Feng Qingchen's eyes were as red as blood, but she was calm as usual, with a firm light shining in her eyes. She was half-kneeling on the ground, and she was not at all embarrassed even though she was covered in blood.
Feng Qingchen lowered his head and glanced at the veins in his hands, and made a decision: "There is no perfect path for everyone. I, Feng Qingchen, don't believe in this evil today. Isn't it just suturing eversion? I can do it by myself."
Without thinking, Feng Qingchen pulled off his mask, lowered his head, and opened his mouth to bite the blood vessel, ignoring the pungent smell of blood. He leaned his left face against Dongling Ziluo's leg, motionless.
The mouth was full of the taste of blood, but Feng Qingchen didn't even move his teeth, maintaining the strength of neither tightening nor loosening.
If it is too tight, the blood vessels will rupture; if it is too loose, it cannot be fixed. This strength is extremely difficult to control, and even more difficult is to maintain this strength unchanged.
In just five seconds, Feng Qingchen felt that his mouth was sore. He either wanted to use more force or wanted to let go.
Feng Qingchen exhaled through his nose and held it back.
Quick, she must move quickly.
She can't hold on for long, and neither can Dongling Ziluo.
Doctors are people who race against death. There are winners and losers in such a game, but if you lose this time, the consequences will not be something Feng Qingchen can bear...
Feng Qingchen tilted his head, turned out the blood vessels with his left hand, took the needle and thread stuck in Dongling Ziluo's leg with his right hand, adjusted his position slightly, and started to suture the blood vessels.
He leaned sideways, tilted his head, and pressed against Dongling Ziluo's legs. This posture was extremely awkward, and the strength in his hands was not easy to control. In addition, Feng Qingchen was biting the blood vessel and could not move around.
It’s so uncomfortable.
It only lasted twenty seconds, but Feng Qingchen was extremely sore...
Hold on, hold on, there's still half a circle left.
The right hand was quickly removed. At this time, the advantage of emergency trauma treatment on the battlefield became apparent.
Her speed is far beyond what ordinary surgeons can match.
Thread and needle shuttle back and forth...
squeak!
Last stitch, take up the thread.
In less than thirty seconds, one person successfully sutured the artery.
Although the process does not meet the procedural requirements, it is a special matter.
"Successful." Feng Qingchen wanted to jump up happily.
If you do this step well, half the battle will be won.
"Beyond normal levels."
Sure enough, human potential is unlimited. She had never dared before that one person could complete the artery suturing operation, but at the critical moment of life and death, she was forced to do nothing.
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 extremely sore, but Feng Qingchen had no time to pay attention to it. After suturing the blood vessels, Feng Qingchen raised Dongling Ziluo's legs, moved the other end of the wound to her front, cut it open with a knife, and cut it open.
Two very thin blood vessels were found.
"It's too thin. The method just now won't work. It seems that the only way is to use a microscope."
The microscope is specially used to suture small blood vessels. There are tools on it that can block small blood vessels, and it is only suitable for suturing small blood vessels.
But, once you take out the microscope, where do you put it?
Feng Qingchen's eyes flickered around, but he couldn't find anything useful.
With no choice, Feng Qingchen sat on the bed, stretched out his legs, and placed an iron plate on top. After making sure it was stable and balanced, Feng Qingchen placed the microscope on his legs.
After trying to move it to make sure that the microscope would not shake or move, Feng Qingchen started to take out a smaller needle and thread, lowered his head and looked at the microscope intently, and moved his hands over the blood vessels.
This is a meticulous job, and there is no room for error.
Feng Qingchen didn't dare to move her lower body. As long as she moved slightly, the microscope would shift. If the microscope moved, she would definitely miss it.
Dongling Ziluo seemed to be in a dream, and he seemed to see a woman looking at him very seriously and intently.
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, the only one who could enter her eyes.
He wanted to see the woman's face clearly, but he couldn't see it clearly. The face was blurry among the red...
Feng Qingchen's concentration made her ignore everything in the outside world.
A silver-faced man in black clothes flashed past the window, taking a panoramic view of Feng Qingchen suturing blood vessels under a microscope.
However, most of his eyes fell on Feng Qingchen. His blood-stained face looked particularly holy and beautiful because of his unusual focus 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 palace, not a place where he could stay longer, 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 that he may be tempted by her.
Enthusiasm starts with curiosity and is determined by understanding.
Lan Jiuqing didn't even know that if he had left just one second later, he would have seen Feng Qingchen put the microscope into his arm out of thin air.
