119 Blood transfusion

Feng Qingchen's eyes were as red as blood, but she was calm as usual, with a determined light flashing in her eyes. She was half-kneeling on the ground, covered in blood, but she did not look the least bit embarrassed.

Looking down at the vein in his hand, Feng Qingchen made a decision: "There is always a way out. I, Feng Qingchen, will not believe this today. It's just a suture of the eversion. I can do it by myself."

Without thinking, Feng Qingchen pulled down her mask, lowered her head, and ignoring the pungent smell of blood, she opened her mouth and bit the blood vessel, then leaned her left cheek on Dong Ling Ziluo's leg, motionless.

There was a bloody taste in his mouth, but Feng Qingchen didn't even move his teeth, maintaining a moderate strength.

If it is too tight, the blood vessels will rupture; if it is too loose, it cannot be fixed. This force is extremely difficult to control, and what is even more difficult is to keep this force unchanged.

In just five seconds, Feng Qingchen already felt his mouth sore, and he either wanted to use more force or let go.

Feng Qingchen exhaled through his nose and held it in.

Quick, she had to move fast.

She couldn't hold on for too long, and Dong Ling Zi Luo couldn't hold on for too long either.

Doctors are people who race against death. There are winners and losers in such a race, but if they lose this time, the consequences will not be something Feng Qingchen can bear...

Feng Qingchen tilted his head, turned the blood vessel outside with his left hand, took the needle and thread that was stuck on Dong Ling Ziluo's leg with his right hand, slightly adjusted his posture, and began to suture the blood vessel.

She lay sideways with her head tilted, leaning against Dong Ling Zi Luo's leg. This posture was extremely awkward, and it was difficult to control the strength in her hands. In addition, her mouth was biting on a blood vessel, and she couldn't move. Feng Qingchen felt extremely uncomfortable.

It only took about twenty seconds, but Feng Qingchen felt so sour...

Hold on, hold on, there's only half a lap left.

The right hand moved away quickly, and at this time on the battlefield, the advantage of emergency treatment of external injuries was revealed.

Her speed is far beyond the reach of ordinary surgeons.

The thread and the needle shuttle back and forth...

squeak!

Last stitch, close the thread.

In less than thirty seconds, a person successfully sutured the artery.

Although the process did not conform to the procedural requirements, special matters should be handled specially.

"Success." Feng Qingchen wanted to jump up with joy.

If you do this step well, you are halfway to success.

“It’s beyond normal levels.”

Sure enough, human potential is unlimited. She didn't dare to do it before. She could complete the artery suture operation alone, but at the critical moment of life and death, she was forced into no choice.

Even if you can't do it, you have to do it.

Feng Qingchen's eyes lit up and he was full of fighting spirit.

This time, she felt more confident.

Her mouth and arms were so sore, but Feng Qingchen didn't have time to care about it. After suturing the blood vessels, Feng Qingchen lifted Dong Ling Ziluo's legs, moved the other end of the wound to her front, cut it open with a knife, and found two extremely thin blood vessels.

"It's too thin. The previous method won't work. It looks like we can only use a microscope."

The microscope is specially used to suture small blood vessels. It has tools that can clamp small blood vessels and is only suitable for suture small blood vessels.

But where should we put the microscope after we take it out?

Feng Qingchen's eyes darted around but couldn't find one that could be used.

With no choice, Feng Qingchen sat on the bed, stretched out her legs, and put an iron plate on top. After making sure it was stable and balanced, Feng Qingchen placed the microscope on her legs.

After trying to move the microscope to make sure it would not shake or move, Feng Qingchen began to work, taking out even finer needles and threads, lowering his head to look at the microscope intently, his hands moving across the blood vessels.

This is a delicate job that cannot afford any mistakes.

Feng Qingchen dared not move her lower body. If she moved even the slightest, the microscope would shift, and she would definitely lose her grip.

Dong Ling Zi Luo seemed to be in a dream, and in a trance he seemed to see a woman looking at him very seriously and attentively.

That kind of seriousness and concentration made him feel that in the eyes of this woman, he seemed to be the only one in the world, and only he could catch her eye.

He wanted to see the woman's face clearly, but he couldn't. Her face was blurred in the red...

Feng Qingchen's concentration made her ignore everything in the outside world.

A man with a silver face and black clothes flashed past the window, and saw the scene of Feng Qingchen suturing his blood vessels under the microscope.

However, his eyes were mostly on Feng Qingchen. The bloodstained face looked particularly holy and beautiful because of the unusual concentration and seriousness.

Lan Jiuqing was so fascinated that he ignored the microscope on Feng Qingchen's leg.

Lan Jiuqing wanted to take one more look, but he knew that this was the imperial palace, not a place where he could stay for long, so he reluctantly withdrew his eyes and left...

And the moment he turned around, the shock in his eyes was replaced by curiosity.

Feng Qingchen, what kind of person are you? You are full of mysteries.

I am becoming more and more curious about you.

Lan Jiuqing didn't know that when a man is curious about a woman, it means he is likely to be attracted to her.

Being attracted starts with curiosity and then becomes certain due to understanding.

