he tolerate these.

So before waiting for a wasted answer, he hummed coldly and asked, "first, what kind of anesthesia are you going to do?"

This tone obviously has a sense of superiority for teachers to test students.

Even when Xu Wei listened, he also showed a touch of embarrassment.

Assistant a and assistant B nearby were gloating and whispered: "do you think someone above you can go up to the sky and mess around? Even the patient's family can't talk like this. You really think you're the miracle doctor in the Jianghu?"

The nurses on one side were surprised to see what happened here and looked at the waste with a look like a monster.

Idly put everyone's expressions in the bottom of his eyes one by one, but he was not angry. It seemed that even the smile on his face was not affected. It was still so light and confident.

He looked at the anesthesiologist with a smile and said seriously, "my technique name is pulse cutting hand, which belongs to the content of traditional Chinese medicine."

The language is light, the tone is modest and sincere, which makes people feel like a spring breeze, even full of resentment.