Fortunately he didn't see it, otherwise he would have regarded Feng Qingchen as a witch, and would have been wary of her even if he didn't stay away from her.
…
"Successful."
The light in Feng Qingchen's eyes became even hotter.
This surgery has benefited her a lot, and she feels that her hands are more flexible.
After putting the things away, Feng Qingchen turned over and got out of bed. After the blood vessels were treated, Dongling 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 Dongling Ziluo was separated.
dangerous expectations.
She just sutured the blood vessels. Among other things, she also had to clean the wound, remove the rotten flesh from 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, exhausted both physically and mentally. She was covered in blood. Coupled with sweat, her whole body looked like she had been fished out of bloody water.
Her hands felt like they were filled with lead, they were too heavy to lift, her legs were sore, and the smell of blood in her mouth went straight into her throat, making her want to vomit.
Just because she is used to the smell of blood does not mean that she likes the smell of blood. She can drink human blood raw. You must know that she is just a doctor, not a member of the blood tribe.
Feng Qingchen wanted to pour a glass of water to clear the smell in his mouth, but found...
Except for large basins of bloody water, there is no clear water at all.
OK, I tolerate it.
Feng Qingchen didn't have time to go to the smart bag to find something that could clean the smell of blood in his mouth. Besides, it was scary to get used to this kind of thing...
When she dragged her tired body and bandaged Dongling Ziluo's wounds, she had become accustomed to the smell of blood in her mouth and completely ignored it.
Just because the wound was treated, it didn't mean that Dongling Ziluo was out of danger. He lost too much blood and his body's functions began to decline again. Feng Qingchen first gave him an infusion to replenish the nutrients and water his body needed.
He dug out a few bottles of special medicine, pried open Donglingziluo's mouth, and stuffed the pills in.
Don't worry that Dongling Ziluo won't be able to swallow it. Doctors are good at giving medicines. Even the dead man Feng Qingchen can make him "swallow" the pills, let alone fainting.
These are all things Feng Qingchen can do. The most difficult thing is that Dongling Ziluo has lost too much blood and is in urgent need of blood replenishment. The fastest way to replenish blood is blood transfusion, but where does she have the blood for him?
If there is no blood in stock, it can only be drawn from living people, but she is the only living person here.
Feng Qingchen stretched out her left hand helplessly.
"I have worked hard and fearfully to get to this point. I am really not willing to give up now. I just want to do a little more. I can't let all my efforts be wasted because of this last step. Don't say you don't agree, even I don't agree.
Blood type O, right? Dongling Ziluo, you are really lucky. It seems that God won’t accept you either. If I am to die, I have type O blood, which will give you an advantage."
Feng Qingchen climbed onto the bed angrily and sat on the left side of Dongling Ziluo. She had no time to draw blood into a blood bag and gave it directly to Dongling Ziluo.
The two left hands were placed side by side, and a transparent tube connected their hands. The blood-red liquid flowed out of Feng Qingchen's body and slowly flowed into Dongling Ziluo's body.
Lying on the bed, Feng Qingchen realized that she was really tired, and her spirit was extremely tense, which caused her body to become even more tired. If she relaxed a little at this time, Feng Qingchen was too tired to move.
call……
Feng Qingchen pinched his face and reminded himself to cheer up, it was not the time to rest yet.
However, since she couldn't sleep, she could close her eyes to rest and estimate how much blood had been drawn.
She didn't want to save Dongling Ziluo only to fall down herself.
Logically speaking, her body would not be affected by drawing 400cc of blood, but in Donglingziluo'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 one time. The life she had finally saved could not be lost because of Dongling Ziluo.
Feng Qingchen calculated silently, and her body should be able to bear 600cc of blood, even though she was a little weak, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Dongling Ziluo's situation does not allow her to think too much about herself.
Feng Qingchen closed her eyes and began to count the time...
Just as Feng Qingchen closed his eyes, Dongling Ziluo opened his eyes and looked up at the top of the bed. There was a moment of emptiness in Dongling Ziluo's eyes.
His body's instinctive alertness made him realize there was someone beside him before he could understand his situation and situation.
Dongling 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!
Dongling Ziluo looked sideways, his eyes fixed, his mouth opened, he wanted to speak but couldn't...
Feng Qingchen?
Why is she in my bed?
Cook rice from raw rice!
Forced marriage?
This thought flashed through Dongling Ziluo's mind, and his murderous intent flashed away...