: Glanced in the Crowd

Chapter 58 Being Glanced At in the Crowd

The powerful aura emanating from the skill left General Manager Wu at a loss.

In an instant, General Manager Wu looked as if he were standing in front of the director, who had just been thoroughly scolded by him.

Such a huge mistake could have happened during a stone removal surgery!

This is unacceptable no matter who you tell it to.

Even though Mr. Wu had countless explanations in his heart, he still couldn't convince himself.

Mr. Wu had no idea whether the emergency treatment order he had just received would be effective. He was lucky, and since urology is not related to air embolism or fat embolism, Mr. Wu had never encountered a patient with a similar condition.

The emergency medical orders given earlier were all instinctive reactions, and Mr. Wu did not know whether the rescue was successful or not.

In this situation, two sharp and solemn gazes fell upon him.

Mr. Wu was like a monkey who had caused trouble and gotten himself into big trouble, and was suppressed by a mountain.

His legs trembled slightly, and his voice began to sound strange.

"Director... what should we do next?"

Although the anesthesiologist was a little flustered, he still looked up in surprise and glanced at Mr. Wu after hearing his words.

You must have misheard, you must have!

"Prepare for ultrasound," Ji Xiang said in a low voice.

Lu Kai and Liu Yunqing stared in astonishment at Ji Xiang's retreating figure, completely bewildered.

Ji Xiang didn't look at them, and they didn't feel the pressure brought by the "coagulation" of the senior doctor.

They could sense the change in Ke Jixiang's tone, and then there was the fact that General Manager Wu had just called him "Director"... What on earth was going on?

"Okay, okay," Mr. Wu said in a low voice, "My operations have always been very professional, without any mistakes, I don't know how this happened..."

"Now is not the time for you to shirk responsibility," Ji Xiang said in a deep voice.

The operating room was quiet; even the monitors that had been screaming and alarming were quiet for a while.

The superior doctor's authoritative and powerful aura even caused the air embolism to pause.

Mr. Wu looked ashamed.

"Bring the ultrasound machine to the bedside," Mr. Wu said hurriedly.

The circulating nurse glared at her, clearly puzzled.

The patient experienced a sudden drop in blood pressure and blood oxygen saturation.

Based on her clinical experience, it must be a very rare emergency that is very difficult to save.

In this situation, even the head of urology would probably be helpless.

But that was when a senior doctor was present, and yet General Manager Wu listened to a resident!

Is there anything more unreliable than this in the operating room?

Ji Xiang sighed, click—another surgical point was loaded, and his gaze fell on the circulating nurse.

No one spoke, but the circulating nurse suddenly felt as if their gazes were tangible, like knives falling on her.

It's not just a figure of speech; when she was looked at by a gaze that felt so real, the DNA in her body suddenly stirred.

This is a suppression stemming from one's bloodline; the longer one works and the more rescues one participates in, the more pronounced the feeling becomes.

"Right away!" The circulating nurse seemed to have become fifteen years younger, back to when she first came to the operating room and was still a rookie.

She responded crisply and immediately scurried out of the operating room to carry out the doctor's orders.

The circulating nurses didn't know the specific reason either.

She knew she didn't need to understand, but the moment that authoritative gaze fell upon her, the circulating nurse felt she had made a grave mistake—her hesitation had delayed the rescue.

Every second counts in the rescue effort.

When there is an emergency, everyone is under a lot of pressure, but the greatest pressure is on the person in charge of the rescue.

At this moment, no one was chatting and laughing. Instead, the doctors in charge of the rescue were under too much psychological pressure and were swearing.

If a doctor's order isn't carried out as quickly and efficiently as possible, you'll be severely reprimanded.

The middle-aged circulating nurse was somewhat taken aback when she ran out of the operating room, found the ultrasound machine, and dragged it along as she ran.

What am I doing?

Was it just a glance from that young man in the crowd?

This is just too weird!

The circulating nurse slowed her pace by just a fraction, and it seemed as if a stern, solemn gaze fell upon her from behind.

The pressure and the suppression of bloodline from that glance came rushing back like a tidal wave.

Without time to think, driven by DNA, the circulating nurse quickly and steadily pushed the ultrasound machine into the operating room.

The atmosphere in the operating room was extremely oppressive, almost stagnant. Just one breath was enough to cause the circulating nurse's adrenaline to surge to its peak.

"director……"

The circulating nurse said instinctively, then froze.

If this person isn't the director, how should I address them?

Before she could think about the complex feelings in her heart and the various aftereffects of the bloodline suppression, the circulating nurse saw Yang Guang, a tall figure, opening the bandage that Mr. Wu had made.

"..."

What is he doing!

Normally, while the surgeon is still bandaging the wound, the circulating nurses would have already started yelling at the piercing alarms of the monitors and ventilators.

However, now...

She fell silent in resignation.

The overwhelming sense of bloodline suppression, the fear ingrained in her DNA, was so powerful that the circulating nurse felt like she was dreaming.

"Erythromycin ointment, what about it?" Ji Xiang asked.

"what?"

"what?"

"what?"

Mr. Wu, the anesthesiologist, and the circulating nurse all exclaimed "Ah!"

"Didn't you hear me? Should I get you a hearing aid?" Ji Xiang scolded in a low voice.

After saying this, Ji Xiang felt inexplicably ashamed.

This skill is such a stupid skill, I don't even know who copied it from.

