Ye Wanying noticed it immediately after taking over.
With my eight years of experience in forensic medicine, handling this wasn't too difficult.
The two assistants were almost mesmerized:
Wow, what fast hands!
In a short period of time, the blood pressure displayed on the blood pressure monitor had risen from 30 to 38...40...45... and it continued to rise.
"gauze."
"Give."
"Sutures."
"Here you go."
"Begin stitching."
At this moment, Ye Wanying's face was sacred and inviolable, and her wounds were stitched up very neatly, like a work of art.
The two assistants couldn't help but sigh inwardly:
That's amazing! Putting everything else aside, just that beautiful suturing technique alone would make countless hospital surgeons clamor for him.
Ye Wanying didn't notice what her two assistants were thinking. As soon as her wound was stitched up, she immediately took off her mask and hat.
"Dean, please continue."
If the hospital director, who was resting nearby, didn't have to attend to surgical patients, he probably would have been discussing the matter of being specially appointed.
Ye Wanying came over and saw her son waving at her, wanting a hug, so she naturally reached out and took him.
"Mommy~"
"Um?"
"Mommy is amazing!" the little one praised without reservation.
Ye Wanying laughed:
What do you know?
"I just know."
A kind of inexplicable confidence.
Now that Gouzi is out of danger, the couple will have the nurse lead them out.
I didn't feel good in the operating room.
The air outside is much more comfortable and fresher; inside, it's full of the smell of disinfectant and blood.
I checked the time; it was almost eleven o'clock.
"Let us tell our families that we won't be going home tonight."
Ye's parents must be worried about him since he hasn't been back for so long.
Gao Dan nodded:
"Okay, you and he just wait here."
Ye Wanying naturally wouldn't refuse a man's kindness:
"good."
Outside the operating room, there was hardly anyone around except for the mother and child, and the only other sound coming from inside the operating room.
Fortunately, Ye Wanying was quite brave.
Sit on the chair next to me and place the little one beside me:
"Son, are you cold?"
The little boy shook his head: "I'm not cold." He was still wrapped in a padded coat.
Are you hungry?
"Not hungry yet."
After being scared for so long, I didn't feel hungry at all.
Just then, a cleaner appeared at the other end of the corridor, pushing his cleaning tools over.
I just had surgery, and now that it's over, it definitely needs cleaning.
However, Ye Wanying still felt something was wrong, especially when the cleaner pushed the work cart past her, the strange feeling deepened.
She tightened her grip on her son, and the little guy immediately sensed it. But seeing his mother's expression, he obediently remained silent.
They're just cleaners, ordinary people. How could they walk so lightly?
Clearly, this person has been trained.
The destination is the operating room, so the outcome is obvious.
Ye Wanying frowned, quickly thinking through the situation. If she were to fight, she would have to protect her son, and there was Gouzi, who had just undergone surgery and was still unconscious, as well as several doctors and nurses inside. What were her chances of winning?
If it were just Ye Wanying alone, she wouldn't need to consider so many factors.
And the 'cleaner' has now pushed the work cart to the operating room door and rang the doorbell.
With a "whoosh," the operating room door opened.
At this moment, Ye Wanying's toes had slightly changed direction, and she loosened her grip on her son's hand.
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