I am Yan Ya, director of the anesthesiology department. I have been working for twenty years and have never made any mistakes.
Until that surgery.
The chief surgeon was Zhao Guoqiang from the Department of Cardiothoracic Surgery, a knife in the hospital and the dean's favorite.
During the operation, I called the police three times - my blood pressure dropped sharply, my sutures were made incorrectly, and my blood oxygen continued to drop.
Three times, he didn't listen.
The 5-month-old baby girl died in the PICU after the operation. I stayed there all night, holding her hand and watching my heartbeat become a straight line.
I was removed from office, investigated, and had my license revoked.
A year later, I died in my rental house, staring at the cracks in the ceiling and thinking:
If I could do it over again, I would push him away on the operating table.
Open your eyes again.
I went back to the morning of my surgery.
At the pre-operative seminar, Zhao Guoqiang crossed his legs and said: "A typical room shortage can be obtained in three hours."
I opened the medical records and spelled out word for word in front of him and the dean:
"There is a problem with this surgical plan. Pulmonary hypertension has been seriously underestimated. Now that the chest is opened, the child cannot get off the stage."
The whole place was dead silent.
Zhao Guoqiang slapped the table and yelled at me: "You are an anesthetist, what kind of surgery do you know?"
I stood up and met his gaze:
"I understand. And this time, I won't let you use the knife again."
On the operating table, the shadowless light came on.
This time, I will use these hands to snatch people from the hands of death.
——Even after the robbery, I will be shattered into pieces.
