I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 228 Judgement
At least four bleeding wounds in the body were sutured in 5 minutes. Dr. Yamada, who has been in the emergency department for nearly 20 years, would not believe that anyone could do it even if he drank fake alcohol.

The translucent aspirator hose sucked the excess blood from the abdominal cavity. Fujii held the needle holder and turned his wrist quickly. Although his movements could pull out afterimages, they were surprisingly stable, and his shoulders did not move at all.

"The patient's blood pressure has gone up, and the rate of blood loss has decreased."

The anesthetist who was hanging up in the operating room suddenly said that he was paying attention to the monitor data almost the whole time, and it was hard to hold back such an immediate effect. The result is embarrassing and it's not me.

"Isn't it a lie? This, this, this..."

Dr. Yamada has seen the world. There are all kinds of experts in the island's surgeons. Some can operate, and there are quite a few who can speak rakugo (cross talk) in the operating room. Am I dreaming after such an exaggerated, bare-handed insertion into the body without even looking at it, taking out the foreign object in a few breaths, and then performing like a suture instruction video at three times speed?
"Watch out."

The equipment nurse behind him picked up gauze soaked in ice water and put it on Dr. Yamada's neck, squeezed out the cold liquid and slid down the spine, awakening his cranky thoughts.

When he was awake, just after 5 minutes, Fujii stepped aside, Komatsu Tatsusuke stepped forward to check tacitly, nodded, and Fujii continued to close his abdomen.

"Find the steel nails in the lung first. Don't take them out all at once. Take them out one by one. The patient's emphysema is very serious and it will hurt him."

"Patients with hemopneumothorax have both gas and blood in the pleural cavity, so they should be handled with great care."

"You do the stitching. I'll clamp the blood vessels near the wound. Time is limited. Let's communicate while doing it."

Xiaosong Duosuke talked for most of the day, and Fujii's LV4 comprehensive medical skills actually had a deep understanding of all diseases, but he still nodded slightly on the surface, indicating that he had written it down.

Komatsu Tatsusuke, the chief surgeon, cut a long opening from the patient's intercostal space. Now he has ignored the postoperative scars, and saving lives is the most important thing.

The pleural cavity was opened with a rib spreader, and after the operative field was exposed, Fujii picked up the clamp, no longer as directly as before, and gently removed the first steel nail.

Komatsutasuke next to him clamped the nearby main blood vessel with the hemostat in advance. The bleeding was not much, and the suction device took away all the accumulated blood. Fujii sutured with his hands, and the range of motion was also reduced a lot, but it was still better than that of ordinary doctors. The faster the speed, the better the effect is visible to the naked eye.

"Okay, you find the next one."

Komatsu Tatsusuke breathed a sigh of relief. If this goes on, the patient's life is likely to be saved, and the body will be affected in the future, but it is better to be alive than to be dead.

The operation was carried out under the eyes of other doctors in the operating room of the emergency department. When the last and most fatal steel nail was reached, Tatsusuke Komatsu opened his mouth.

"Bite clip, give me."

His outstretched hand patted down the tools handed by the equipment nurse, but as soon as he spoke, the surrounding environment faded and changed, and he returned to the operation in which he still dreamed in the middle of the night a few years ago.

"Doctor Komatsu, are you okay?"

Fujii tree in front of him asked, but in Komatsu Tasuke's sight, this was another person, another existence named Professor Dong.

"I, I'm fine, let's go on."

Xiaosong Dasuke shook his head and regained his normal sanity. He is now racing against death to save lives, and he has no time to think about other things.

The bent metal clip in his hand was cold and hard, turned the direction, and lowered a little bit.

To stop the main blood vessel of the artery, this steel nail is placed at a tricky angle and in a dangerous position, otherwise it would not be put in the final treatment.

"I started."

Fujii tree didn't use any tools this time, and stretched into the wound with bare hands. Two slender, white fingers directly clamped the tail end of the steel nail, and slowly pulled it away.

"Phew, success..." Komatsu Takasuke held his breath, his eyes full of attention Fujii took out the blood-stained steel nail, and when he was exhaling, the bite clip in his hand slipped, and blood from the artery gushed out!

"Dudududu!"

The deadly monitor sounded non-stop, and Fujii immediately grabbed Komatsu Tatsusuke's loosened hand, and when he was still confused, he opened the bite clip in his palm. Next, the metal clip tip was re-extended into the patient's body, and the bleeding was stopped.

At this time, Komatsu Tasuke was still immersed in the previous accident.

"Xiao Song, what are you doing!" Professor Dong snapped.

