Sima Yan, who had already transferred Chen Jingang to the operating room, was preparing for the operation while reminding the nurse to open the door for Wu Qiao.
Although this was inappropriate, Sima Yan felt that he had to call Wu Qiao in, otherwise he would regret it for the rest of his life.
Sima Yan was not superstitious, but he believed in intuition.
The eldest brother once taught them that if it is really difficult to make a decision sometimes, then they should trust their intuition.
Although they are mercenaries, they are all leaders in their fields, with professional knowledge from elementary school to high school. Sometimes their intuition is based on the probabilities calculated based on these, which is actually very accurate.
As soon as the door opened, Wu Qiao ran straight in, and even Chen Jingtong followed closely behind.
The door to the intensive care unit was open, while the door to the operating room was closed.
Wu Qiao pushed open the door of the operating room without thinking, grabbed the white coat beside him and put it on, put on a mask and walked into the inner room.
When the white door curtain was lifted, Sima Yan and his assistant were already standing on the operating table performing surgery on Chen Jingang.
Although he didn't know what exactly happened, Wu Qiao knew it must be very tricky.
However, Chen Jingang did have a big problem. The wound that had already been sutured suddenly started bleeding.
In fact, this is not a serious situation, but the blood pressure is unstable and drops rapidly.
After Sima Yan opened the wound, he saw that the chest cavity was full of blood.
This...how could this be happening?
The boss's body was shot except for the heart. How could he become like this!
After Sima Yan treated the blood accumulation in the chest, he searched many places but could not find the exact symptom.
Suddenly, "Doctor Sima, what should we do?"
Hearing the "beep, beep, beep" sound of the blood pressure continuing to drop, the nurse beside him frowned and looked at Sima Yan nervously.
Sima Yan held the scalpel in his hand, closed his eyes tightly and then opened them, "Increase blood transfusion."
"Let me, let me pass..."
Suddenly, Wu Qiao took a few steps closer, took 'Xuan Yue' off his neck, and said something in a trembling voice.
"Let me put it around Ungo's neck."
Although Sima Yan did not reply, he moved to the side.
Wu Qiao immediately walked over and put the "Xuan Yue" around Chen Jingang's neck.
She didn't know why, but maybe it was Xuan Yue who brought her back to life, so she also hoped that Xuan Yue could help Chen Jingang.
"Go on."
Wu Qiao stepped aside and stood quietly in the corner, staring at Chen Jingang's closed eyes.
The pale little face was completely bloodless, but the closed lips were tinged with scarlet.
I clenched my hands tightly, afraid that if I blinked, I would miss the person who loved me the most in the world.
This stop lasted for six hours. After the wound was sutured, Sima Yan leaned against the wall, tears falling from the corners of his eyes.
Wu Qiao also changed from being anxious at the beginning to being calm now.
There was no emotion in her almond-shaped eyes, as if the person lying on the operating table was not Chen Jingang.
This kind of calmness is like a dead heart.
Chen Jingtong, who was standing aside, suppressed her inner grief and anger and grabbed Wu Qiao's arm, fearing that he would lose his composure.
The vital signs instrument not far away had turned into a straight line. Sima Yan had done his best.
But I don’t know what went wrong. In short... everything seems weird.
"Sister-in-law, I'm sorry, I..."
After a long time, Sima Yan finally opened his eyes and looked at Wu Qiao who was silent.
The corners of Wu Qiao's lips were slightly raised, but his eyes were always on Chen Jingang's face.
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