Lan Jiuqing didn't even know that if he had left one second later, he would have been able to see Feng Qingchen putting the microscope into his arm out of thin air.

Fortunately, he didn't see it, otherwise he would definitely regard Feng Qingchen as a witch, and even if he didn't stay away from her, he would be on guard against her.

…

“It worked.”

The light in Feng Qingchen's eyes became increasingly fiery.

This operation brought her a lot of benefits. She felt that her hands were more flexible.

After putting away the things, Feng Qingchen turned over and got out of bed. After the blood vessels were treated, Dong Ling Ziluo's wound finally stopped bleeding, but this did not mean that Feng Qingchen could breathe a sigh of relief, nor did it mean that Dong Ling Ziluo was out of danger.

She just sutured the blood vessels. If nothing else, she also had to clean the wound, remove the rotten flesh on the wound, disinfect it, apply medicine, and suture it.

call……

In just over a minute, two-thirds of her energy was consumed.

Feng Qingchen was very tired, both physically and mentally. She was covered in blood and sweat, making her look as if she had been fished out of a pool of blood.

Her hands felt as if they were filled with lead and were too heavy to lift. Her legs were also sore and the taste of blood in her mouth went straight into her throat, making her want to vomit.

She is used to the smell of blood, but that doesn't mean she likes it or can drink human blood. You have to know that she is just a doctor, not a vampire.

Feng Qingchen wanted to pour a glass of water to clear the bad taste in his mouth, but he found...

There is no clean water here except for large basins of blood.

Okay, I'll bear it.

Feng Qingchen didn't have time to go to his smart bag and look for something that could clean the bloody taste in his mouth. Besides, getting used to this kind of thing is terrible...

When she dragged her tired body and bandaged Dong Ling Ziluo's wound, she had already gotten used to the taste of blood in her mouth and ignored it completely.

The treatment of the wound did not mean that Dong Ling Ziluo was out of danger. Due to excessive blood loss, his body functions began to decline again. Feng Qingchen first gave him an infusion to replenish the nutrients and water his body needed.

He took out a few bottles of special medicine, pried open Dong Ling Zi Luo's mouth, and stuffed the pills in.

There is no need to worry that Dong Ling Ziluo won’t be able to swallow it. The doctors are all good at feeding medicine. Not to mention someone who has fainted, even a dead Feng Qingchen can make him “swallow” the pill.

These were all Feng Qingchen could do. The most difficult thing was that Dong Ling Zi Luo had lost too much blood and was in urgent need of blood replenishment. The fastest way to replenish blood was blood transfusion, but she had no blood to give him.

Since there was no blood in stock, they had to draw it from a living person, but she was the only living person here.

Feng Qingchen stretched out his left hand helplessly.

"I have worked so hard and endured so much fear to get to this point. I really don't want to give up now. I might as well do a little more. I can't let all my previous efforts go to waste just because of this last step. Not only do you disagree, I also disagree.

O-type blood, right? Dong Ling Zi Luo, you are so lucky. It seems that God will not take you away. I am lucky to have O-type blood. You are lucky. "

Feng Qingchen climbed onto the bed in a bad mood and sat on the left side of Dong Ling Ziluo. She didn't have time to waste so she drew blood into the blood bag and gave it directly to Dong Ling Ziluo.

The left hands of the two were placed side by side, and a transparent tube connected their hands. Blood-red liquid flowed out of Feng Qingchen's body and slowly flowed into Dong Ling Ziluo's body.

Lying on the bed, Feng Qingchen found that he was really tired. His mind was extremely tense, which made his body doubly tired. If he relaxed a little at this time, Feng Qingchen would be too tired to move.

call……

Feng Qingchen pinched her face to remind herself to cheer up, as it was not time to rest yet.

However, although she couldn't sleep, she could close her eyes and rest, while estimating how much blood had been drawn.

She didn't want to save Dongling Ziluo but fall down herself.

Logically, her body would not be affected by drawing 400cc of blood, but in Dong Ling Ziluo's case, 400cc of blood was far from enough, and another 400cc would be enough.

However, Feng Qingchen would not draw 800cc of blood from her body at once. She couldn't lose her life, which she had saved with great difficulty, because of Dong Ling Ziluo.

Feng Qingchen calculated silently that her body should be able to withstand 600cc of blood, although she would be a little weak. However, there was nothing that could be done about it.

Dong Ling Zi Luo's situation did not allow her to think too much about herself.

Feng Qingchen closed his eyes and began to calculate the time...

Feng Qingchen had just closed his eyes when Dong Ling Ziluo opened them and looked up at the ceiling of the bed. There was a moment of emptiness in Dong Ling Ziluo's eyes.

His body's instinctive alertness made him realize that there was someone beside him before he could figure out his situation.

Dong Ling Ziluo was startled and immediately came to his senses. He wanted to get up, but found that his body was completely out of control and he couldn't move at all.

Something happened!

Dong Ling Zi Luo looked sideways, his eyes fixed, his mouth opened, he wanted to speak but couldn't say anything...

Feng Qingchen?

How come she's in my **?

It’s a done deal!

Forced marriage?

This thought flashed through Dong Ling Zi Luo's mind, and the murderous intent flashed across his mind...