She was anxious and rushed all the way without stopping. She was exhausted to the bone, but when she saw him lying on the operating table with a pale and joyful smile facing her, she suddenly felt that her fatigue was gone, and she quickly went up to hold his hand.
She held his hand, intertwined her fingers, looked into his eyes, which were red, and said softly: "I'm coming!"
He nodded slightly, unable to hide the joy and longing in his eyes. This was the moment when he was most awake since he was injured.
He knew she would come.
All the uneasiness and worries disappeared, no matter what, it was enough for him to see her.
After staring for a moment, he slowly closed his eyes.
Brother Yuan had already injected anesthesia into the infusion tube while they were talking and looking at each other.
Yuan Qingling took a breath, calmed down her mind, adjusted her emotions, and put herself into a very professional state.
The chief surgeon was Brother Yuan, assisted by Yuan Qingling and Fang Wu. After inserting the oxygen, it started.
Without the aid of instruments, everything had to be done with the naked eye. This did not faze Brother Yuan. He held the scalpel and cut open the skin and flesh on his chest. The moment blood came out, everyone watching was frightened.
Everyone held their breath, not even daring to breathe out, for fear of alarming Brother Yuan, who would strike the wrong place with his knife, which would be really fatal.
But they didn't dare to show off, but they heard Brother Yuan suddenly tease him, "My brother-in-law has pretty good chest muscles. Doesn't he exercise less?"
His voice seemed particularly abrupt in the operating room, and everyone's hearts were in suspense. They almost wanted to drag him out and give him a blow. He was holding a knife and opening the prince's chest, and he was joking?
I thought the Crown Princess would scold him, but unexpectedly, the Crown Princess actually answered, "He is a martial arts practitioner and has good chest and abdominal muscles."
"Well, it's just that he has suffered a lot of injuries. Looking at the mottled scars on his body, he is really pitiful!"
"Most of them are scars left when going to the battlefield, and some are from assassinations. Fortunately, there were no near misses before!" Yuanqing Lingyun said softly, she was comforting herself, there would be a surprise this time too.
No risk.
Brother Yuan grunted, and a stream of blood splashed from his eyes, "Hemostatic forceps!"
Yuan Qingling handed it over, and Fang Wu wiped the blood from his forehead with a towel. The expressions of the three of them were unusually calm.
However, several mobile blood banks nearby almost collapsed to the ground in fear.
The operation was carried out in an orderly manner. After opening the chest, everything was as Brother Yuan had guessed. The ribs were broken and the lungs were punctured. There was necrotic tissue in the right lung lobe that needed to be removed and could not be repaired.
The amount of bleeding was still quite large, so a blood transfusion was needed. Fang Wu came over to extract the blood and put it into Yu Wenhao's body.
Yuan Qingling was not afraid at all. She thought she would be nervous along the way, but she was not. Her brother was here and relieved her of a lot of pressure.
The operation lasted for two hours. It was not particularly fast, but it was not bad. After all, it was completed without the assistance of any equipment.
The last stitches were done by Yuan Qingling. Brother Yuan listened to the cardiopulmonary function and extended his hand to her with an OK gesture.