That guy must be a swearing, unpleasant senior doctor.

If Ji Xiang were the director in charge of the rescue at this moment, he would offer a brief explanation instead of immediately issuing a stern reprimand.

But he didn't want to either.

But that stupid skill has already been activated, and there are some things that Ji Xiang can't control.

Next time for sure!

"I will never use this stupid skill again," Ji Xiang vowed in his heart for the nth time.

"There's spare erythromycin ointment in the ophthalmology operating room," the circulating nurse said quickly, her blood pressure slightly relieved, as she "woke up" before Mr. Wu and the anesthesiologist.

"Aren't you going to get it? You want me to go? Or you can come and direct the rescue."

If possible, Ji Xiang really wanted to shove his head under the operating table.

As a resident trainee, shouldn't I be running errands myself if possible?

however!

This is such a stupid skill!

Ji Xiang cursed inwardly once again.

After the rescue is over, go to the system operating room and ask the system NPC where this stupid skill was copied from.

The circulating nurse turned and ran out of the operating room with a look of shame on her face.

Ji Xiang patiently cleaned the stoma.

During the surgery in the system's operating room, the system NPC quickly found the problem—the stoma was not sealed properly, and there was a gap between the stoma tube and the surrounding skin, suggesting that gas was entering through the gap between the tube and the skin.

Ji Xiang was astonished when he saw that the system NPC solved the problem with just a little erythromycin ointment.

Air embolism can be treated with erythromycin ointment...

That's a unique way of thinking!

After this case, the image of the system NPC in Ji Xiang's mind grew increasingly lofty.

It's no longer a question of whether the surgery was done well or badly. The system NPCs are like martial arts masters who can injure people with every falling petal or leaf, or like reclusive heroes who find the world boring and prefer to live a simple life.

Soon, the circulating nurse returned with erythromycin ointment.

In full view of everyone, Ji Xiang filled the gap between the drainage tube and the skin with erythromycin ointment and re-bandaged it.

He then walked over to the ultrasound machine.

"Not powered on? Are you waiting for me? Is this how you handle emergency care?"

Ji Xiang's muscle memory activated on its own, and a sentence came out without warning.

Ji Xiang was speechless and burst into tears.

Can you please stop hurling insults?

The answer is obvious—no.

"I will never use this stupid skill again," Ji Xiang made up his mind for the N+1th time in a short period of time.

The circulating nurse and the anesthesiologist were stunned for a moment, then lowered their heads in shame.

I was startled by the doctor's order for erythromycin ointment and completely forgot about something so important.

What's wrong with me today? I encountered an emergency situation, and I kept making mistakes, delaying the rescue time.

Ji Xiang turned on the machine, and it was fully started up in one minute. The ultrasound probe was then placed on the patient's chest.

"The lung ultrasound showed pleural sliding sign, but no B-line was seen, and there was no obvious effusion in either pleural cavity."

The anesthesiologist's scalp tingled as if struck by lightning.

What is this?!

Lung ultrasound!

Because the lungs are full of air, the lung ultrasound examination did not exist not long ago.

It wasn't until a little over a decade ago that top-tier hospitals in Beijing and Shanghai started offering this service.

The Second Affiliated Hospital has been doing this for even shorter periods, and currently only a handful of people in the anesthesiology department know how to do it.

The doctors who can perform these procedures are mainly in the intensive care unit.

"You want me to take notes?" Ji Xiang's muscle memory kicked in again. The senior doctor's gaze fell on the anesthesiologist's face, and he said coldly, "Go home and get some sleep. We don't need you here."

"..."

The anesthesiologist's eyes welled up with tears.

He wasn't moved; he was terrified out of his wits.

In his eyes, the person he was talking to was not a resident trainee, but a teacher that the department head had invited from the capital.

Moreover, this teacher has a terrible temper and will start cursing as soon as she opens her mouth.

But the anesthesiologist knew that the reason he was being reprimanded was because he had not recorded the ultrasound results immediately.

In an instant, it was as if he had opened his computer's F drive, accessed a folder named "Data," and found the video of his most beloved girl.

He turned his hand speed up to the maximum, bent over, ignoring the creaking sound of his intervertebral discs, and wrote down what Ji Xiang had just said.

"Abdominal ultrasound showed a small amount of fluid in the hepatorenal recess, but no obvious fluid in the spleen and kidney recess or pelvic cavity. Due to intestinal gas, the hepatic vein and inferior vena cava were not clearly visible with the low-frequency abdominal probe, but a small number of hyperechoic objects could be seen floating in the hepatic vein and inferior vena cava."

"Low-frequency cardiac probe."

Ji Xiang reached out his hand.

I waited for three seconds, but my hand was still empty.

He turned his head and looked at the circulating nurse.

"Help!" Ji Xiang cried out in his heart.

It is obvious that the doctors and nurses in the operating room of the Second Affiliated Hospital are not proficient in performing ultrasounds during surgery, which is also related to the low incidence of air embolism during surgery.

Their skill level is nowhere near that of the anesthesiologists and operating room nurses in the operating room.

but!

Don't make any mistakes, Ji Xiang shouted. Have some self-awareness, you're just a resident trainee!

"Is this the level of the Second Affiliated Hospital? Go back and memorize the emergency treatment procedure for intraoperative air embolism a hundred times. They don't know anything, a bunch of good-for-nothings."

"It's muscle memory," Ji Xiang said coldly.

(End of this chapter)