Chapter 58: Being Looked at in the Crowd

The powerful pressure contained within the skill left Wu Zong at a loss.

In just an instant, it was as if Wu Zong were standing before the Muniu Waike Zhuren, having just been scolded until he was drenched in blood.

To have such a massive blunder occur while performing a stone removal surgery!

This matter wouldn't make sense no matter who one explained it to.

Even if Wu Zong had countless explanations in his own heart, it still didn't make sense.

Wu Zong didn't even know if the emergency rescue orders he had just given were effective; he was lucky, and the Urology Department had never encountered air embolism or fat embolism, so Wu Zong had never met a similar patient.

The emergency rescue orders he had issued previously were all a kind of instinctive reaction; as for whether the rescue succeeded or failed, Wu Zong didn't know the result either.

Under these circumstances, two sharp and solemn gazes fell upon him.

Wu Zong was like a Shizi that had caused trouble and brought about a great disaster, suppressed by a massive mountain.

His legs trembled slightly, and even the sound of his voice began to change.

"Zhuren... what should we do next?"

Although the Anesthesia Doctor was a bit panicked, he still looked up in astonishment after hearing Wu Zong's words and glanced at him.

He must have heard wrong, definitely!

"Prepare the Ultrasound," Ji Xiang said in a low voice.

Lu Kai and Liu Yunqing looked at Ji Xiang's back in astonishment, feeling inexplicably bewildered.

Ji Xiang didn't look at them, and they didn't feel the pressure brought by 【Superior Doctor's Gaze】.

But they could feel the change in the tone of Ji Xiang's voice, and coupled with the fact that Wu Zong had just called him Zhuren... what the hell was this.

"Okay, okay," Wu Zong said in a low voice, "My operation has always been standard, there were no mistakes, and I don't know how this happened..."

"Now is not the time for you to shirk responsibility," Ji Xiang said in a deep voice.

The Operating Room was quiet, and the Monitoring Instrument that had been screaming and alarming also quieted down a little.

The powerful pressure of a superior doctor whose word was law even caused the air embolism to stall for a moment.

Wu Zong looked ashamed.

"Push the bedside Ultrasound over," Wu Zong said hurriedly.

The Circulating Nurse narrowed her eyes; she couldn't understand it at all.

The Patient had inexplicably experienced a drop in blood pressure and oxygen saturation.

Judging by her clinical experience, it was bound to be a very rare and difficult emergency to save.

Encountering this kind of situation, she estimated that even if the Muniu Waike Zhuren came over, he would be helpless.

But that was only if a superior doctor were present, yet Wu Zong was actually listening to a Standardized Training Student!

Could there be anything more unreliable than this in the Operating Room?

Ji Xiang sighed, click~ another Surgical Point was loaded, and his gaze fell upon the Circulating Nurse.

No one spoke, but in an instant, the Circulating Nurse felt the gaze as if it were tangible, falling upon her like a knife.

It wasn't a figure of speech; when she was looked at by that tangible gaze, the DNA in her body suddenly stirred.

This was suppression from the bloodline; the longer one worked and the more rescues one participated in, the more obvious the feeling was.

"Right away!" The Circulating Nurse seemed to have become fifteen years younger, returning to when she first came to the Operating Room and was still a rookie.

She responded crisply and immediately trotted out of the Operating Room to execute the medical order.

As for exactly why, the Circulating Nurse didn't understand either.

She knew she didn't need to understand; the moment that majestic gaze pressed down on her, the Circulating Nurse felt she had made a grave mistake—because her hesitation had delayed the rescue.

In a rescue, not a single minute or second can be delayed.

When encountering an emergency rescue, everyone is under great pressure, and the greatest pressure is on the person leading the rescue.

At this time, no one is joking around; more often, the doctor leading the rescue is under too much psychological pressure and starts cursing as soon as they open their mouth.

If a medical order isn't executed as quickly as possible, one will be scolded until they are drenched in blood.

