When Fan Qiyun went out, Zhou Qihua suddenly looked at Ma Xiaoyi.
"Old Ma, the patient's condition is very serious, the likelihood of successful surgery is low, let's find outside help."
Zhou Qihua also knew about Fan Qiyun's situation, but to watch the patient's life slip away before his eyes, to be honest, he couldn't do it either.
Not only could he not do it, Ma Xiaoyi probably couldn't either.
As doctors, often there is no way to bring personal emotions into the hospital, onto their work positions.
"Who to find?"
"In this situation, neither you nor I can do anything, who else can save them?" Ma Xiaoyi spread his hands.
As the head of the Respiratory Section, Ma Xiaoyi was very aware of the patient's current condition, to put it bluntly, if anything goes wrong, the person might just be gone.
