Chapter 101 Chief Yan died just like that

Two days later, Chief Liu Mingyang of the headquarters came to the hospital with a group of staff for routine condolences and inspections.

They were accompanied by the hospital's director, the director of the Department of Neurology, and Tong Xianglian.

When they arrived at Yan Qingfeng's ward, only Yan Yunxi and a soldier were accompanying him.

Looking at this huge group of people, Yan Yunxi felt a little overwhelmed. What she was least good at was dealing with this kind of scene where people were greeting each other.

"Hehe, girl, you are the granddaughter of old man Yan," Liu Mingyang smiled like a Maitreya Buddha.

"Hello, my name is Yan Yunxi." This person should be her grandfather's colleague, and Yan Yunxi greeted him politely.

"Hmph, why do you insist on being the granddaughter of that bad-tempered old man? You might as well be my granddaughter. They are a family of monks, what's good about that?" Liu Mingyang pretended to be angry and pouted his lips in dissatisfaction.

Yan Yunxi:!!!

It's not her decision who will be the granddaughter.

The ward was suddenly silent. No one dared to speak. This was not a topic they could participate in.

Yan Yunxi looked at Tong Xianglian innocently, only to see her covering her mouth with one hand and laughing.

This old man Liu is also a respected meritorious person. He and her father-in-law always quarreled when they met. They have never seen them talk to each other in a friendly manner.

Liu Mingyang has been single and childless. He always wanted Yan Baocheng to adopt one or two children for him. He has been eyeing Yan's children for a long time, but Yan Baocheng refused to agree.

Now he is thinking about his daughter again.

Suddenly, a young doctor rushed into the ward in a panic. The dean was about to get angry when he heard him anxiously,

"Director Tong... Director Tong, hurry... Chief Yan..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Yunxi rushed out of the ward with Tong Xianglian. No matter whether it was her grandfather or her father, something must have happened.

Liu Mingyang, the dean and others followed closely and ran out.

When they arrived at the door of the emergency room, the person had already been pushed in for surgery.

Tong Xianglian's legs were a little weak, but she couldn't go in to disturb them, so she could only sit on the stool at the door and wait.

She still doesn't know whether the person inside is her father-in-law or her man.

Yan Yunxi saw through her mental power that the person inside was her father Yan Zibin, who was shot in the chest.

In order not to disturb them, she withdrew her mental power and paced anxiously outside the emergency room.

At this time, Liu Mingyang and the others also arrived, "What's the matter?" He was very worried about the person inside.

"In surgery." Yan Yunxi replied with a serious expression.

As soon as the voice fell, the lights in the emergency room went out, and the door was gently pushed open. An old man who looked about the same age as his grandfather walked out,

"Director Tong, I'm sorry, I have tried my best, Commander Yan..."

"Bang!"

Everyone's head exploded, Commander Yan died just like that. He was the backbone of the army and the best age to lead the army's development.

While waiting for the surgery, they had already found out that a soldier's gun accidentally went off on the training ground, and he happened to pass by, and the bullet flew into his chest.

He shouldn't have lost his life because of such an accident!

After hearing this, Tong Xianglian fainted.

Fortunately, it was a hospital, and the doctors around quickly gave her first aid.

Yan Yunxi pushed the old man aside and rushed into the emergency room.

"Young comrade, what are you doing?" The old man ran in, and the dean, Liu Mingyang, and the head of the neurology department followed in. When

Yan Yunxi entered the emergency room, she saw Yan Zibin lying on the operating table with a pale face, and a doctor was about to remove the blood transfusion bag.

"Stop!" Yan Yunxi suddenly shouted, startling all the medical staff in the emergency room, and they all stopped what they were doing. Yan

Yunxi walked to Yan Zibin, grabbed his wrist and felt his pulse, and there was actually a faint pulse.

"Quack! Prepare for surgery! I'll do it." Yan Yunxi suddenly shouted angrily.

She knew that as long as the accidental injury did not directly damage the heart, there was still hope for rescue within three to five minutes after the heart stopped beating.

Even if there was only a 0.3% chance, she would try it. She couldn't let the father she just recognized die like this.

The old man came to Yan Yunxi and said, "Little comrade, please calm down."

The head of the Department of Neurology looked at Yan Yunxi with disdain, "Little comrade, the chief has left, don't make trouble anymore."

Yan Yunxi ignored them and said directly, "Sterile gloves, scalpel."

Several doctors and nurses looked at the old man, and the old man looked at the dean and Chief Liu.

"Hurry up!" Yan Yunxi roared.

Liu Mingyang nodded to the old man and let her try. What if there is a miracle? Didn't old man Yan say that his granddaughter was very skilled in medicine? It was a good opportunity for him to see it.

A nurse took a pair of gloves from the disinfection room in the emergency room and handed them to her. Yan Yunxi put on the gloves and stretched out a hand. The old man hurriedly handed her a scalpel.

The moment Yan Yunxi picked up the scalpel, her expression suddenly became cold, and there was no emotion in her eyes.

Yan Zibin's clothes had been cut open, and it was obvious that his heart had stopped beating before he could have the surgery.

Yan Yunxi took the scalpel, avoided the gunshot wound, and gently cut Yan Zibin's heart.

The old man's eyes lit up, and he looked at Yan Yunxi's superb knife skills in disbelief, and was impressed by her agility.

This would be impossible without twenty or thirty years of experience! But this young girl looked no more than twenty years old.

The old man walked quietly to the other side of the operating table, "I'll be your assistant."

With one cut, Yan Yunxi quickly peeled off the surface and exposed her heart.

Just when the old man was puzzled, he suddenly saw Yan Yunxi sticking her thumb into the incision, pressing lightly and rhythmically, with very even force.

Seeing this, the old man's heart was shocked. He finally understood what Yan Yunxi was doing.

In medical terms, this is called finger pressure to resuscitate the heart. He had only heard of this method, but no one had ever successfully completed such an operation.

You can imagine how difficult it is!

Yan Yunxi was like a very precise machine, repeating the pressing action, and the heart trembled continuously for more than ten times when her thumb pressed on it...

A minute passed, and Yan Zibin's heart still did not respond .

A nurse next to her saw a layer of fine sweat beads on Yan Yunxi's forehead, and took out a gauze to help her wipe it clean to prevent sweat from dripping into the incision and infecting it.

Suddenly, Yan Yunxi increased the pressure, and the old man shook his head, feeling hopeless.

At this moment, a miracle happened. Yan Yunxi felt her heart tremble, so she cheered up and increased the pressure again...

The heart began to beat rhythmically and autonomously.

Yan Yunxi took out the hand that was pressing on her heart, "Scalpel."

The old man hurriedly picked up the scalpel and handed it to her.

Yan Yunxi took the scalpel and cut open the gunshot wound, "Surgical forceps."

The old man picked up the surgical forceps and handed it to her.

Yan Yunxi did not use a microscope, but turned on her mental power to accurately locate the position of the bullet. Then she inserted the surgical forceps into the wound, and without any hesitation, she directly clamped the bullet out.

"Ding!"

Yan Yunxi threw the bloody bullet into the tray and exhaled deeply, "Surgical microscope."

The doctors and nurses next to her had already begun to admire her, and an instrument nurse hurriedly pushed the microscope in front of her.

Looking at Yan Zibin's heart beating more and more strongly, Yan Yunxi began to sew.

This time, she showed these doctors and nurses what a superb suture technique is.

Yan Yunxi's hands were like precision machine tools, and every stitch was so precise and impeccable.

A few minutes later, Yan Yunxi straightened up and said, "Dad, I finally got you back!"