Qian Bicheng regrets it now. Why didn't he stop her back then? If Wen Jingwan had stayed, what if something had happened? Wouldn't the couple have been separated by death?
Jiang Qiao got out of the car, grabbed her bag, and rushed into the hospital. It was usually bustling with activity, but now it was deserted. She only saw her father's soldiers waiting at the entrance. When they saw her, they led her inside.
"They're here, they're here—"
Qian Bicheng turned his head and saw the little figure flying over like the wind. "Uncle, what's wrong with my dad? Did he have surgery?"
Qian Bicheng shook his head. "Your father said he wanted you to come. Go in quickly and tell those two doctors to start the surgery as soon as possible; your father can't wait. However, there's no anesthesiologist, and the medications are incomplete—"
Jiang Qiao nodded. "I know—"
Then she abandoned these people, grabbed her bag, and rushed into the operating room.
Song Junqiang was dumbfounded. "Commander, what do we do? Qiao'er has gone inside—"
Qian Bicheng's eyes widened. "What can we do? Wait and see what's the situation with those injured people?"
"We're working on it, but we're out of penicillin—"
Qian Bicheng angrily punched the wall. "Why does everything have to happen at once? Let's treat them first, we can talk about the medicine later."
When Jiang Qiao went in, the two interns were already prepared and waiting for orders.
When Jiang Qiao arrived, the two comrades were puzzled, but Jiang Qiao didn't even need them to ask; she just told them directly.
"I'm Gu Zhengfeng's daughter. I brought the medicine. I'll be in charge of the anesthesia. You guys should give my dad some anti-inflammatory treatment first. Where's the nurse?"
There were no nurses inside. The young military doctor gave a wry smile. "There are other wounded soldiers being treated. Everyone else has gone out. Comrade, we don't have any assistants. The nurses in the operating room went with them."
Jiang Qiao waved her hand, "I'll be your assistant, let's work together—"
Jiang Qiao first gave her father acupuncture, but without using anesthesia. Instead, she used silver needles. She didn't want to use anesthesia properly, as it would affect her father's reaction time. She didn't dare to use her father as an experiment.
Besides, acupuncture may not necessarily fail to achieve the effect of anesthesia, but it depends on the skill of the person performing the acupuncture, and she is confident in that regard.
After the silver needles were inserted, Gu Zhengfeng also put an IV drip in. Jiang Qiao quickly disinfected herself and then stood calmly by the operating table.
He calmly glanced at the two doctors and asked, "Are you ready? Let's begin. Who will make the incision?"
One of them pointed to himself and said, "I'll go—"
Jiang Qiao nodded, then examined Gu Zhengfeng's wound. The location wasn't ideal, but it wasn't too bad either; although it was on his chest, it was still a bit far from his heart.
"Okay, let's begin. Don't be nervous."
Jiang Qiao's voice was calm and composed, instantly giving the two interns a sense of confidence.
However, when blood gushed from Gu Zhengfeng's chest after the incision, the two men shuddered in fright, and Jiang Qiao quickly handed him tweezers.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here for you. I won't blame you if anything happens. Everyone has a first time, and you've already done a great job."
The person next to him was either stunned or hadn't come to his senses, holding the hemostat but not making a move. Jiang Qiao quickly reminded him, but seeing his trembling appearance, she had no choice but to do it herself. She quickly clamped the blood vessel and wiped it with gauze so that the other person could see the location of the bullet.
Jiang Qiao's actions made even the other person feel ashamed. He had studied for a long time, but he was still not as good as a young girl.
Quickly adjust your emotions. Next, removing the bullet is crucial; if the location is not right, you might hit the wrong spot.
Both interns were sweating profusely. Jiang Qiao wiped their sweat while observing them. The surgeon's hands were shaking, so Jiang Qiao went over to him.
"I'll come get it—"
Having been given a second chance at life, her senses were far stronger than those of ordinary people. There was no time to hesitate. She took the tweezers, felt the location of the bullet, opened her eyes, her gaze was clear, and her movements were steady, accurate, and fast. With the crisp sound of the bullet falling into the dish, the two people finally stopped shaking. The bullet had been removed, which meant that the surgery was half successful.
"You can stitch it up, don't worry—"
Jiang Qiao was more anxious than anyone else. If this afternoon was delayed any longer, her father would bleed to death. But she couldn't rush him. The more this happened, the more he needed encouragement.
With the bullets removed, the two doctors moved much more smoothly. Jiang Qiao watched closely from the side, ready to intervene if anything went wrong. The two doctors did not disappoint her; with the cooperation of the three and a half doctors, the surgery was finally completed.
After finishing the last stitch, the surgeon's legs went weak and he almost collapsed, but luckily Jiang Qiao caught him.
Are you alright?
The man shook his head. "It's alright, it's alright. Hurry up and get him to the ward. Young man, thank you. Without your encouragement, the two of us wouldn't have been able to complete this surgery on our own."
Jiang Qiao simply sighed softly, "That's my father—"
Then he went out to call for help to lift Gu Zhengfeng onto the hospital bed. Although Qian Bicheng was anxious, he didn't dare to ask any questions at this moment. Only after Gu Zhengfeng was settled could he ask Jiang Qiao.
"How's your dad doing?"
Jiang Qiao smiled gently, which finally put Qian Bicheng's mind at ease.
"Uncle, it's alright now. The surgery was a success, but there's still an observation period. If he can get through this, my dad will be completely fine and will recover gradually."
"Alright, I'll stay here tonight. You guys go back first and tell my grandpa that my dad is alright."
"How could I leave you alone? I'll stay here."
Jiang Qiao shook her head in disagreement. "Uncle, you need to stay here. Go back and leave Junqiang with me. He can run errands or something. I need him."
With Gu Zhengfeng's matter settled, Qian Bicheng thought of the other wounded soldiers. He looked at Gu Zhengfeng, then at Jiang Qiao, and asked in a low voice, "Qiao'er, do you have enough medicine?"
When he asked that question, Jiang Qiao understood to some extent why he said that.
"Were any other comrades injured?"
Qian Bicheng nodded with a bitter face. "We're out of penicillin, so I need the medicine you have, on the condition that your father can continue taking it."
Jiang Qiao nodded and took out the medicine from her bag. "Give this to the injured comrade. There's more in the bag, enough for my dad. If there's not enough over there, come and get more."
Qian Bicheng wanted to figure out something, but unfortunately, there were no words on it.
Are you sure it's this medicine?
Jiang Qiao nodded. "My dad uses this, so you have to trust me and hurry up and give the soldiers the injections."
Qian Bicheng handed the medicine to the guard beside him, saying, "Take it over there quickly—"
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