The two ran out one after the other. Political Commissar Wang was somewhat distrustful of Jiang Yule, as he was too young. However, the operation had to be performed.... Mu Chuan's condition did not allow them to transfer to another hospital.
On the operating table, Jiang Yule looked at the man lying on the table, exhaled a long breath, and forced himself to calm down.
When he opened his eyes again, he cut the knife decisively.
The operation lasted until 4 p.m. Jiang Yule performed the whole operation himself, while Tan Xiuming just stood by and did nothing.
This operation also really let everyone see Jiang Yule's ability.
After leaving the operating room, Jiang Yule's eyes went dark for a moment, and he held onto the wall to keep steady.
"Doctor Jiang"
"With Music"
"Yu Le, are you okay?" A girl's voice came into Jiang Yu Le's ears. After a moment of buzzing, Jiang Yu Le's vision regained clarity.
Looking at the person in front of him, Jiang Yule smiled slightly and said, "I'm sorry I couldn't accompany you at noon."
"Oh, why are you still talking about this? Mu Chuan has been sent back to the ward. I'll help you over." Meng Wanshu looked at Jiang Yule with heartache. She didn't wait for Jiang Yule at noon. When she asked, she found out that Mu Chuan was injured. The operation lasted more than seven hours. She was highly nervous for seven hours. And the one under the scalpel was her lover. For the first time, Meng Wanshu felt that Jiang Yule was really strong.
In the intensive care unit, Mu Chuan lay quietly on the bed with a thick white gauze tied around his chest. Jiang Yule went forward to check on him and confirmed that everything was fine. Then he pulled Meng Wanshu's sleeve and the two of them tiptoed out of the ward.
"Yu Le, everything is fine here, go to the office and take a rest, I'll help you watch over it."
"It's okay, I just stood for too long." I was in a state of high mental tension for a long time, coupled with emotional fluctuations, so I felt dizzy when I relaxed. It's not that I was really tired.
"Then have something to eat. I brought you some buns and some vegetables. They were all bought from the state-owned restaurant. They are your favorites." Ever since Meng Wanshu knew that Jiang Yule would not be able to undergo surgery for a while, she hurried out to buy food. She had been wrapping it tightly in her bag, and it was still warm when she took it out.
"Thank you." Jiang Yule didn't have much appetite, but thinking about the old leader's matter, Mu Chuan also needed someone, so he took a bun and started eating.
Halfway through the meal, he saw Political Commissar Wang coming out of another ward. "Doctor Jiang, is Comrade Mu's condition stable?"
"Well, it's no big deal. Just take good care of yourself tonight and make sure you don't get a fever again."
"So when will he wake up?" Political Commissar Wang asked anxiously.
Jiang Yule glanced at the ward and said, "Not sure, let's see how it goes tonight."
Political Commissar Wang frowned, and after a long while he asked again, "I'm really sorry, I know you've been in surgery for a long time and your body can't stand it, but can you come to this ward and help take a look?"
Jiang Yule raised his eyebrows but did not refute. He put the bun back into the lunch box and told Meng Wanshu to wait here for a while. Then he got up and went to the ward he had just left with Political Commissar Wang.
As soon as he entered the room, Jiang Yule saw three people lying in a coma on the hospital bed.
"For this mission, six members of the task force were dispatched, four of them were in a coma, and the other two brought the target person back. The information we intercepted was that the other party would take action early tomorrow morning, but the four people who knew about it are all in a coma. For the safety of the country and the people, can Dr. Jiang help take a look? Maybe... is there any chance that he can wake up earlier?"
Jiang Yule said nothing, washed his hands in the basin at the door, and then walked towards the three people lying on the bed. He looked at them one by one. It seemed that Qi Bai's injury was the lightest, and he should be able to wake up in the middle of the night. But he thought that Political Commissar Wang would need some time to make arrangements...
So he stood up and said, "We can wake them up earlier with the help of external forces, but this method is not very good for them. They may need a few more days to recover."
Now it was Wang Zhengwei's turn to have a headache... They were all special forces soldiers, and their bodies were their capital. If they were forced to wake up by external forces, wouldn't that cut off their path?
Perhaps seeing the embarrassment of Political Commissar Wang, Jiang Yule spoke again, "It's not as serious as you think. It's just that he will be a little weaker when he wakes up this time. He will be fine after ten days or half a month of rest."
"Ah, that's fine, I can just grant them a few more days off."
After that, Political Commissar Wang looked at the people in the ward, as if he was trying to choose who would be the best person to attack, and he was even a little hesitant.
"Doctor Jiang, why don't you choose between Qi Bai and Kaizi? They are both relatively stable. Mu Chuan is actually the most stable, but he is too seriously injured. It is better not to attack him."
Jiang Yule burst out laughing when he heard this, and his nerves, which had been suppressed all day, relaxed a little.
Jiang Yule laughed suddenly. Political Commissar Wang, who was thinking carefully, thought he had said something wrong and asked awkwardly, "What...what happened?"
Jiang Yule suppressed his smile and explained
"Political Commissar Wang, you are joking. At present, the only one who can do it is Qi Bai. The other two have head injuries and are not suitable."
"That's fine. Qi Bai is in good health, young, and will recover quickly. So, Doctor Jiang, can we start now?"
"Okay." Jiang Yule reached into the pocket of his white coat and took out a palm-sized acupuncture bag from the space.
Spread out, a row of golden needles of different sizes appeared in front of Political Commissar Wang.
Even though he didn't know much about medicine, it was not difficult to tell that it was a first-rate good thing. For a moment, he looked at Jiang Yule with a slightly unusual look in his eyes.
The girl turned her wrist slightly, and seven or eight golden needles were already inserted into Qi Bai's head.
After a while, the needle was removed. When Political Commissar Wang was about to ask something, he saw Qi Bai groaning and seemed to be waking up.
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