Chapter 908: 【908】The boss is not allowed to escape

   Chapter 908 [908] The boss is not allowed to escape

   The blood pressure of the child has dropped again and is now barely maintained with blood transfusions and drugs.

   Dr. Zhou is a licensed doctor, so he will be a helper before the other doctors in the department come back. When he came in and saw the child in front of him, his head suddenly became a little cloudy. He had never experienced surgery on such a young child.

   Nie Jiamin, who was going to brush his hands, found that he was not moving, and hurriedly turned to Xie Wanying and shouted, "Yingying."

   I don't know when, Teacher Nie used to call her by her nickname.

   "Yes, Mr. Nie, I'll come." Xie Wanying instantly understood the teacher's instructions and stepped forward to replace Dr. Zhou to disinfect the operation area for the child. She had performed surgery on Xiaoyazhi before, and she remembered similar procedures, and she was not unfamiliar at all.

   Dr. Zhou finally recovered and went up to help her lay out the surgical drape.

   Putting on the surgical gown, Nie Jiamin came into the operating room and took the position of the chief surgeon. Due to the tight schedule and the lack of Chinese, he reached out to the nurse and said casually, "Scalple."

   Good guy, what did the new doctor say? The nurse's body froze, and she was dumbfounded.

   Dr. Zhou shrank his shoulders in fear: If the boss suddenly speaks English while he is doing surgery, what would he want him to do, can he react? A small doctor in his county hospital, never had the opportunity to communicate in English with a foreigner. Maybe look at the English paper and tell him to speak English? Get around him.

   "Mr. Nie wants a scalpel." Seeing that neither the nurse nor Dr. Zhou was moving, Xie Wanying hurriedly took her seat and told the nurse. The reason why she was half a beat slower was because Teacher Nie's gesture of reaching out was obvious, so she could guess something, but she didn't expect that people were startled by English first.

   The scalpel was handed to the chief surgeon, and the nurse felt uneasy and unsure. She just graduated from technical secondary school and can't speak English.

   Dr. Zhou's gaze secretly turned to Xie Wanying, indicating: Let's change positions.

  Xie Wanying asked: ?

  Doctor Zhou: I’m afraid that he and I will talk like chickens and ducks. If I don’t exchange with you, I’m afraid I won’t be able to communicate with him.

   I'm afraid it's the same as other doctors in his department who came back. No one in the county hospital can speak English with foreigners.

   It is not her decision whether to change the position or not, it needs to be decided by the chief knife. Xie Wanying wrote to Dr. Zhou in her eyes.

   "You two, change positions." The voice under Nie Jiamin's surgical mask spoke.

  Others heard his voice dull, obviously disappointed.

   Dr. Zhou regretted it, he knew he would not back down. To put it bluntly, the boss didn't start to scold him for what was he afraid of? First of all, can I learn something from the big guy? Well, now this precious learning opportunity has to be given to others in vain, who made him flinch.

   "Change." No matter whether he regretted it or not, Nie Jiamin gave an order to urge.

   Forget about it at other times, I flinched on the operating table, and it was good that I was not kicked off the stage.

   is the big guy has a temper. Teacher Nie is now angry.

  Doctor Zhou had to exchange places with Xie Wanying and stood in the position of the second assistant.

   Filled up the vacancy and was ordered to be an assistant again in danger. It was the first time for Xie Wanying to do this kind of infant surgery, and Xie Wanying's heart tensed. She remembered that it was written in the textbook that infant surgery and adult surgery were similar.

   All she has to do is be cautious and follow the teacher's instructions.

   "Gauze." Instructed the nurse, she reached for the gauze block and stood by.

   raised his eyes, Nie Jia sharply swept the posture of her hand, which seemed to be accurate and expected, so he held a pen-style scalpel and cut open the patient's skin.

   (end of this chapter)