"Professor Deng, what should you do next? Should I continue the surgery or just continue like this?" asked the nurse on the tour.

Deng Chaohong hesitated and said in a deep voice, "I'll take a look. After communicating, I guess there is something wrong."

After saying that, he turned around and stepped down.

The nurse on the tour did not speak and watched Deng Chaohong leave.

After the operating room door was closed, she sighed, "Old Deng is really lucky."

"Someone used blood products to water flowers a few years ago. Have you seen that?" asked the anesthesiologist.

"Look, I haven't been there since the unit organized voluntary blood donation. Later, there seemed to be an explanation, but I don't believe it." The nurse in the tour contemptuously said.

"This time I guess it's...even if Lao Deng asked, the blood station must have said that an emergency patient had called it. Who knows where the blood went?" The anesthesiologist cursed.

"It has nothing to do with us." said the tour nurse, "Say a few less."

"I just can't stand it." The anesthesiologist said in a slight verbal mood, "The patient's family went to donate blood in a direction, but they didn't use it. Isn't this a scam?"

"Oh." The nurse in the tour sighed, sat on a chair in the corner, her eyes defocused, and stared blankly at the ventilator.

Zhao Tianjiao asked ignorantly, "Sister Liu, isn't you donating blood in a direction? Why is it gone if you don't say it's gone?"

"Who knows."

The tour nurse knew that Zhao Tianjiao was the son of Dean Zhao, so he didn't say something if he could say it. He would lose it if he could say too much.

The operating room was very quiet. Deng Chaohong slapped the scalpel on the side with blood stains. The lights of the shadowless lights were faintly flashing in the blood.

Ten minutes later, Deng Chaohong walked in.

"Old Deng, what should I do?"

"How do I know!" Deng Chaohong said angrily.

"You are a craftsman, you don't know who knows." The savage nurse came up, almost pointing at Deng Chaohong's nose and was about to start scolding.

This is quite polite. If Deng Chaohong dares to retaliate, there will be countless unpleasant words waiting for him.

"Calm down, calm down." The anesthesiologist dissuaded, "Professor Deng, are you still doing the surgery?"

"The patient's family is going to find a blood station, let's wait for news." Deng Chaohong said in frustration.

"Damn it!" the anesthesiologist whispered.

If the patient cannot get out of the patient, he must keep maintaining the patient's anesthesia. There will definitely be problems if it takes too long.

If something happened to one link, it was difficult to do all links. The anesthesiologist had already used silver needles to pierce the people who were standing in the blood.

"Old Deng, are you okay?" asked the tour nurse.

"I don't know either. I've made sure I've changed my mind in two hours." Deng Chaohong said hatefully, "Who knows what happened and who knows what to do."

"Should you wait."

The operating room was quiet, and everyone was thinking about different things in their hearts.

More than ten minutes later, Deng Chaohong's cell phone rang.

"Director Sun, it's me."

"The surgery...is no problem. How much blood is produced during the operation may not be necessary. 5,000 ml is the limit, and there is no other way." Although Deng Chaohong still insisted in the face of the president's inquiry, "Some time ago, Professor Qian made one and lost 6,000 ml of blood. 5,000 ml is really the limit."

"Okay, then I'll wait."...

After hanging up the phone, the anesthesiologist asked curiously, "Why, have you been to the dean so soon?"

"The patient's family is unhappy and wants to smash the blood station. They also contacted the reporter and the self-media big v. They said that it had been spread online and the hospital also had a headache." Deng Chaohong sighed and said.

This is getting more and more troublesome.

Although I have done everything I can do, if something happens in the end, people on the front line of the clinical field will definitely be thrown out as scapegoats.

If I get bombed by the Internet, I will be *** and I have done nothing. This is an unintentional disaster.

Deng Chaohong pulled his hair down one by one.

sometimes

I really don't want to do it anymore, thankless.

If I had known that Blood Station was so doggy, I would definitely not have received this surgery.

Damn! Deng Chaohong cursed again.

"Has his family killed their blood? It's wrong to say that this matter is because of the blood. It's wrong to hit the sky! You can't be a big resentment!!" The nurse in the tour said without fear of big trouble.

"Everyone is almost a group..." The anesthesiologist said a little and forced himself to hold it back. "It must be the leader of the Municipal Health Commission who found our dean. If it really makes a fuss, everyone will not look good, wait."

Deng Chaohong stared at the patient on the operating table in a daze.

After a long time, the door of the operating room opened and Zhao Jixiang walked in.

"Professor Deng, how are you doing now?" Zhao Jixiang asked.

Deng Chaohong quickly stood up and explained the difficulties he was facing.

"The blood is gone. It is said to be a series of highway car accidents. The person is being rescued in the First Affiliated Hospital." Zhao Jixiang explained, "Director Sun means you want to find a way to complete the operation."

Deng Chaohong was about to explode. He was angry, but forced to suppress it. In order not to reveal negative emotions, he could only lower his head.

His hands were clenched into fists without realizing it.

Who knows whether the highway car accident is true or false? Deng Chaohong was extremely angry.

Anyway, I need to have insufficient blood and I have to undergo surgery by myself. What if something happens in the end is my own.

"Professor Deng, Dean Sun means this, look," Zhao Jixiang said lightly.

Deng Chaohong originally expected Zhao Jixiang to help him say something, but his meaning was very clear and he was not ready to help, "be strict and neutral."

"Director Zhao, do you know how many branches of the transverse lumbar artery are. There will definitely be a lot of bleeding during surgical removal." Deng Chaohong explained with his teeth gritted.

"Professor Deng, come with me."

Zhao Jixiang turned around and left the operating room.

Seeing Deng Chaohong and going out, the nurse on the tour was curious and approached the anesthesiologist and asked, "Lao Qu, what's going on?"

"Maybe the province is going to hold a meeting recently, so there can be no trouble." The anesthesiologist said vaguely.

The tour nurse understood in a second, and she walked away helplessly.

Soon, the door of the operating room opened and Zhao Jixiang and Deng Chaohong walked in.

"The blood station is actively distributing blood sources. It should be fine. Let's talk to the patient's family and then hurry up and do it."

"Okay, Dean Zhao."

Deng Chaohong looked at Zhao Jixiang deeply and went out to communicate with the patient's family in his surgical gown.

The anesthesiologist was helpless, and he knew that this was the sorrow of front-line personnel.

Although there are various intentions, they are powerless.

Another 20 minutes later, Deng Chaohong came back, and the person who came in with him was not Director Zhao but Director Bai.

Director Bai's expression was very calm. After coming in, he stood in the corner without saying a word.

"Director Bai, you are here." The anesthesiologist quickly greeted him.

"Yes." Director Bai nodded.

"Can blood be prepared?" asked the anesthesiologist.

Director Bai looked at him with a fool's eyes, making the anesthesiologist feel a little ashamed.

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