NovelBonte Chapter 370 The Background Music of Hidden Murder
Chapter 370 The Background Music of Hidden Murder
Chapter 370 The Background Music of Hidden Murder
Zhang Tianyang got up suddenly, causing the chief director who was operating to stop.
He frowned.
"what happened?"
In his impression, Xiao Zhang has always been calm.
The thing that made him stand up suddenly and recklessly must not be a trivial matter.
"Something doesn't feel right."
Zhang Tianyang's brows were also frowned, and a "serious" expression could be seen on half of his face.
He turned his head and looked at the monitor behind him.
There, the green wave graph is jumping up and down endlessly, bringing out the regular curve behind it.
At the same time, a sound of "didi" followed the trend of the waveform graph, sounding regularly.
"You mean, the monitor?"
Brother Meng followed Zhang Tianyang's gaze, so he also saw the data on the monitor screen.
"Heart rate 79 beats per minute, oxygen saturation 100, what's wrong?"
It's normal data.
Brother Meng froze for a moment, doubting himself for a moment, and then observed carefully again.
It is indeed normal.
"The display on the monitor screen is also very clear, and there is no sign of damage..."
So, what Zhang Tianyang said was wrong?
The big director didn't speak.
But his frown also showed that he had the same point of view as Brother Meng.
But because they trusted Zhang Tianyang, they were willing to stop.
In the operating room, it fell into silence again.
There is no sound of ding ding bang bang, the sound of equipment colliding, and there is no sound of electric knife "sizzling".
There is only the humming of the gas being pumped into the patient's abdominal cavity when the artificial pneumoperitoneum is working.
And whether the doctors are noisy or quiet, it has always been the background board in the operating room, the "didi" sound of bgm.
Zhang Tianyang stared at the monitor of "Didi" dutifully.
"Do you feel that the patient's heartbeat is a little faster?"
"Ok?"
Everyone's eyes subconsciously focused on the monitor.
But soon, their brows became more and more obvious.
Not because I see something, but because I don't see anything.
"Where's the anesthesiologist?"
Zhang Tianyang's questioning object was an anesthesia intern sitting in front of the computer and staring at the screen in a daze.
The poor child was stunned for a while, and then he stood up suddenly, a little at a loss.
But since he can sit comfortably on the round stool, it means...
"Teacher, he just said, go to the toilet..."
really.
Zhang Tianyang silently withdrew his gaze from the round stool and sighed.
"You can't listen to the monitor?"
What responded to him was the blank eyes of the anesthesiologist intern.
"what?"
So Zhang Tianyang sighed silently.
The "didi" sound of the monitor in the operating room is different from the "didi" sound of the monitor in the ward.
In the ward, even in the intensive care unit, the monitor will not beep under "normal" conditions.
It will only silently display various data on the screen.
Only when a certain item or several indicators of the patient are abnormal, it will "drop" out.
According to the frequency and severity of the "screaming" of the monitor, the doctors will probably know how critical the patient's condition is.
But in the operating room, the "didi" sound of the monitor represents the patient's heartbeat.
Every sound of "Didi" matches the waveform representing the heart rate.
The anesthesiologists will adjust the volume of the "didi" sound of the monitor according to their own preferences.
But it will never be "quiet" like in the ward.
Patients under anesthesia are usually much more dangerous than those on the ward.
Because they have lost the ability to "self-regulate".
When they suddenly suffered some kind of "trauma", such as a sudden electric knife, or a sudden cutting of internal organs.
Losing their "self-regulation ability", they must rely on the anesthesiologist to make the necessary adjustments - that is, to pump different drugs.
At this time, the anesthesiologist is the "god" who controls their life and death.
So they must be able to hear such a "didi" heartbeat.
Only professional anesthesiologists can distinguish the subtle changes shown in these "didi" sounds and give timely treatment.
In the absence of the anesthetist, the surgeons present, including the anesthesiologist intern, who "practiced for three days", counted as one, were all blind.
Especially when the surgeons' attention is on the operation itself, the sound of "didi" is really just a background music.
That is to say, when Zhang Tianyang's back was facing the screen, his vision was distorted, and the operation was boring, he felt something was wrong.
But he wasn't sure either.
The operation pause time has exceeded 1 minute.
On the beeping monitor, the heart rate also fluctuated two or three times from 79-82-80.
"Xiao Zhang, this heart rate is not fast."
The big director spoke.
He didn't seem to blame Zhang Tianyang. Instead, he happily explained to Zhang Tianyang as if he was popularizing knowledge.
"It's normal for the patient's heart rate to fluctuate occasionally during the operation, so don't worry too much about it.
Even if there is a problem, just leave it to the anesthesiologist. "
Saying this, the head director gave Senior Brother Meng a look, then moved his hands slightly, sending the instrument a little inside.
Not stated.
But senior brother Meng is very smart, manipulating the mirror, he hurriedly followed.
The operation continued like this.
The big director is saying, "Xiao Zhang, you just made a fuss".
It's just that the expression is more tactful, and it also takes Zhang Tianyang's face into consideration.
"Pro-son" treatment!
Brother Meng held the laparoscope, feeling jealous.
I think back then, when I first came into contact with surgery, I also had a time of "fussing".
What was the director's reaction at that time?
Brother Meng recalled with a bitter face, and finally summed up a few words——
"Wrinkled brows", "sharp eyes", "succinct words"...
Everywhere reveals the impatience of the chief director!
How can there be such gentle treatment as Zhang Tianyang?
Wronged!angry!
ヽ('⌒メ)ノ
Brother Meng was thinking about it, the camera in his hand didn't catch up for a while——
In an instant, the chief director's sharp eyes fell on him.
Brother Meng couldn't help but startled.
He quickly stretched out his hand and smacked twice, keeping up with the rhythm of the chief director.
Terrible (ó﹏ò)
wrong.
Too discriminating spicy! ! !
Brother Meng burst into tears in his heart, but he didn't dare to wander off anymore.
He only dared to take a quick glance at Zhang Tianyang who was sitting under the big screen while ensuring the chief director had a wide field of vision.
At this moment, Zhang Tianyang was silent, but this expression always made him feel familiar.
Brother Meng used the little CPU he had to work hard, and finally at a certain moment, he remembered the day before yesterday——
The fear of being dominated by that "disappearing white hat"!
Do not……
No way? !
"Didi, Didi"
The heart rate on the monitor gradually jumped to 88 beats per minute.
Garbage mighty!Rubbish domineering!Rubbish awesome!
(End of this chapter)