<b>Chapter </b><b>89 </b>
Chris shook <b>his </b>hands and raised both of them.
“I don’t have any friends at the hospital, only you. If you don’t go,<b>‘</b>ll be bored to death alone. Even if you have something to do, I’ll drag you along.”
<b>This </b>time, the patient was an elderly person from their hospital who had beening for five or six years and had never reached the surgical criteria.
This time, because Chris joined and worked with the elder professor<b>, </b>the sess rate of the surgery could be increased <b>to </b>70%, so they chose to operate.
As long as the surgery seeded, the patient would no longer have to endure the pain of illness and could live a few more years at least.
The patient’s family waited anxiously outside.
Chris was still very serious during the surgery, quite different from other doctors who chatted and joked during operations.
He was fully focused, all his attention on the patient<b>, </b>cutting off all sources ofplications.
By the time he finished his part of the surgery<b>, </b>three hours had passed.
Chris was drenched in sweat, both his inner and outer clothes were soaked.
“The first part of the surgery was very sessful. We have to wait for orthopedics to finish before starting the suturing. You can wait for the suturing. I’ll step out first,” Chris said to his assistants.
They were all students trained by the elder professor, and the suturing would be carried out under the elder professor’s supervision.
As the chief surgeon, Chris hadpleted his task perfectly.
After changing clothes, since he had no scheduled cases in the afternoon<b>, </b>he decided to go rest in the office prepared for him by
the board.
He hadn’t been there before.
The previous chairman had retired and taken all his belongings.
Jessica didn’t want Chris to use what was left by someone else, so the desk<b>, </b>chairs, and decorations were all reced with new ones arranged in Chris’s style.
When he pushed the door open<b>, </b>Chris almost thought he hade home.
He sat down on the chair<b>, </b>on the desky a lot of materials about the hospital and personnel matters.
These were things he needed to review after bing chairman.
Having just finished surgery, his mind was full of bloody scenes<b>, </b>not suitable for working.
Chris couldn’t concentrate and pushed away from the desk to rest his head on it.
After intense mental tension, rxing like this made it easy to fall asleep.
Chris was awakened by <b>a </b>sudden urgent phone ringing.
He sat up and paused for a moment, taking several seconds to realize the phone was ringing.
He took out his phone and nced at it.
It was the professor.
<b>“</b><b>What’s </b><b>wrong</b><b>, </b>Professor?”
Come back, we need you. Ben made surgical mistake. Ite hit a blood clot that wasn’t removed, and the blood vessel ruptured <b>Now </b><b>the </b>patient <b>is </b>bleeding severely with no way to stop it. Blood pressure and oxygen levels are dropping. We need you back here!”
Chris immediately stood up and ran downstairs.
“On my <b>way</b>. Tell them <b>to </b>prepare adrenaline first<b>, </b>I’ll inject it as soon as I arrive<b>.</b><b>” </b>
<b>Ben’s </b>attitude and emotions indeed caused trouble.
During the surgery, the elder professorforted him nearby.
Ben was resentful and identally tore a blood vessel while exerting force.
The patient was an elder, with already unstable blood pressure and oxygen levels.
Now<b>, </b>the heavy bleeding had put the patient’s life on the line.
Ben performed a simple emergency treatment, but it was useless.
By the time Chris changed clothes and arrived, the patient’s ECG was already a tline.
Chris paused for only one second, then went up to the operating table and exchanged positions back to back with Ben.
Ben’s face was pale, and he was sweating all over.
It was his mistake, all monitoring data recorded it, and the elder professor standing beside him was a witness.
If the patient could not be saved, his career…
Everything would be over.
But he was unwilling to ask Chris for help aloud and could only watch helplessly as Chris took over and calmly arranged the adrenaline injection.
<b>Chapter </b><b>90 </b>
<b>Chapter </b><b>90 </b>