American drama life begins with Dr. House

"Stop talking nonsense. Human lives are at stake. Now is not the time to prove whether I can do it or not!"

But even after hearing what Du Wei said, Chase still held the equipment bag tightly and had no intention of giving it to Du Wei.

Seeing this, Cameron grabbed the equipment bag and put it in Du Wei's hands, and then said quickly to Chase:

"If you can't trust him, he'll be fine, but if you can trust House, that's fine.

Since House said he would be given a chance to practice, I choose to believe him!"

Chase shrugged:

"I just want to say that it would be safer for me to handle it. I hope our little intern's hands won't shake."

Du Wei grinned slightly. He had already seen doctors using various instruments to open his skull on his body, so how could he be afraid of surgery?

What's more, this body belongs to a serious medical student.

Duwei was seen wearing disposable surgical gloves, taking alcohol cotton and disinfecting Rebecca's neck.

Then he took a sharp scalpel with one hand and spread the folded skin near the trachea with the other hand.

Then the sharp scalpel easily opened a wound that was constantly gushing dark red blood.

Chase and Furman, who were watching Duwei's surgery with their hands folded behind them, looked at each other with a hint of joking in their eyes.

Generally speaking, after the interns see blood for the first time, their hands will start shaking uncontrollably.

And later, the intern will have to accurately find the position of the trachea when blood blocks his vision.

This is not easy without some experience, and it is easy for novices to panic and ask others for help.

So both of them were waiting for that moment to happen.

Then it severely damaged Du Wei's self-confidence.

To be honest, if it were not for the patient confidentiality clause, they would all want to record this moment with their mobile phones.

After briefly looking at each other, the two looked again at Du Wei, who was performing nervous operations.

However, facing the gush of blood, Du Wei's hands did not tremble at all.

Firmly and quickly cut enough to insert the assisted breathing tube.

He took the elbow scissors handed over by Cameron and without any hesitation, he inserted them into the blood and accurately opened the trachea.

Then, ignoring the constant flow of blood, the fixation device was installed on it, and the negative pressure setting of the device was used to clear the congestion in the trachea.

Finally, the short tracheal tube is inserted and connected to the trachea.

His facial expression did not change at all during the whole process.

Seeing this scene, Chase and Furman looked at each other again. This time, there was no joking in their eyes, but full of surprise.

This Du Wei is so skilled that he hardly looks like an intern.

Even Chase, who is proficient in surgery, has to admit that even if he had just performed the throat opening surgery, he might not be able to do it better than Duwei.

Du Wei, who was holding the air-receiving device with both hands, looked at Cameron.

Understanding, Cameron immediately picked up the mechanical ventilator and squeezed it frequently.

After a steady stream of new air entered Rebecca's trachea, Rebecca, who had fainted due to suffocation, quickly woke up.

Seeing this scene, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Especially Du Wei.

Don't look at the way he acted without any pressure just now.

But in fact, he was more nervous than anyone else.

Because this is not only about Rebecca's life, but also about his own life!

After successfully bringing Rebecca back from hell, his little remaining life finally gained one more day.

[Successful rescue, life extension for one day, current life time: 1 day and 10 hours.]

When Du Wei heard the prompt, he felt like there were ten thousand grass and mud horses running through him.

If you didn't save someone emotionally, would you only have 10 hours to live?

This is too rough!

"Duwei, Duwei? What are you thinking about?"

Suddenly, a hand waving in front of his eyes interrupted his thoughts.

Du Wei came to his senses and saw that it was Cameron who had fixed the external trachea with medical tape.

Du Wei smiled, naturally he couldn't tell her that he was about to die.

"Oh, I'm wondering if her allergy to contrast media is related to cerebral vasculitis."

Cameron tilted his head and thought for a moment:

"Well, it's possible, but how did you know that she might be allergic to contrast media?"

Du Wei had known this question for a long time, and he immediately answered:

"That's because patients may lie inadvertently, and doctors must consider more possibilities."

Cameron was obviously taken aback:

"Isn't this what House often talks about?"

Du Wei smiled slightly and nodded:

"Yes, I am his fan, which is why I came to this hospital for internship."

Cameron shook his head:

"That guy doesn't want fans, he wants an assistant with outstanding abilities. Obviously, you have shown such talent."

"Oh? Really? But what I want is not to be his assistant, but to become a better doctor than him."

"Then I'm afraid you still have a long way to go."

"Maybe it will be soon."

Just when the two of them walked out of the imaging department.

House, who was leaning against the wall with his back on crutches and had just taken Vicodin for pain relief, appeared in front of them.

As soon as House saw the two of them, he focused his attention on Duwei. He raised his eyebrows and joked:

"Hey, I heard that our great doctor just performed a throat surgery. How was it? Do you feel okay?"

Du Wei chuckled:

"I don't feel anything, just like drinking water."

"Tsk, I think it's too unfair to be an intern doctor based on your ability. Why don't you go to the outpatient clinic for me and sit in for a while?

After being there for two hours, my bones were almost rusty."

Outpatient clinic?

It's a good place to accumulate experience.

Du Wei nodded:

"Okay, but this patient..."

Before Du Wei could finish his words, he was interrupted by House:

"I made a judgment about this patient and gave her steroids and high-dose prednisone."

Duwei frowned. He knew House was wrong. He tried to remind:

"This is an anti-inflammatory drug, so have you confirmed that she has cerebral vasculitis?

Although allergy to contrast media may be caused by cerebral vasculitis.

But cerebral vasculitis is as rare as brain tumors at this age.

Without a biopsy, it would be too arbitrary to confirm it like this.

If she has neurocysticercosis, your medication will accelerate the progression of the disease."

"Hey, the erythrocyte sedimentation rate is elevated, the MRI results, and the related symptoms are completely consistent.

These conclusions are enough to support us to give it a try. Even if it fails, wouldn't it just confirm that she has neurocysticercosis?

That’s it, let’s start the treatment!”

House, who has the power to make decisions, is the person who can make the final decision in the diagnostic department.

Even Cameron did not support House's approach, but he reluctantly followed the request.

Only Duwei knew that this would only accelerate Rebecca's death.

But fortunately, as long as he is there, everything will be saved.

"Hey, doctor, why are you standing there? Follow me to the outpatient clinic!"

When House reached the elevator, he stopped and called out to Duwei, who was in a daze.