HLnovel Chapter 176 Skills Competition: Handwashing and Disinfection
Chapter 176 Skills Competition: Handwashing and Disinfection
When the three of them saw Hua Lan return with a deathly pale face, their hearts sank.
Everyone looked at the note in Hua Lan's hand.
"What question did you draw?" Zhou Ping asked.
"I told you my hands are stinky!" Hua Lan shoved the note into Zhou Ping's hand and sat back down in her seat, pouting.
Zhou Ping and Cheng Zhuoli huddled together, unfolded the note, and read:
6. Preoperative handwashing and abdominal surgical disinfection.
"We've practiced washing our hands so much they're rough. But surgical sterilization isn't covered there, and we haven't prepared anything for it." Hua Lan was so anxious she was almost crying.
"Oh, why are you all frowning? You all look like bitter gourds."
Upon hearing the voice, the four men were immediately filled with rage.
An Xiaoyue already remembered him, Ding Liang.
From the moment the four of them signed up as a team, this person loved to make their presence known.
Whenever they gathered together to prepare, Ding Liang always liked to say things that were sarcastic and demoralizing.
This time is no exception.
Cheng Zhuoli wanted to go up and argue, but Zhou Ping held him back tightly.
Hua Lan was already upset about her smelly hands, and after hearing Ding Liang's words, she immediately lay down on the small table, buried her face in her arms, and was extremely sad.
Having known her for so long, An Xiaoyue understands her.
Hua Lan is a very insecure girl.
On the surface, she appears warm and optimistic, but this is merely a protective facade. She admires strength and also craves encouragement and understanding from others.
An Xiaoyue whispered a few words in Hua Lan's ear, and Hua Lan immediately perked up, "Really?"
An Xiaoyue smiled faintly and remained silent, only nodding affirmatively.
She looked at Zhou Ping and Cheng Zhuoli, "Which of you remembers the pre-operative handwashing steps?"
"I remember."
"I remember it too."
The two answered one after the other.
"Okay, Cheng Zhuoli, you're handsome and have long arms, so you'll be in charge of washing hands before the operation."
"Ah, I know I'm handsome, but you don't have to go to such lengths to praise me." Cheng Zhuoli raised his finger, pretended to brush a stray hair from his ear that wasn't even there, and gave the three of them a flirtatious wink.
She made all three of them laugh, and the atmosphere immediately became relaxed.
Zhou Ping patted him on the shoulder, "Stop talking nonsense. You're the face of the group, you have to get full marks."
Cheng Zhuoli straightened his back and accepted the order, "Yes, I promise to brush my hands until they are covered in a layer of skin, so that all five judges can see my long, smooth, and tender ape arms."
“Okay, go and get ready.” An Xiaoyue finished arranging for him, then looked at the other two team members, “Abdominal surgery disinfection, the note didn’t say whether it was the upper abdomen or the lower abdomen, so we have to take both into account.”
An Xiaoyue's calm and powerful voice made Zhou Ping and Hua Lan trust her inexplicably and willingly follow her arrangements.
"Who will be responsible for the disinfection area during the upper abdominal surgery, from the mastoid process to the pubic symphysis, and from the mid-axillary line and posterior axillary line on both sides?"
Zhou Ping volunteered, "I'll do it. I see that Hua Lan is quite nervous. She can be in charge of assisting with tasks like pouring iodine solution."
Since it concerned the interests of all team members, Hua Lan had no objection to the arrangement.
"Okay, then I'll have to trouble you, Hualan. Whether it's the class monitor disinfecting or I disinfecting, you have to participate."
"I understand," Hua Lan replied firmly.
"Another detail is that before we disinfect, we must tell them that we have washed our hands and put on our surgical gowns, and that the patient has also thoroughly washed and prepared their skin with soap and water beforehand."
"Do we need to tell you about the prep?" Zhou Ping asked, confirming.
Washing the skin with soapy water is to remove dirt and oil from the skin's surface, but he doesn't understand the concept of prepping the skin.
“Yes, some patients have a lot of body hair.” After An Xiaoyue said this, the two looked at her dry lips and didn’t ask any more questions. They just did as she said.
"If there are no problems, let's each make our own preparations."
On stage, the first and second groups have already started operating.
They were in the sixth group, so they still had some time to prepare.
But apart from the judging panel on stage, no one was paying attention to the competitions in the other groups.
Soon, the third and fourth groups also went on stage.
As time went by, the other three, except for An Xiaoyue, became increasingly nervous.
Instead of mentally demonstrating, everyone stared at the big screen and watched their classmates operate.
Ding Liang was in the third group, and his group was assigned to wound cleaning and suturing, with Ding Liang as the operator.
Compared to his quiet demeanor, the group of students next to him who were assigned to perform chest compressions were much more lively.
Having seen both groups, An Xiaoyue was already fully aware of their abilities.
She quietly comforted Hua Lan, "I'm confident we'll get first place. We'll go together for the third leg too, there won't be any problems."
Hua Lan said, "I can see that too. It's true what they say, 'a half-baked expert makes a lot of noise.'"
The two exchanged a smile, both seeing confidence in each other's eyes.
After the third and fourth group matches ended, Ding Liangxiong walked off the field with a triumphant air, as if he had won a battle.
As he passed the four people, he even snorted coldly.
An Xiaoyue and Hua Lan stood up, ready to go on stage.
They faced Ding Liang directly, unleashed their ultimate moves, and simultaneously rolled their eyes.
"You..." Ding Liang angrily pointed at the two people's backs, but was bumped into by Cheng Zhuoli, who was leaving his seat later, causing him to stumble.
His eyes blazed with fury as he glared angrily at the four men's retreating figures. "You just wait and see!"
Ding Liang slumped back into his chair, his mind brimming with wicked schemes.
After the four people went on stage, they stood neatly in a line. Zhou Ping, as the group leader, spread out the slips of paper from the lottery and introduced them to the judges.
"We are the sixth group, and the topic we drew is preoperative handwashing and abdominal disinfection for patients. The assignments are as follows: Cheng Zhuoli is responsible for preoperative handwashing, An Xiaoyue and I are responsible for abdominal disinfection for patients, and Hua Lan is responsible for assisting."
After the judges listened carefully, they remained expressionless and let them begin.
Cheng Zhuoli went to the prepared washbasin, took off his white coat, rolled up the sleeves of his short-sleeved shirt to reveal his strong arms, and stepped on the faucet...
Seeing his composed expression, An Xiaoyue turned her gaze away and looked at Zhou Ping.
After explaining the prerequisites for entering the operating room, such as washing hands and cleaning the patient's skin beforehand, he took a cotton ball soaked in iodine and began disinfecting the student playing the role of the patient.
Everything was proceeding smoothly, and the scope and order of disinfection were also in order.
After disinfecting three times, Zhou Ping reported to the judges that he had completed the disinfection of the patient undergoing upper abdominal surgery.
The judges looked at the "patient" after disinfection and asked Zhou Ping, "Do you have anything to add?"