Mu Nanhe nodded vigorously, knowing that the commander was right. It was useless to blame himself at the moment. The most urgent task was to find a way to save Chen Feng.
Chen Feng's father immediately used his connections to contact the top cardiologists in the country. Time was running out, and after hearing the news, the experts put aside their work and rushed from all over the country to consult. They were all well-known authorities in the industry, with rich experience and superb medical skills, carrying the last hope of everyone.
After the experts arrived, they quickly entered the emergency room and conducted an in-depth and detailed discussion on Chen Feng's condition. Various sophisticated instruments and equipment were pushed in, and the data kept jumping on the screen. The experts' expressions were solemn and focused, and every subtle movement revealed professionalism and rigor.
However, as time went by, the atmosphere outside the clinic became more and more solemn. After a long time, experts walked out of the emergency room one after another, each of them looking tired, shaking their heads and sighing.
A senior expert said helplessly: "Commander, this operation is too difficult. The bullet fragments are too close to the heart. The operating space is very small. If we are not careful, it will directly endanger the heart. We really can't do it."
Another expert also agreed: "Even if the operation is forced, the patient's current physical condition cannot withstand the large amount of blood loss during the operation. It is very likely that he will die from excessive blood loss. The risk is too high."
Chen Feng's father's face became increasingly gloomy, his eyes were full of despair and helplessness, his hands were clenched into fists, and his knuckles turned white.
Mu Nanhe stood aside, his eyes red and tears welling up in his eyes. He felt that his power was so small and he was powerless in the face of his best friend's life and death crisis.
In this suffocating atmosphere of despair, a light suddenly flashed in Mu Nanhe's mind, and he thought of Yang Qingyan. Although Yang Qingyan did not have a medical qualification, she had excellent medical skills and supernatural powers to help, and she might be able to create a miracle.
Mu Nanhe took a deep breath and summoned up the courage to say to the chief: "Chief, I thought of someone who might be a solution, that is my wife Yang Qingyan. She has good medical skills and has treated many people in her daily life, but... she does not have a medical certificate."
After hearing this, the chief frowned slightly and fell into deep thought. After a long while, he raised his head and said firmly, "The situation is critical. We can only try our best. Let's ask her to try."
A glimmer of hope ignited in Mu Nanhe's eyes, and he immediately turned around, rushed out of the hospital, started the car, and drove home at lightning speed. Along the way, he was extremely anxious, and his mind kept reappearing the appearance of Chen Feng's serious injury and the chief's eyes full of expectation and helplessness.
Not long after, Mu Nanhe rushed back home. Before the car stopped, he jumped out of the car, rushed into the house, found Yang Qingyan, and said anxiously: "Qingyan, my brother Chen Feng is in critical condition. The experts can't help him. Come with me to take a look!"
Yang Qingyan heard this and looked at Mu Nanhe's anxious eyes. She nodded without hesitation and said, "I'll try my best."
The two of them got in the car quickly and rushed to the hospital. Along the way, Mu Nanhe said nothing, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles whitening from exerting force, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, as if he was using his eyes to clear the fastest passage for the car.
Yang Qingyan was sitting next to him. She saw how sad and anxious he was. She patted his arm gently and said softly, "Don't worry. I may be able to help you."
Mu Nanhe tilted his head slightly, his eyes reddened, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Chen Feng is my brother in life and death, and he once saved my life. I really can't just watch... " The second half of the sentence seemed to be stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it.
Yang Qingyan felt a pain in her heart, and said firmly again: "Don't worry, I will do my best." Her eyes revealed confidence and determination, trying to convey some strength to Mu Nanhe so that he could feel a little more at ease.
Arriving at the hospital, Yang Qingyan took a deep breath and walked steadily into the emergency room. In the emergency room, various instruments made cold ticking sounds. Chen Feng lay bloodless on the bed, his chest rising and falling weakly, with only a trace of breath. His dying appearance was heartbreaking.
Yang Qingyan quickly scanned the area and estimated the difficulty of the operation. Although she did not have a medical qualification in this era, surgery had become her forte in the harsh environment of the world. She had seen too many life-and-death situations and dealt with more complicated injuries than this.
A moment later, Yang Qingyan walked out of the emergency room, and everyone's eyes were focused on her. She looked calm and said firmly, "I'll do the surgery. There's an 80% chance of success."
As soon as these words came out, the experts were all surprised and started to whisper to each other. They thought that such a young girl dared to speak so arrogantly. They knew that even experienced and well-known experts like us could not succeed in such a difficult situation. After all, the fragments of the bullet were too close to the heart and scattered in many injured parts. A little carelessness would lead to fatal consequences.
Seeing this, Mu Nanhe immediately stepped forward and looked at the chief, his eyes full of pleading and trust: "Chief, please trust my wife."
The chief stared at Yang Qingyan, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination. 놛 pondered for a moment and said, "Do your best. If there is any problem, you will not be held responsible."
Several experts looked at each other, and after a moment's hesitation, one of them stepped forward and said, "Girl, we would like to watch your surgery, would you like to?"
We were curious and wanted to learn. After all, if such a difficult case could be successfully treated, it would be worth learning from.
Yang Qingyan nodded slightly and replied calmly: "I also need some assistants, so I'll trouble you all."
The operation was ready. She washed her hands carefully, put on surgical gown, gloves and mask, and walked to the operating table with practiced movements. She picked up the scalpel and her eyes were focused and sharp.
The operation was ready, Yang Qingyan entered the operating room and closed the door. She washed her hands carefully, put on surgical gowns, gloves and masks, and moved skillfully. She walked to the operating table, picked up the scalpel, and her eyes were focused and sharp.
At the beginning of the operation, she carefully cut open the blood scab on the wound, moving gently and decisively to minimize secondary injuries. The wound was open, and the broken tissue, blood stasis, and bullet fragments inside were shocking, but she did not retreat. With her exquisite skills, she cleaned the wound, clamped out small fragments with tweezers, and placed them on a tray. Her movements were precise, and the instrument recorded the operation data.
When she encountered large fragments, she first used special tools to fix the surrounding tissues, and then carefully pried and removed them. During this period, she always paid attention to Chen Feng's vital signs and stopped to observe as soon as the instrument beeped.
The operation lasted for several hours. Yang Qingyan's forehead was covered with sweat, her back was soaked through with surgical gowns, her eyes were bloodshot, but her hands remained steady.
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