Until she ran out of the Operating Room, found the Ultrasound machine, and was sprinting with the machine, the middle-aged Circulating Nurse felt somewhat bewildered.

What was she doing?

Just because she was looked at by that young man in the crowd?

This is too damn weird!

Just as the Circulating Nurse's pace slowed down a tiny bit, she felt a stern, solemn gaze fall on her back again.

The pressure brought by that glance just now, the bloodline suppression, surged up again like a tide.

There was no time to think carefully; driven by her DNA, the Circulating Nurse pushed the Ultrasound machine into the Operating Room quickly and steadily.

The atmosphere in the Operating Room was suppressed to the extreme, almost stagnant; just taking one breath of that natural bloodline suppression caused the adrenaline in the Circulating Nurse's body to secrete to its peak.

"Zhuren..."

The Circulating Nurse said subconsciously, then froze.

Not Zhuren, how should she address this person?

There was no time to think about the complex feelings in her heart and the various aftereffects brought by the bloodline suppression; the Circulating Nurse saw the sunny, tall figure opening the dressing Wu Zong had just applied.

"..."

What is he doing!

If it were normal times, facing the shrill alarm sounds of the Monitoring Instrument and Anesthesia Machine, if the Chief Surgeon were still messing with a dressing, the Circulating Nurse would have already started yelling.

However, now...

She helplessly fell silent.

That kind of bloodline suppression, the feeling of fear from within her DNA, was too powerful, to the point that the Circulating Nurse felt she was dreaming.

"Erythromycin Ointment, do you have any?" Ji Xiang asked.

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

Wu Zong, the Anesthesiologist, and the Circulating Nurse all let out a "Huh" in unison.

"Didn't hear me clearly? Do you need me to get you a hearing aid!" Ji Xiang scolded in a low voice.

After saying this, Ji Xiang felt inexplicably ashamed in his heart.

This skill is truly a damn moronic skill; he had no idea who it was copied from.

That guy must have been an unpleasant senior Doctor who loved to berate people.

If Ji Xiang were the Director and in charge of the emergency rescue at this moment, he would have explained it simply instead of opening his mouth to scold severely.

But he didn't want to either.

Yet that moronic skill had already activated, and there were some things Ji Xiang himself couldn't control.

Next time, for sure!

He would definitely not use this moronic skill again, Ji Xiang swore for the Nth time in his heart.

"The Ophthalmology operating room has spare Erythromycin Ointment." The Circulating Nurse, whose bloodline suppression was slightly weaker, "woke up" before Wu Zong and the Anesthesiologist and hurriedly said.

"Why aren't you going to get it yet? Do you want me to go? Or maybe you want to direct the rescue."

If it were possible, Ji Xiang really wanted to stuff his head under the operating table.

He was a Standardized Training Student; if it were possible, shouldn't he be the one running errands?

However!

This moronic skill!!

Ji Xiang cursed bitterly in his heart once again.

After the rescue ended, he would go to the System Operating Room and ask the System NPC where exactly this moronic skill was copied from.

The Circulating Nurse turned and ran out of the Operating Room with a look of shame.

Ji Xiang patiently tidied up the Stoma.

During the surgery inside the System Operating Room, the System NPC quickly found the source of the problem—the Stoma was not sealed tightly, and there was a gap between the Fistula Tube and the surrounding skin, suggesting gas was entering through the gap between the Catheter and the skin.

At the time, when Ji Xiang saw the System NPC solve the problem using only a little Erythromycin Ointment, he was dumbfounded.

Air Embolism, solved with Erythromycin Ointment...

What a unique train of thought!

After this case, the image of the System NPC in Ji Xiang's heart grew taller and taller.

It was no longer a question of whether the surgery was performed well or not; the System NPC was like a martial arts master who could injure people with flying flowers and falling leaves, the kind of reclusive hero who found the world of martial arts boring and preferred to "pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence."

