Gong Yu's next question left Yan Xin speechless.
Not to mention the burst blood vessels in Mu Nian's body, the torn wound at the root of Mu Nian's thigh alone is beyond the ability of Fengling County's medical conditions to treat.
If the bleeding from this wound could not be stopped quickly, Mu Nian would die from excessive bleeding.
Even if the bleeding could be stopped, without the cooperation of high-tech medical equipment and technical personnel, Mu Nian's leg would most likely not be saved.
Yan Xin felt extremely painful when he thought that the famous General Yan Ming would become a cripple.
Just when Yan Xin was falling into endless self-blame, Gong Yu suddenly grabbed his shoulders tightly.
"Yan Xin, let me in. I can save General Yan Ming."
Gong Yu spoke very confidently, and her firm eyes seemed to carry some kind of belief, which made Yan Xin nod subconsciously.
At this moment, the nurse rushed out of the operating room and shouted, "Is there anyone with type A blood? The patient urgently needs a blood transfusion."
The hospital's blood bank is running out.
When Gong Yu heard this, her heart started pounding and she quickly walked towards the operating room.
"Hey! Little girl, you can't come in here!" The nurse stopped her.
"Let her in." Yan Xin ordered.
The nurse looked at Gong Yu who walked into the operating room, then looked at Yan Xin, and finally compromised in surprise.
Yan Xin quickly arranged for people with type A blood to do blood matching, and then followed Gong Yu into the operating room.
The two quickly changed into sterile surgical gowns, put on sterile gloves and masks and came to the operating table.
Gong Yu's face was completely covered, and only her eyes could be seen. No one recognized her, but no one stopped her either, simply because Yan Xin came in with her.
"Doctor, let her perform the surgery." Yan Xin ordered.
The surgeon gave up his position quickly without any resistance, and even felt like he was escaping from danger, as if Mu Nian lying on the operating table was a deadly virus.
Mu Nian had lost too much blood and had multiple wounds on his body. In addition, his blood vessels burst, old wounds were torn, and the bleeding would not stop. His heartbeat had stopped, his pulse was weak, and he had been in a coma for a long time and was about to go into shock. It was obvious that he could not be saved.
If it were any other time, he would definitely issue a critical illness notice and let the family prepare.
But the person lying on the hospital bed now is the president’s son. Does he dare to ask the president to be prepared?
I'm afraid that the president will make him ready before he makes him ready.
He had been eager to transfer this hot potato to Mu Nian, so how could he possibly resist?
But I don’t know who this female doctor who came in is?
Could it be Mu Nian’s personal doctor?
While the surgeon was lost in thought, Gong Yu reached out and said in a low voice, "Scissors."
After he finished speaking, the surgeon immediately came to his senses, quickly picked up the surgical tools and handed them to Gong Yu, and obediently became Gong Yu's assistant.
Gong Yu first treated the wound at the base of Mu Nian's thigh.
She removed Mu Nian's original stitches with swift movements, her technique so skillful as if she had done it countless times before, without even pulling on Mu Nian's original wound.
Putting down the scissors, Gong Yu raised her hand again: "Tweezers, needle and thread."
When ordinary people use needle and thread to sew and mend clothes, the sewing is likely to be very ugly. Even if they practice on cowhide, they may not be able to do it so accurately.
But Gong Yu could use tweezers to hold the needle and penetrate human skin as smoothly as flowing water.
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