(Mr. Rong checked it~~~)

Sanguan didn't expect that he would be lying obediently on the bed in the endoscopic treatment room for such a reason.

As the name suggests, others have extremely positive views and will definitely pay back what they owe others. However, the appendix is ​​too fantastic. I thought about it all night and it is really hard to judge whether appendicitis can be transmitted through the phone and the Internet.

Because when he saw Ding Chen with unbearable abdominal pain, his right lower abdomen also tightened, and he immediately dreamed of such an empathetic disease two weeks ago, and it was a bit absurd to say that it had nothing to do with it. With his serious personality, he really couldn't convince himself.

Yes, our Brother Luo is so honest.

But honesty does not mean stupidity.

When Ding Chen actively discussed compensation for the appendix with him, he still argued and finally saved his little appendix. However, the crime of death was not escaped, and the appendix was protected. Last night, Mr. Ding experienced that tragic self-stimulation that had to be repeated in him.

Qi Jing also advised that appendicitis is an inflammation caused by lumen obstruction and stimulation of foreign bodies of sedum, and it is indeed not contagious.

But this negotiation has long been separated from the scope of rationality and is moving further and further towards the path of idealism and fantasy. Finally, under Ding Chen's repeated requests, Luo Sanguan agreed to her suggestion. The two reached an agreement on the responsibility for appendicitis. As long as he experiences general anesthesia in person, the matter will be over.

The entire anesthesia meeting was completed under the witness of the Minghaier Center medical team.

They are usually serious pediatricians, but when they encounter this situation, they tore off the robes of gentlemen, and they are full of professionals.

"Come on, come on, three views, laugh at me!"

“We will record your general anesthesia process throughout…”

Luo San watched them not take it seriously at first, but thought it would be better to record it, so he could study it carefully afterwards. But when he lay on the treatment bed and looked at the instruments around him, due to height reasons, the corners that he didn't care about entered his sight.

"Hey, what are you holding?"

"Hmm? Nothing is nothing."

"Why do I look like a shaver?"

"Oh, maybe I forgot to throw it away after using it in the hotel, so I brought it all the way."

The tone was normal, but the content of the conversation was very strange, and this weirdness continued. Just after a look back, Luo Sanguan saw another thing stuffed in a white coat. He was wrapped in white cloth, and he didn't know what it was.

"You guys come to watch, why are you carrying things in your hands?"

"Nothing, it's all souvenirs for coming here."

"I have to say that the things in this hospital are really useful."

"Well, it's really easy to use..."

Luo Sanguan also wanted to ask, the anesthesiologist on the side had already taken his seat, walked up to him and said, "Okay, Luo Sang, let's start."

"Doctor Fujimoto trouble you."

"Although Luo Sang is our friend and has a good relationship, he still needs to sign the letter." Dr. Fujimoto helped his glasses and handed over the informed consent form similar to that in China, "Sign it quickly, everyone hurry up."

"Um."

I have to say that Brother Luo has done a very thorough preparation.

After learning that he had appendicitis, he spent a lot of money to do a genetic test, which ruled out the possibility of malignant high fever during the operation. Now he invited Fujimoto, a professional anesthesiologist at Shirahara Memorial Hospital, and prepared the best ventilator and electrocardiogram monitor. (1)

"Luosang doesn't have to be nervous, relax, and he will fall asleep in a while."

Fujimoto looked at the personal information that Luo Sanguan had written before and began to calculate the dosage of the drug: "Your weight should have a higher dosage."

Luo Sanguan nodded, breathed a sigh of relief, and said lightly: "Teacher Fujimoto, please explain the anesthesia step by step, including medication. I want to feel the effect of each medicine, thank you."

Fujimoto made an OK gesture: "Because of the instrument, I directly used general vein anesthesia. The first one was to use preoperative medicine, and the main function was to calm down... They used dexmedetomidine, ondansetron and dexamethasone. I would mix them all into normal saline, and I would drip the vein quickly, and try to finish the drip in 15 minutes."

Luo Sanguan found a more comfortable position for himself, and then slowly closed his eyes.

After entering the preoperative medicine, there was actually no feeling, and it was more about preventing irritability, vomiting and other conditions during the operation. So during this period, Luo Sanguan felt nothing, and finally talked to Qi Jing about Ye Han's condition.

"Who could have thought it was flu?"

"The flu was just a coincidence, and there were other problems in her body." Qi Jing said, "But let's not talk about her now, we should start inducing it."

"Um......"

The general anesthesia induction process has strict order, first with the short-term anesthetic etomidate, and Fujimoto took 10 mg of slow intravenous injection.

Luo San looked at the fluid entering his body with the venous pathway, and immediately felt sleepiness slowly climbing up. He tried to open his eyes wide and wanted to stay awake as much as possible, but the effectiveness of etomidate is still strong, and his eyelids are no longer his own.

Here comes...a groggy feeling...

"Luosang, next is the muscle relaxation drug cis-Atracuronium, you will feel weak all over. After using it..."

"Well, I..." Luo Sanguan lost his strength after he said halfway.

This is the feeling of anesthesia...

