Caspian had emphasized that the patient had a history of epilepsy.
As a mere intern, I had naturally never participated in this type of neurosurgery before. But I had just read about a similar case.
"Pretreatment with phenytoin sodium," I responded smoothly, fighting through my physical discomfort. "A loading dose three hours prior to surgery, combined with dexmedetomidine for sedation."
I thought Ferris would drop the issue after I answered, but a second later, he asked, "What about during the wake-up period?"
He was clearly trying to make things harder for me.
But why? We were both from Capital General, so why was he pressing me so relentlessly?
Would he only be satisfied when he had thoroughly humiliated me?
I dug my nails into my palm to stay calm, mimicking what I had read. "During the wake-up period, target-controlled infusion with remifentanil can be utilized."
My words left everyone in the room looking surprised, Ferris included.
It made sense. While anesthetic dosages could be calculated using textbook formulas, coordinating the before-and-after of surgery required an anesthesiologist to rely on their own expertise and assess the patient's overall condition to formulate a tailored anesthesia plan. It wasn't something that could be simply copied out of a book.
So for an intern to devise a corresponding anesthesia plan in such a short amount of time naturally shocked everyone.
Ferris pushed up his glasses, his gaze turning somber as he continued his line of questioning. "Dr. Hayes has certainly thought this through. Then tell us, after watching the surgery for so long, what else have you noticed?"
I really couldn't hide anything from him. While the anesthesia plan could be replicated, the observations and insights into neurosurgery varied from role to role. Ferris was testing me from a different angle.
As soon as I spoke, the colleagues around the room murmured in varying states of surprise. Professor Rhodes was the only one to immediately speak up. "Selena, how did you come to that conclusion?"
I opened my notes to the neural testing data and explained, "These are abnormal burst-suppression patterns on the EEG. I've seen similar cases in Professor Lucas's class."
Professor Rhodes looked thoroughly impressed.
Seeing this, Dr. Evelyn Yates proudly chimed in. "Selena majored in both neurosurgery and anesthesiology in medical school. Pretty sharp observation, wouldn't you say?"
"I see," Professor Rhodes, the most senior medical scholar in the room, praised me. "Excellent. Selena is one of the few doctors so far to spot the patient's anomalies. It's incredibly rare."
He even clapped for me after saying that. The others quickly followed suit. In an instant, I had become the center of attention in the conference room. Even Dr. Evelyn Yates gave me a discreet thumbs-up.

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