Soon, the Circulating Nurse returned with the Erythromycin Ointment.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ji Xiang used the Erythromycin Ointment to fill the gap between the Drainage Tube and the skin, then re-bandaged it.

Afterward, he walked over to the B-ultrasound Machine.

"It's not turned on? Are you waiting for me? This is an Emergency Rescue, is this how you do it?"

Ji Xiang's Muscle Memory activated on its own, and the words blurted out.

Regarding this, Ji Xiang was speechless and streaming with tears.

Could he scold a little less, could he!

The answer was obvious—no.

He would definitely not activate this moronic skill in the future, Ji Xiang made up his mind for the N+1th time in a short period.

The Circulating Nurse and the Anesthesiologist were stunned for a moment, then lowered their heads in shame.

They had been startled by the medical order for Erythromycin Ointment just now and had actually forgotten such an important matter.

What was wrong today? Encountering a case of Emergency Rescue, they kept making mistakes and delaying the rescue time.

Ji Xiang turned on the machine, and after 1 minute it finished booting up; he pressed the B-ultrasound Probe against the Patient's chest.

"Pleural Sliding Sign is visible on the lung ultrasound, no B-lines seen, no obvious effusion in the bilateral pleural cavities."

The Anesthesiologist's scalp felt as if it had been struck by a bolt of lightning.

What is this?!

Lung Ultrasound!

Because the lungs are full of gas, until not long ago, this examination called Lung Ultrasound did not exist.

It wasn't until over a decade ago that top-tier Grade A Tertiary Hospitals in the Imperial Capital and Shanghai began this service.

And the Second Affiliated Hospital had been doing it for an even shorter time; currently, only a handful of people in the Anesthesiology Department knew how to perform it.

The Doctors capable of operating it were mainly in the Intensive Care Unit.

"Are you waiting for me to record it?" Ji Xiang's Muscle Memory activated again, and the senior Doctor's gaze landed on the Anesthesiologist's face as he said coldly, "Go home and sleep, you aren't needed here."

"..."

The Anesthesiologist's eyes welled up.

He wasn't moved; he was scared out of his wits.

In his eyes, the person speaking to him wasn't a Standardized Training Student, but a teacher invited from the Imperial Capital by the Department Director.

And this teacher had a terrible temper and would scold the moment he opened his mouth.

But the Anesthesiologist knew the reason he was being scolded was because he hadn't recorded the B-ultrasound results immediately.

In an instant, it was as if he had clicked open the F drive on his computer, opened the folder named "Data," and found the video of that most beloved girl.

He pushed his typing speed to the max, hunched over, ignoring the creaking sound coming from his lumbar discs, and recorded what Ji Xiang had just said.

"Abdominal ultrasound shows a small amount of effusion in the Liver-Kidney Recess; no obvious effusion seen in the Spleno-renal Recess or pelvic cavity. Due to bowel gas, the Hepatic Vein and Inferior Vena Cava are not clearly displayed under the Abdominal Low-frequency Probe, but a small amount of hyperechoic objects can be seen drifting through the Hepatic Vein and Inferior Vena Cava."

"Cardiac low-frequency probe."

Ji Xiang reached out his hand.

After waiting for three seconds, his hand was still empty.

He turned his head and looked at the circulating nurse.

Help! Ji Xiang shouted in his heart.

It was obvious that the doctors and nurses at the Second Affiliated Hospital operating room were not proficient in performing ultrasounds during surgery, which also had to do with the rarity of intraoperative air embolism.

Their level could not be compared at all to the anesthesiologists and operating room nurses in the System Operating Room.

But!

Don't be an idiot, Ji Xiang screamed internally, have some self-awareness, you are just a Standardized Training Student!

"Is this the level of the Second Affiliated Hospital? Go back and write out the emergency rescue protocol for intraoperative air embolism one hundred times. You don't know a damn thing, a bunch of people who don't attend to their proper duties."

Driven by muscle memory, Ji Xiang said coldly.

(End of chapter)