"The amount of bleeding is huge, ready for blood transfusion."

"The blood pressure has dropped to the dangerous level, only less than [-]." The director of anesthesia said in a hurried voice.

"Dudududu!"

"drop--!"

The long blind sound, the death of the patient, and the dead silence in the operating room at that time.

"It's all you, Doctor Komatsu, your mistake caused this medical accident." Second Assistant's accusation pierced his heart.

"Xiao Song, it's not your fault."

Professor Dong's sighs and comforting words now sound a little hypocritical.

"Teacher, the reputation of the First Surgery Department cannot be damaged. If my assistant neglects his duties, the impact will be relatively small."

He took the initiative to assume all the responsibilities, but what he got was the estrangement of the entire first surgery department, so he had to apply for transfer to the second surgery department and was downgraded.

Why?Obviously not my main responsibility, I have paid so much for the first surgery, why did you treat me like this?Why should I be abandoned?

Komatsu Tasuke gritted his teeth, his face became a little ferocious, and Fujii Shu's hand firmly controlled his gradually tightening palm.

"Doctor Xiaosong, the safety of the patient is up to you."

Fujii didn't know what Dr. Komatsu was thinking, and now the operation couldn't go on without him.

Komatsu Tatsusuke, who was immersed in the past, heard this sentence and woke him up from his painful memories. After Fujii saw his eyes gradually recovering, he slowly withdrew his hand.

"Let's save patients' lives together!"

Fujii looked straight into the eyes of Komatsu Tasuke, and after pumping his breath, he picked up the needle-holding forceps again.

"Attractor."

"gauze."

The tense operation continued. Fujii lowered his head and finished the last stitch. The patient's internal bleeding has been eliminated, and all vital signs are gradually stabilizing.

"Can the patient hold on?"

The door of the operating room was opened again, and Zaizen Goro, who had changed into the surgical gown, broke the tranquility.

"It's over, the patient survived."

Fujii threw down the needle-holding forceps, raised his head, exchanged glances with the most famous surgeon at Naniwa Medical University, and walked out of the operating room.

"Thank you, Fujii-kun."

Xiaosong Duosuke looked at the back of him leaving, and then realized what happened just now.

In an accident of the same nature, Fujii, who has stronger technical ability and sense of responsibility, perfectly handled the dangerous situation for the wrongdoer, and made a judgment.

New challenger?Even with a background, medical skills are too young, right?
Caizengoro watched everything indifferently.

……

"Have you heard? Dr. Fujii from the Second Surgery Department, what he did last night."

"Of course he did. He rescued other people's mistakes. I heard that the professors in the emergency department are thinking about how to poach people."

The chatter of nurses came from outside the corridor. Professor Dong in the office opened a letter, which contained the doctor's information sent by his senior from the stern of Dongda University. One of them, named Ju Chuanxu, just met his requirements. .

The conversation outside mentioned Fujii's name, and he mentioned it to Professor Ugai last month, but the old fox kept fooling around, obviously not wanting to help him scoop up people from the second surgery.

If I let the senior at the tail know that what I promised was not done, Kikukawa Asahi probably wouldn't send me over to help me, it's really troublesome.

Professor Dong put down the information at hand, Fujii tree should not be that important to the stern, but this shows the attitude of the Kanto faction to cooperate together, and in the past few months, he has heard a lot about this intern doctor. After half a year, he will be able to save people in the operating room of the emergency department. Dr. Yamada can be regarded as a senior medical chief, but his medical skills are not as good as this young man who has only worked for half a year.

If Fujii wants to change departments on his own initiative, I believe that Professor Ukai will not stop him, and the rest of the trouble will be his assistant professor.

"Dong dong!"

At this moment, there were several knocks on his office door. Professor Dong put away the materials and cleaned up the noise.

"Come in, Assistant Professor Caiqian."

"Sorry, a surgery was delayed and other lesions were found."

Zaizen Goro hurried into the office. Compared with his assistant professor's office, which was less than ten square meters, Professor Dong's office was obviously much more spacious. The absolute authority of the first surgical department was sitting on his throne, opening the next document.

"Thank you for your hard work. I heard from people that everyone thinks you are the doctor with the strongest surgical ability in Naniwa Medical University. I still held this title a few years ago."

Professor Dong smiled wryly, and changed the subject, "Are you free next Tuesday?"

"There will be an outpatient clinic next Tuesday..."

Zaizen Goro replied with some hesitation. Facing Professor Dong who single-handedly promoted him, he had to pretend to be in awe.

