Heping Street Hospital.
Second floor, inside the Operating Room.
One second...
Ten seconds...
Twenty seconds...
Dong Xuebin kept talking to Sun Kai.
But Sun Kai never responded. In the end, he closed his eyes and passed out.
"Xiao Sun! Xiao Sun!" Dong Xuebin hurriedly called to him. "Wake up!"
The lead surgeon had already begun stitching the damaged organs with a suture needle. But perhaps because he had never performed this kind of operation before, or because he lacked practical experience, he removed the surgical sutures after attempting them several times. He then had his two assistants use Hemostatic Forceps and Hemostatic Cotton to stop the bleeding and wipe away the blood before starting the suturing over again. He was all thumbs, and his forehead was drenched in sweat.
A nurse went over and handed him a towel to wipe his sweat.
Dong Xuebin was furious. "Do you even know how to perform surgery?"
The surgeon ignored him. He had only been interning at the hospital for a year. While a year was not a short time in other companies or businesses, at a hospital, a year of internship barely counted as getting started. Under the guidance of an associate chief physician, the most he had handled were minor operations—stitching skin, removing sutures, at most dealing with scalp lacerations. Although he had watched chief physicians and associate chief physicians operate, he had never sutured a living person himself. This was his first time, and it was such a severe wound with such difficult suturing. Even an experienced surgeon would have found this operation difficult, let alone an intern like him.
But there was no other choice.
The chief physician had suddenly suffered a Heart Disease attack.
The associate chief physician was not at the hospital and was far away.
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