This Doctor Fang, at this moment, isnât even as good as her, itâs like his brain is waterlogged.
Doctor Fang was glared at twice and didnât dare to make a sound.
Being a doctor means you canât easily give up. What he just said out of fear, about wanting to directly hand the patient over to surgery, wasnât quite right.
Internal medicine doctors also consider whatâs best for the patient and fight for the patient until the last moment.
The people in the control room heard the words from the sterile surgical room, and everyone knew that this attempt by Jin Tianyu might decide this patientâs life or death.
Yu Xuexianâs eyebrows were solemn, and he could only continue waiting for the final outcome.
Fu Xinheng gestured to Li Chengyuan, and if anything seemed off, he would immediately call the anesthesiology doctor to come down.
Li Chengyuan picked up his phone.
Xie Wanyingâs eyes were fixed intently on the surgical situation on the other side of the glass, and the words in her heart rose again to her throat: She wanted to try, even if she was by herself, if she could come up with a solution through effort.
But no matter how she calculated at the moment, she couldnât come up with a solution on her own.
"Yingying, can I help you?"
Who was talking to her? For a moment, it felt like she was having an empty dream. Because she knew Doctor Song definitely didnât have this kind of voice.
She turned her head, and her uncertain gaze met the person speaking: Was it Student Pan?
Pan Shihuaâs fair and gentle face was like a clear white moonlight, quietly emanating flexible strength. Seeing her look over, he nodded to confirm she hadnât misheard.
"What are you saying?" Feng Yicong came back to his senses and looked at Student Pan with surprise.
Who did this Student Pan want to help? Yingying? The female top student from Yingyingâs class? No one could understand her operations.
If Student Pan could help Yingying, it would be a miracle.
Feng Yicong muttered in his heart that Student Pan was overestimating his abilities. If he wanted to volunteer, he should first consider his own competence. Even the class president, ranking second in grades, didnât dare say this.
Yue Wentong, as a child from a doctorâs family, has always acted cautiously. Last time he dared to say heâd help Student Xie because he had some experience in neurosurgery. He was very unfamiliar with todayâs PCI, so naturally, he didnât dare to speak; he wasnât Student Xie, who could draw on a massive knowledge base within her to become a medical know-it-all.
Moreover, last time, when he assisted her in inserting a cranial drain, he almost did nothing, it was all her doing alone.
To really cooperate with her skill level, one would have to be on the same line as her.
At this stage, only Song Xueling is there.
Yue Wentong gave Pan a meaningful glance: Wanting to contribute some effort to the top student in the class out of sympathy is understandable, but with teachers here, donât show off in front of them.
Pan Shihuaâs expression suddenly became cautious, and with the class presidentâs kind reminder, he noticed all the teachers and senior students were looking at him.
Yu Xuexian, Fu Xinheng, Li Chengyuan, three pairs of eyes locked onto Student Pan, their eyes all lit with curiosity: Where did this person pop up from?
Itâs very normal for the teachers and senior students to not know or remember him; like in cardiothoracic surgery, he hasnât rotated there. Only a medical student as noteworthy as Student Xie could first catch the attention of other departmentâs faculty.
Pan Shihuaâs psychological pressure suddenly increased, and his fair, handsome face became a bit pale.
"What is his name?" Li Chengyuan turned to ask the others and the nurses, asking who recognized this person.
The nurse shook her head: Didnât recognize him.
In Fu Xinhengâs cold gaze flashed a trace of displeasure: At this critical moment, whoever speaks must take full responsibility. Donât even think a medical student can speak rashly and give random opinions, as it might affect important decisions.