"Let your deputy, chief medical officer Dian, replace you. The medical department should notify you separately to attend the faculty meeting." Professor Dong picked up the cigarette and lit it, using an ordinary lighter.

"Will I attend the faculty meeting?"

Zaizen Goro was happy for a few seconds, but after hearing Professor Dong's next words, his face became serious.

"At the meeting, it was decided to question you. Regarding the emergency operation of the patient Xiaoxi, the procedures did not meet the norms. I would like you to explain your motivation."

How could the surgery performed in the First Surgery Department be hidden from Professor Dong? A few days after he came back from Tokyo and the stern, someone quietly told him the whole story. The operation was not an emergency operation at all, but a private operation premeditated in advance, and his heart could be punished.

The reason why I just said it today is that Professor Dong is waiting for the recommender at the stern. Now that the bomb is ready to detonate, I will go down to find Fujii Shu and pull him into the first surgery department. Then the Kanto doctor at the stern will send Kikukawa to replace him. Zaizen Goro, who made a big mistake, will be able to control and command through Kikukawa after half a year when the power is handed over.

"Excuse me, why are you questioning me?"

Zaizen Goro didn’t quite understand it. Obviously the operation was successful, and the patient was cured very rarely. The possibility of concurrent cure of early pancreatic cancer and gastric cancer was far lower than winning the first prize in the lottery. There was no problem with his medical skills.

"The specific questions will be explained in detail at the professor's meeting that day. You have to be prepared. If there is a problem with medical ethics, no matter how good your medical skills are, it is useless." Professor Dong replied with a smile and waved his hands, "Go back and prepare." , don't forget."

"Hi! I understand." Zaizen Goro bowed his body and saluted, his fists clenched involuntarily, trembling slightly.

Then, don't blame me for being ruthless!
Zaizen Goro, who walked out of the office, turned his back to Professor Dong's door, with a stern look on his face.

……

After a night of rescue in the emergency room, Fujii went home to rest until three o'clock in the afternoon before arriving at the hospital. The nurses paid more attention to him along the way, and it was rare for a few doctors to take the initiative to say hello.

Pushing open the door of Gongye's treatment group, the colleagues inside were sharing the cake, and there was a big one on his table.

"It was given by the family member of the patient last night. We are afraid that it will be damaged, so we ate some first."

Shiraishi Juxiang explained to him with a little apology, but the gifts Fujii received in the past six months will also be shared with the doctors in the same group or the nurses who often cooperate. If it were a stingy person, they would not do it.

Am I too good to talk?
Although Fujii didn't care too much about this cake, he still asked himself a question, thinking that this is a parallel world where he can stay for the first half of the year, so he didn't get angry on the spot.

Sitting on the seat and taking a bite of the cake, Fujii felt that it was inconvenient, so he cut it with the plastic knife next to him, feeling a resistance in the middle.

He calmly took out the foreign object in the cake. Unsurprisingly, it was a letter wrapped in plastic wrap. Just judging by the thickness, it was two to three centimeters.

The other doctors in the office were chatting and laughing. He quietly opened the envelope, and there were two bundles of 20-yen denomination notes inside. After a little counting, it was about [-] yen, breaking the record for red envelopes in the past six months.

Pass the money to Baishi Juxiang next to him, and take advantage of him, so he should do some errands.

"Is it a red envelope again? It's still the same, and it's deposited into the patient's medical account?"

Shiraishi Juxiang took the envelope. The money seemed quite a lot. Doctors from the island country were not like their Chinese counterparts who had been rectified. Receiving red envelopes was nothing, and even if they attacked each other, they would not use these as tools.

"It is enough for me to get a share of the operation fee."

Fujii Shu was noncommittal, and he couldn't take the money from the parallel world with him. Even if he went back, his medical skills should be left to the original body. It's better to be clean and honest. The money in the medical account is not exhausted, and it will be refunded to the patient.

"I just said, Fujii-kun won't take money."

Komatsu Tasuke, who had been silent all this time, stood up and began to collect money, [-] yen bills per person.

To Fujii's surprise, Tasuke Komatsu, who has always been honest and responsible, would take the initiative to participate in the gambling game. He felt that this man who was usually extremely depressed was particularly relaxed today, with a smile on his face.

"Excuse me, is Dr. Fujii there? Someone is looking for him."

A nurse who had met a few times came in outside the door. Fujii took out a [-]-yen bill from Assistant Komatsuta and said to him, "Take it as a share of the winning, and buy me a few drinks. Wait a minute." See you in the operating room."

"Ah."

Komatsu Tasuke nodded in response, with gratitude in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)