Chapter 1769: with translation of chapter title

"Cui Zhiying, tell me what Zheng Lao Ban did that day." Lao He struggled out of fear and anxiety, forced a smile, and got to the point.

But just as he opened his mouth to speak, a mouthful of repressed old blood almost spurted out.

But Lao He knew, panic was useless.

In the future he would have to rely on himself, so he began to pay attention to Zheng Lao Ban's anesthetic skill level.

Actually Lao He himself had a judgment of Zheng Lao Ban's anesthetic level; even something as obscure as extracorporeal circulation was familiar to him, so the other's anesthetic level must be very high.

Moreover, Director Xu of the Anesthesiology Department, his skill is surely high enough! When rescuing patients with malignant high fever in the emergency room, Director Xu honestly squatted beside the urine bag to monitor the patient's urine output.

With Director Xu's explosive temper, if it weren't for his overwhelming technical superiority, could he be so meek? He would have kicked anyone who gesticulated long ago.

Zheng Lao Ban, Lao He.

Perhaps all my showing off is just floating clouds in Zheng Lao Ban's eyes, and I am like a gorilla in the zoo, foolishly making a clown of myself.

"The patient's airway is somewhat abnormal; I see such patients often, I was careful with intubation, but somehow I intubated the esophagus." Cui Zhiying said: "At the time I wasn't sure; when Zheng Lao Ban came in, he pushed me aside, pulled out the ventilator, started manual ventilation, and also requested a Fiber Bronchoscope."

Lao He could imagine that process.

Zheng Lao Ban looks gentle, but at that time he was normal. During resuscitation, he is as violent as a lion. In the Operating Room, he is the sole king, allowing no one to challenge his authority.

Lao He, Cui Zhiying.

Zheng Lao Ban, Fiber Bronchoscope.

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The duration of endotracheal intubation absolutely indicates an anesthesiologist's technical skill level.

As for controlling drug dosage, that's another matter.

Seeing a spot through a tube reveals the leopard; what Lao He needs to do now is this: understand Zheng Lao Ban's level, then know what he himself should do.

"I ran to fetch the things, and Zheng Lao Ban had the endotracheal tube in place in just a few moments." Cui Zhiying said.

Lao He.

After listening for so long, I almost scared myself to death, and then I heard those five words "three down five minus two"?

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Cui Zhiying, Zheng Lao Ban, Lao He.

Cui Zhiying.

"At the time you were too nervous, you forgot?" Lao He gave an explanation he considered reasonable.

"No, it's not that; I just thought I was seeing double, I misread." Cui Zhiying lowered his head, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Seeing double?" Lao He asked in surprise.

"Um, I saw Zheng Lao Ban looking at the mirror, and in an instant he inserted the Fiber Bronchoscope, then began intubation, the whole thing took no more than ten seconds." Cui Zhiying said.

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Lao He was speechless; he felt a bit cold.

General Surgery Department, Shou Bing.

Lao He.

Things he previously couldn't understand now have an explanation in Lao He's heart.

No wonder they insist on having a pair of twin sisters as anesthetists regardless of skill level.

It turns out Zheng Lao Ban is the type with inherently superb skill; he doesn't care what the anesthetist does, as long as they are obedient.

No matter what emergency arises, with Zheng Lao Ban present it can be resolved without incident.

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What Zheng Lao Ban wants is obedience; just work honestly, and during emergency resuscitation don't nitpick.

A pair of obedient twin sisters... Thinking of this, Lao He's heart gradually turned to ice.

One's opponent is absolutely not those twin sisters, but that Zheng Lao Ban who is nearly omnipotent.

Lao He.

What should I do? Want to surpass Zheng Lao Ban's anesthetic level? Perhaps before there was a sliver of unrealistic thought, but after hearing Cui Zhiying's account, Lao He knows Zheng Lao Ban's anesthetic level exceeds his by an order of magnitude.

In less than ten seconds, an endotracheal tube was placed in a patient with abnormal airway; this level... not to mention myself, even Director Xu, or even all the experts I've seen in my lifetime, could not achieve it.

It's not completely impossible; when practicing on a dummy, one might occasionally have such a lucky moment.

But in emergency resuscitation, with adrenaline surging, someone who can remain absolutely calm is not guaranteed even among a hundred people.

What one can do under normal circumstances, in actual combat at least has to be discounted.

Bear in mind, at that time they were facing a victim about to die, not a training dummy.

With that level... Lao He almost spat a mouthful of old blood onto Cui Zhiying.

"Lao He, I really envy you." Cui Zhiying finished his cigarette, opened the window, and said with a wry smile: "Follow Zheng Lao Ban closely; I'm going to watch the surgery."

Lao He didn't see him off; he just felt bitter inside.

Under ten seconds, the endotracheal tube was inserted, and the patient still had an abnormal airway.

With that level, what's the point of me doing anything?

Lao He.

But Lao He has been a salted fish all his life; without some optimism, he'd probably have jumped off a building and ended his miserable existence.

Zheng Lao Ban is awesome, that's certain; otherwise why would I single-mindedly cling to his thigh?

But Zheng Lao Ban being awesome doesn't hinder my own performance; with me around, he can relax a bit, so why not?

Even if it's twin sisters... even if obedient twin sisters came, it wouldn't matter. They'd be responsible for being decorative vases, while I handle running around and doing the work.

Although they don't have to do any work and might even get paid more than me, as long as I have a position, whether it's business class or first class, a standing ticket is enough.

Thinking of this, Lao He began to feel happy.

Standing ticket? Given my ability, there should be no problem. Look, today Zheng Lao Ban took the initiative to call and ask about my real situation, this is a good start.

Handling it myself should be okay; at least it could score a 7.

Lao He thought, and then brought up the chat records again. Because there isn't always someone chatting in the group, during this period two anesthesiologists also said they had encountered similar situations.

After adding them as friends, Lao He began consulting them in detail, and also started logging onto the English website of Xin Ying Ge Lan to search for related content.

As long as Zheng Lao Ban needs it, I will produce a complete set of data just like writing a doctoral dissertation.

Lao He's mouth curled into a slight smile; his hair was flecked with white, yet his whole being brimmed with energy, as if he had turned twenty years younger, back to the era when he graduated with his doctorate.