Chapter 735: [735] Classmate, don’t be nervous Chapter 735: [735] Classmate, don’t be nervous “You won’t die,” Yue Wentong wouldn’t let him speak defeatist words.
“Surgery, no one can say for sure what the outcome will be,” Zhao Zhaowei sighed deeply.
“Look, take a look at this,” Xie Wanying found a kaleidoscope from somewhere and stuffed it into Student Zhao’s hands.
“Yingying, am I a three-year-old child?” Zhao Zhaowei gave her a look of exasperation, his sorrowful preoccupation with death instantly dissipated.
Yue Wentong turned his face, inspecting hers, wondering why he had never thought of the strategy she came up with.
What’s in the kaleidoscope? Zhao Zhaowei picked up the kaleidoscope, curiously peered inside: Hey, he had thought it was just a common kaleidoscope, but as it turned, it seemed to transform into a telescope, observing the surgical lights above, and looking at the class monitor’s face by his side.
When Yue Wentong noticed Student Zhao aiming the kaleidoscope at his stern face, his brows furrowed and he pressed down his hand.
Zhao Zhaowei laughed out loud, “Yingying, don’t you think he’s funny?”
Xie Wanying reminded Student Zhao: Don’t mess with the class monitor.
In response, Zhao Zhaowei turned his head and suddenly noticed someone standing at the door of the operating room, startling him: “Senior Cao!”
Having promised Ren Chongda, Cao Yong had followed them all the way here to check on his junior brother’s condition in the operating room.
The amusing scene before him couldn’t help but bring out the charming dimples at the corners of his smile. He remembered the time she brought a young patient into the operating room; as long as she was there, the patient really wouldn’t be afraid.
“Senior Cao, you didn’t leave?” Xie Wanying was also surprised to see him there.
Cao Yong strode over, standing in front of her, asserting firmly, “I’m not leaving.”
It’s best that Senior Brother didn’t leave. Xie Wanying, delighted, turned to Student Zhao and said, “See, you can be at ease now.”
Zhao Zhaowei was immensely moved in his heart: So Senior Cao had actually stayed to accompany him.
Yue Wentong’s gaze lingered on Cao Yong’s profile, his mouth straining to open, with many words hidden in his heart that he had wanted to say to this senior brother for a long time, “Senior Cao, I—-”
Thud thud, the sound of slippers interrupted the voice of everyone in the operating room.
The person who entered was Anesthesiologist Zhang Tinghai.
Why was it him doing the anesthesia? Zhao Zhaowei’s facial muscles stiffened.
“Why so nervous seeing me?” Zhang Tinghai saw the patient’s expression and said dissatisfied, “I’m not a monster.”
Zhao Zhaowei adjusted his breathing on his own.
“What are you holding in your hand?”
Zhao Zhaowei immediately handed over the kaleidoscope.
“Doctor Zhang, are you on duty this weekend?” Trying to relieve her classmate’s tension, Xie Wanying chatted with Doctor Zhang.
“No. Your Teacher Tao knows I live close by. He called me to come over and help out,” Zhang Tinghai said.
In such a major surgery, the anesthesiologist is crucial. It seems that Senior Tao also highly regards Doctor Zhang’s skills, Xie Wanying thought to herself.
Zhang Tinghai asked the patient, “Did you eat something just now?”
“Yes—-” Zhao Zhaowei sounded as though he had made a grave mistake, his tiny voice very tentative.
“I heard you didn’t eat much. To be safe, I can’t give you regular positive pressure ventilation and inhalation anesthesia. You might need a shot of propofol first, a short-acting anesthetic, then we will insert the tracheal tube directly; you’ll be getting general anesthesia,” Zhang Tinghai explained the anesthesia process to him.
Zhao Zhaowei listened, drawing deep breaths one after another.
Everyone watched his heart rate on the cardiac monitor speed up distinctly.
“What? Scared? Aren’t you a medical student? What are you afraid of?” Zhang Tinghai glanced at him in surprise.