The blood vessels are full, and the difficulty of puncture is reduced sharply.

But was that little peddler really had an idea? The anesthesiologist was a little confused, and he subconsciously felt that it was impossible to be a coincidence.

Combined with what he scolded himself during the rescue today, the anesthesiologist did not believe it, but had an idea, and successfully rescued like a flying fairy in the sky.

When he thought of Ji Xiang's stern face and scolding him coldly, the anesthesiologist shuddered again and subconsciously took the quicksell into his mouth.

"That student is interesting. Today I participated in the rescue of air embolism." The director of the anesthesia department did not seem to see the doctor under his subordinates holding the fast boy. He murmured as he looked at the rescue record.

Air embolism, indwelling intravenous channels in patients with severe burns.

No matter which one is a very difficult clinical thing, at least not many doctors in the Second Affiliated Hospital can complete it smoothly.

It is precisely because of this that this is the weirdest thing.

"Can it be said that it is Mr. Gu's student, not the regular student?"

"I heard from Mr. Wu that he is a half-baked student. He doesn't come to the department to be on duty after entering the department, and he doesn't care at all." The anesthesiologist suddenly expressed Mr. Wu's evaluation of Ji Xiang.

"Half-sucking..." the director of the anesthesiology department contempt, "They know nothing about it!"

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In the department of the hospital, Mr. Wu was lying in the duty room of the hospitalization office, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He was like a little girl who had a crush on Ji Xiang, and he was full of Ji Xiang's tall and handsome figure.

Not only that, he is also in his mind.

Mr. Wu was not betrayed. He was not a secret love for Ji Xiang, but just didn't understand why he was kneeling down after being looked at.

Why is a small-scale student who is "not doing his job properly"?

After the patient stepped down, Mr. Wu went to take a look every half hour. The patient was normal and there was no sign of air embolism.

Just a tube of erythromycin eye ointment?

Mr. Wu felt that he was dreaming that there was a tube of erythromycin ointment in the dream. The young man named Ji Xiang pierced the erythromycin ointment, hung liquid, and then gave him an infusion.

What a fuck!
Chapter completed!