The eyelids can't be lifted...

In the end, hearing was still the one that disappeared. Luo Sanguan completely lost consciousness after hearing the last sufentanil.

"It's overwhelming?"

"Um."

Dr. Fujimoto's skills are very good. He dragged Luo Sanguan's chin with one hand and intubation on the other hand.

Because his gestures were too skillful, Wang Danxing almost couldn't stop him: "Wait, Doctor Fujimoto, wait first."

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Fujimoto said in English with a strong Japanese accent. "Now Luosang's muscles are loose and he doesn't breathe. If he doesn't intubate as soon as possible..."

"No, no hurry." Wang Danxing looked at the oxygen saturation that had not changed color on the electrocardiogram monitor beside him, and said, "Wait a minute."

"Wait?" Just waited for a while, Luo Sanguan's oxygen saturation dropped from 95 to 90, "Wait?"

"It's okay." A group of critically ill elites who have been working on Nicu for many years don't care about this oxygen saturation, "I'll do it after 85."

“85? Is it too late?”

"We are not good at anesthesia, but we are still very skilled in tracheal intubation." Another doctor said with a smile. "We are doing pediatric intubation every day. Adults are just a little tired, and there is no difference."

Qi Jing didn't expect that they were playing so much that they couldn't help but walk forward, and then he discovered two things that Luo Sanguan had seen before.

"Captain Wang, should you bring a shaver to prepare a skin for him?"

"Isn't Dr. Qi from the internal medicine department?"

"This has nothing to do with internal medicine and surgery. I have seen the sharp knife skills of the shaving master..." Qi Jing still felt a little inappropriate when he thought about it. "That's all, it's not appropriate for you to make him a blue dragon."

"Qinglong...tsk tsk." The two guys holding disposable shaves looked at each other and couldn't help but praise, "Brother Qi still understands it very much."

After saying that, the man took out a catheter bag from his white coat pocket and pulled a simple operating table. The unpacking speed was amazingly fast: "When the skin is ready, I will give him a 'green dragon water', which will be perfect."

Qi Jing's eyes quickly moved from the shaver and catheter to the camera in Wang Danxing's hand on the other side: "You don't want to take pictures as a souvenir, right?"

"Um?"

"Damn, it turns out that I can still play like this..."

"Hey, Brother Luo is a pretty good person. You guys are too much!"

"Don't he want to experience the surgery? The appendectomy must be cleaned."

"It's already very good for us to do it on our behalf. We will definitely help him clean it up!"

After being said this, Qi Jing didn't know how to refute it. After all, the other party was Luo Sanguan's colleagues, so he didn't have to say much. And the most important point is that he also wanted to see the skin preparation techniques of these young doctors and the way someone looked after they found out that he had become a blue dragon.

Tracheal intubation was completed quickly. Although there was some obstruction, it failed to block the tracheal catheter in Fujimoto's hand.

After a few tests, he said: "Propofol will be maintained until the end of the muscle relaxation time, using the standard anesthetic dose of appendectomy. He will fall asleep like this for the next two hours. I slept in the lounge next door. If there is anything, I can call me."

"Thanks."

Fujimoto looked at the razor and catheter they had already taken out, smiled helplessly, and said in the bad Chinese language that Luo Sanguan taught him: "Luo Sang is such a great blessing in life with you."

"A great blessing?" Wang Danxing couldn't help but smile, "Yes, yes, it's indeed a great blessing!"

......

At this time, Luo Sanguan had no idea what was going on in his body. He had just had a dizzy moment, and he lost consciousness and knew nothing.

But I don’t know if it’s because of the medicine, but he is usually awake until dawn, but now he is dreaming.

I am big and thick, but I have an interesting soul under such a skin. I love reading books, chatting with friends about cars and houses, and I have an almost obsessed love for clinical diagnosis. However, because of my professionalism, my level is definitely not comparable to Qi Jing.

But it's already very good in the imaging circle.

In fact, his love for diagnosis and Qi Jing are two completely different concepts.

Qi Jing likes to hold on to a clue and never let go of every detail in the patient. He will never let go if he can't dig out the results. However, Luo Sanguan likes to suppress his opponents with his rich knowledge reserves and meticulous logical thinking ability when the cinematic conditions are almost the same, so as to reflect his own value.

This made him love literature and materials. He couldn't sleep without reading more than ten domestic and foreign documents a day, and sometimes he would even hurt his waist due to long-term reading. Although one of his close friends often advised him to lose weight, he could only protect his waist by losing weight, but he always disagrees with his three views.

"I think about it far away..."

Luo San looked at the emergency room where patients were coming and going, and couldn't help but sigh, "This is a dream, it's real."

"Doctor, where can I go to the emergency room?"

"Oh, turn right in front..."

Luo Sanguan showed him a way, and wanted to go around. After all, it was a brand new hospital that suddenly appeared, and he had to familiarize himself with the environment. But just as he was about to turn around, some words suddenly appeared on the head of the middle-aged man asking for directions.

The text slowly turned from vagueness to clear, and finally what appeared before him was a simple and concise personal information: Lin Lan, male, 43 years old...
To be continued...