Famous Among Top Surgeons in the 90s-Chapter 1936: Far Too Unusual
The surgeon doesn’t like the anesthetist sitting on a stool watching the instruments and surgery without moving. In reality, during surgery, the anesthetist’s brain needs to constantly process data, which is not any easier than physical work. Being a guardian in surgery is not easy.
The anesthetist is already exhausted from staring at the anesthetic machine, ECG monitor, urine output, and other parameters. It’s difficult to not monitor these specialized instruments’ data, so it’s up to the surgeon. When Doctor Liu introduced this, Zhang Tinghai and the operating room nurses had probably heard it many times before, and they definitely showed no interest in taking over the task.
With a glance from Doctor Liu, Xie Wanying’s brain clicked, realizing they had to rely on themselves.
"Take another look at the three charts, and if there’s anything you don’t understand, you can ask now," Doctor Liu said to her.
Others, like Zhang Tinghai, turned their gaze to Chang Jiawei.
Chang Jiawei is the chief surgeon, while Doctor Liu is just an assistant. Doctor Liu arranging any task for anyone requires Chang Jiawei’s consent. Chang Jiawei did not object, so it was considered an unspoken agreement with Doctor Liu’s arrangement. Perhaps, Chang Jiawei and Doctor Liu had already discussed this pre-surgery, and Doctor Liu was now simply conveying the task to Student Xie.
What might require caution is Chang Jiawei’s inexplicably unusual behavior today. Zhang Tinghai pondered, as he didn’t anticipate that this playboy hadn’t reverted to his usual talkative state by this stage of the surgery. Ordinarily, there would be no need for Doctor Liu to speak; the chatterbox would have finished speaking himself.
The senior Chang, who hadn’t spoken, had a stern and serious expression.
Xie Wanying wasn’t clear why Senior Chang’s excitement from the start of the surgery turned into the silent state of Teacher Tan and Teacher Du. She could only imagine that these bosses had a very authoritative vibe.
No, under the mask, Chang Jiawei’s mouth seemed like it was going to burst.
He couldn’t just talk, or talk carelessly, but it was because he didn’t want Student Xie to misunderstand him as someone who was irresponsible and flighty. His eyes occasionally glanced at Student Xie’s face across from him.
She was too calm, with a degree of coldness like snowflakes floating in an operating room with subzero temperatures. After Doctor Liu assigned the task, not only was she not nervous, but her focus seemed glued to the screen as if she were a block of adhesive, ignoring everyone.
Chang Jiawei’s heart pounded again rapidly.
On closer inspection, her large, focused eyes were full of fluid academic thought, a kind of ethereal beauty, yet at the same time, could bring terrifying pressure.
If anyone dared to babble on, once those cold, decisive academic eyes suddenly turned over to glance back, it might feel like she threw a killer move – without speaking, just her look could silence the babble with a metaphorical smack that would leave you mortified on the spot.
Chang Jiawei’s brow unconsciously furrowed tighter, his facial skin taut, his stiff expression almost like a plasterboard.
Seeing his demeanor like this, Zhang Tinghai and the operating room nurse were genuinely frightened by him. They thought this playboy’s behavior today was excessively unusual, weird enough to make them sweat coldly, suspicious whether today’s surgery might encounter some unforeseen complications.
Moreover, the patient lying on the operating table was not an ordinary patient, but a relative of a medical school student. A surgical error could result in significant trouble. Zhang Tinghai, being responsible, had a trace of worry in his eyes under his glasses, contemplating if someone should be brought in to see whether there were any additional risks in this surgery.
