Lao He was preparing the equipment and medicines needed for the operation in the interventional operating room. He received a notification from Su Yun last night that he would have a thoracoscopic operation today.

I didn't care much at the time. Thoracoscopy was just a very basic surgical procedure. Now it's not 20 years ago. Basically, doctors at the general level of hospitalization in 912 have already used thoracoscopy.

For anesthesiologists, single-pulmonary ventilation is a pre-determinal skill to ensure the smooth operation of thoracoscopy. Unlike laparoscopy, the abdominal cavity needs to be pumped into it to create space for the operation, but thoracoscopy requires lung tissue to shrink so that there can be a vision.

Lao He doesn't think he will have problems. After all, whether it is his surgical level or Boss Zheng is in the back lineup, the possibility of problems is almost zero, so it will not be considered for the time being.

After handing over the shift, Lao He came to the interventional operating room.

"Xiaohua, there is no emergency order, right?" Lao He asked.

"The director said that he would leave an emergency room for Boss Zheng to intervene, saying that he would have to undergo a thoracoscopy." said the anesthesiologist on duty.

It turned out that he had already said hello, Lao He came to an emergency interventional office with a smile and inserted the U disk first.

In the BGM where good luck comes, Lao He felt that he was 20 years younger and his pace became a little lighter. Monitor... Ventilator... Dual cavity intubation... Rescue medicine...

Lao He carefully checked every 912 emergency surgery. Although the 912 emergency surgery has its own set of process, he still proofreaded the last time. Moreover, this is an interventional operating room, and there are relatively few general anesthesia, so Lao He must ensure that it is foolproof.

If you really lack things after opening the stage, you'll be fucked.

"He Junjin!" A voice that was not familiar but made Lao He creepy. Lao He was slightly stunned, his face was relaxed and happy, and then he changed his face and turned his head like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Ye Chu, why are you here?"

"Director Xu goes down to see the patient, I'll take a look first. Are you checking the equipment?" Ye Qingqiu asked.

"Yes, I'll take a look first. The operation list has not been mentioned yet. When I receive the operation notification, I will go down to see the patient." Lao He said, and suddenly realized in his mind that the person who had the surgery today should be a big shot.

Otherwise Ye Qingqiu wouldn't come up, or Director Xu wouldn't go down.

"All ready? Nothing is wrong," Ye Qingqiu asked.

"Well, it's all over, the patient can get anesthesia when he comes up."

Ye Qingqiu nodded slightly, glanced his eyes through the operating room, and then asked, "Is this the good luck that Boss Zheng heard when he was undergoing surgery?"

"Yes, Director Ye." Old He was not sure, so he was very cautious when answering Director Ye's question and didn't dare to say a word.

When facing the boss of the medical department, all clinicians will give certain respect, as long as they are a little timid in their hearts.

Ye Qingqiu refused to comment, but just nodded slightly. Seeing Xie Yiren walking in with surgical instruments, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were a little deeper, and she thought she should be laughing.

But the two did not communicate, and Ye Qingqiu turned around and left.

"Yiren, who will I do the surgery today?" Old He asked with a long sigh.

"I heard early in the morning that it was an 84-year-old patient. I was about to give up and go back to my hometown. Zheng Ren happened to see him yesterday and asked for an emergency surgery in our hospital."

Xie Yiren handed the disinfected equipment box to the circuit nurse. She was about to go to disinfect and told Lao He some information.

It is not a surgery to open the chest, Dr. Charles' instrument box is of no use, but Xie Yiren still carefully prepares the surgical box so that he will not be busy at that time.

Lao He began to think about it. At the age of 84, he should be an elderly patient, and there are various possibilities for intubation failure.

He took the fiber bronchoscope and placed it in a place that was not in trouble. The second generation explorer's throat mask... Forget this, even if you want to use Boss Zheng's side, there will be three generations.

What other equipment may be needed but not commonly used?

Just as he was thinking, Lao He heard another familiar voice coming from the corridor.

"Mr. Peng, please lie down for a while for the lounge you prepared?"

It was President Yan! Lao He was slightly surprised. It seemed that the patient's background was bigger than he thought, and even President Yan followed him.

"No, is it because I, as a family member of the patient, will put pressure on the surgeon if I see the operation?" Mr. Peng said with a smile.

"That's not. Boss Zheng's surgery is very stable and he has a big heart." President Yan smiled, "I'm either worried or I'm afraid that you are tired."

"It's only 1 hour in total, nothing is tired."

Lao He pretended to be busy and showed his hard work without any real thing, careful, down-to-earth and serious.

You have to do work and do false performances well. Lao He is clear about everything. If it weren’t for the fact that the luck was not very good in the first half of his life, he would have already been raised. It is time for heaven and earth to work together, and now it should be a turn for the luck. Lao He thought to himself with a smile.

"Oh? Dr. Zheng is used to listening to this when he is undergoing surgery..."

When he arrived outside the surgery room, Mr. Peng heard the song of good luck coming from inside and said casually. But how do you describe it? Mr. Peng and his team did not have such good conditions for surgery at that time, but it did not affect his knowledge that the current surgeons have music that they are willing to listen to.

I have heard countless songs in the operating room, but I have never heard of good luck.

To be honest, this song is a little noisy and has a fast pace. If it were square dances... it seemed that square dances would dislike this song. Mr. Peng smiled slightly and said, "It's rare to see such retro songs."

"Boss Zheng may be for a good reputation." Ye Qingqiu said softly.

Mr. Peng nodded.

"This is Dr. He Junjin, deputy director of the Department of Anesthesiology." Ye Qingqiu introduced.

Although Lao He has never been so close to Mr. Peng, he has always heard his name. In addition, when Ye Qingqiu introduced himself, he directly said to the deputy director. Old He was happy. This should be a bit strange, otherwise Director Ye would not have lies with his eyes open, just to make Mr. Peng feel that 912 is important.

It turned out that it was the old man's lover's surgery, no wonder.

Lao He turned around and greeted Mr. Peng, but there were a group of people at the door. As if they were going to hold a dean's office meeting, all the director-level leaders followed behind.

"Old Peng." Lao He did not avoid the kind greetings or flattery, but greeted them lightly, bowed slightly, and started his own performance without real objects again.

I don’t ask for merit, but I want no mistakes. The credit is all of Boss Zheng’s. It would be great if I could get a share of the pie. Lao He understood it in his heart.

"Mr. Peng, please take a break." President Yan brought a small round stool and put it in the corner of the operating room. Undoubtedly, Mr. Peng "pressed" on the stool.
Chapter completed!