The chief stood aside, frowning, looking at Yang Qingyan with deep eyes. He had been on the battlefield for a long time and had seen countless life-and-death situations. He knew that Mu Nanhe's situation at the moment was like being on the edge of a cliff. If he was not careful, he would be doomed.
Facing Yang Qingyan's self-recommendation, he seemed full of doubts, and moved his lips as if he wanted to ask, but was choked back by the firm questioning voices of the experts in front of him.
Just as everyone's doubts were overwhelming Yang Qingyan, Chen Feng stepped beside her and said anxiously, "Let your sister-in-law try. I was saved by her! I was seriously injured before, and the bullet hit near my heart. My life was in danger. With her superb medical skills, your sister-in-law pulled me back from the brink of death and gave me a second life. Her medical skills should not be underestimated."
Chen Feng's voice trembled slightly due to excitement. He recalled his despair when he was injured and Yang Qingyan's calmness when she rescued him, his eyes were full of trust and gratitude.
When everyone heard what Chen Feng said, they were startled and their eyes were focused on Yang Qingyan again.
Yang Qingyan raised her chin slightly, facing everyone's gaze, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "I know you all have doubts, but time is urgent at the moment, and every minute and every second is related to Mu Nanhe's life and death. I guarantee it with my professionalism and personality, and I also care about his family. I will do my best. I will be responsible for any consequences. Don't you have any other treatment options?"
The chief pondered for a moment, exchanged a few opinions with the experts beside him in a low voice, and then slowly said: "Nanhe family, since you said so, I believe you, please rescue Nanhe boy, he is a hero."
Yang Qingyan nodded heavily: "I understand, don't worry, Chief."
After Yang Qingyan finished speaking, she quickly entered the working state. She looked at Doctor Wang with a firm look and said without any doubt: "Doctor Wang, please prepare the surgical instruments, immediately!" Although Doctor Wang still had doubts, at this point, he could only do it.
The experts looked at each other and understood each other tacitly. They wanted to see how capable this young girl who didn't know her own limitations was, but they also didn't want to miss any chance to save Mu Nanhe's life, so they followed her into the operating room, ready to act as assistants and observe the entire process.
Inside the operating room, the atmosphere was so solemn that it seemed to freeze the air. Everyone held their breath, and only the regular ticking sounds of the instruments struck at everyone's tense heartstrings.
Yang Qingyan stood in front of the operating table, her eyes fixed on Mu Nanhe's bruised body, and she spoke quickly and calmly: "Scalpel, No. 3, No. 4, No. 7, quick!" The nurse trainee handed the corresponding model of scalpel to her. Yang Qingyan took it and lightly touched it with her fingers to confirm the feel.
"Hemostatic forceps."
"Organizational tweezers."
"Gauze."
"Attractor."
"Bone Saw"
"Sewing Needle"
Yang Qingyan's voice kept ringing in the operating room. Her forehead was covered with sweat, but her eyes were more determined. Every instruction was concise and clear, without any drag. She devoted herself to the race against death, and with her superb medical skills, she rebuilt Mu Nanhe's broken body bit by bit.
Her movements were skillful and smooth, without any hesitation, and every step seemed to have been rehearsed thousands of times. When dealing with those complex and shocking injuries, she would sometimes frown and concentrate on distinguishing the subtle differences between blood vessels and tissues; sometimes her eyes would be firm and she would decisively suture and ligate.
During this time, when Mu Nanhe's vital signs fluctuated, his blood pressure dropped sharply, and his heart rate became weak and unstable, Yang Qingyan quietly used her supernatural power. Her palm gently covered Mu Nanhe's chest, and a warm energy invisible to the naked eye was slowly injected, as if she was playing a silent tug-of-war with the god of death. This energy flowed along Mu Nanhe's blood vessels, and wherever it went, it seemed to inject vitality into his body full of holes, allowing those organs that were on the verge of failure to regain vitality.
In his coma, Mu Nanhe seemed to be lost in the abyss of darkness, but he could vaguely see a vague and familiar figure. That was Yang Qingyan. She was like a bright light, breaking through the darkness, holding his hand tightly, and trying her best to pull him back from the gates of hell. He wanted to see her face clearly and call out her name, but his weak consciousness was like a candle in the wind, and he could only let himself sink and float in this chaotic dream.
Time passed quietly during this tense operation, and every minute and every second seemed to be stretched infinitely. Outside the operating room, the chief, Chen Feng, and other people who were waiting anxiously stared at the closed door, feeling like the days were passing by.
After 38 hours, the door of the operating room finally opened slowly. Yang Qingyan walked out with a tired face and unsteady steps. The medical staff behind her pushed Mu Nanhe's bed.
Doctor Wang announced excitedly: "The operation was successful, and the patient's life is temporarily saved!" At that moment, the entire corridor was boiling with cheers and applause.
The long and intense fight almost overdrew her body, and she began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.
At the critical moment, Yang Qingyan gritted her teeth and quietly transferred her supernatural power into her body. A warm current instantly dispelled her fatigue, and her eyes glowed with determination again. She knew that postoperative care was also crucial, and she must stay in the best condition.
Yang Qingyan said to the medical staff beside her: "Transfer to the intensive care unit first, I will observe. The 24 hours after the operation are especially important." Although her voice sounded tired, it was full of unquestionable majesty.
Everyone carefully pushed Mu Nanhe to the intensive care unit, and Yang Qingyan followed closely. Outside the ward, she reported to the anxiously waiting chief: "His life is saved, but the tendons in his leg cannot be reconnected now. He is too weak now, and he needs to wait until he is well before the second surgery."
The leader's frown relaxed slightly, his eyes full of trust and gratitude, and he immediately said, "You make the arrangements, and feel free to ask for anything you need."
When the experts and doctors nearby heard this, they looked at each other in amazement and confusion. A senior expert couldn't help but ask, "Can you even connect the tendons of the leg? Will you be able to walk normally again in the future?" As soon as this question came out, everyone looked sideways, their eyes focused on Yang Qingyan, full of curiosity and expectation.
Yang Qingyan nodded slightly and answered firmly: "It will take a little longer, maybe several months to recover, but it can be cured. As long as the follow-up rehabilitation training can keep up, the possibility of recovery is very high." Her words were like a shot of adrenaline, which made everyone feel relieved.
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