When Xu Yun rushed into the city gate with the unconscious Di Cheng on his back, the atmosphere in the base became tense again. The running figure, the rapid shouting, Di Cheng's pale face, weak breath, and the shocking knife handle on his back,
Let everyone's hearts clench tightly.
After receiving the news, Chang Sun Qianwen led the directors of various departments of the emergency center to gather in the operating room. After Di Cheng was placed on the operating table, busy examinations and discussions were held directly in the operating room.
Xu Yun and other anxious brothers were forced out of the operating room.
Separated by a door, inside is a cold operating table and busy operations. Outside is a narrow aisle and anxious people.
Xu Yun and others were exhausted, but they ignored their fatigue and hunger at this moment and stood restlessly in front of the operating room. Even Yu Xiaotian, Dahan and others, who were wrapped in bandages and hung with hanging bottles, also rushed after getting the news.
Come here, you don’t need to ask too many questions, you can understand the seriousness of the situation just by looking at the situation in front of you.
The atmosphere in the corridor is tense and depressing,
No one was in the mood to ask about the situation of the war at that time, nor was he in the mood to celebrate Shalang's return.
Wait!! Just wait! Just wait!
But……
After the red light in the operating room came on and the door was locked, there was no movement.
One hour passed, two hours passed... five hours... ten hours... twenty hours...
The sound of clicking clocks echoed in the corridor, beating everyone's hearts, increasing the tension and depression in the atmosphere, and challenging their ability to bear it.
In the end, no one was standing in the corridor. They were all sitting on the ground in various postures. Their fatigue and weakness could not be concealed. During this period, many people came over to bring food and drinks, and some came to comfort them. Even Yang
Jing scolded them sternly, wanting everyone to go back and rest, but they, who had always obeyed discipline, chose to continue waiting, staring at the closed door with their bloodshot eyes.
They all knew that Di Cheng's injuries would inevitably worsen again, especially after a long bumpy ride.
No matter how careful he was on the road, it was impossible to say that he was absolutely 'not moving'. The blade of the knife probably touched the internal organs many times, otherwise Di Cheng's breathing would not have been so weak that it was inaudible.
They believed in Di Cheng's tenacious vitality and their eldest grandson Qianwen Hua Tuo's superb medical skills, but they still couldn't let go of their high spirits. If they didn't get the news that Di Cheng was out of danger, how could they sleep peacefully? How could they?
Eat that mouthful of rice?
They waited patiently, they prayed silently, and stared blankly at the closed door.
In this atmosphere, every minute and every second is longer than a normal day, and every hour is a torment.
until……
At nine o'clock the next night, exactly thirty-one hours later, the closed door finally opened.
The sound of clicking sounded like thunder in the corridor, and everyone jumped up like an electric shock. However, due to squatting for a long time, almost everyone's lower limbs were numb and stiff. If they suddenly stood up forcefully, the result would naturally be... a film.
Suddenly, the corridor was in chaos, and there were screams and roars, but everyone's eyes were filled with tension and expectation, looking straight at the doctors and nurses who hurried out, and the doctor who was quickly pushed out
stretcher trolley.
"Get out of the way!!" The doctors, regardless of their hierarchy, shouted loudly while pushing the stretcher cart.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Stick them to the wall." Yang Jing and the others jumped up in a hurry and pressed themselves against the wall. They looked like they didn't have the usual majesty and magnanimity.
"Eldest grandson, how is the situation??" After watching the stretcher truck leave, Annie quickly greeted her eldest grandson Qianwen who came out.
Changsun Qianwen's face was also full of exhaustion, his eyes were bloodshot, and the confidence and smile of the past were no longer there. He waved his hand tiredly: "Seventy-two hours, observe closely."
A 'seventy-two hours', a 'close observation', and Zhang Sun Qianwen's slightly frowned brows made everyone's hearts relax again.
"Has your heart been hurt?" Yang Jing asked eagerly.
"It's much better than Chen Hu's condition." Changsun Qianwen simply replied. He moved his stiff and tired body a little, looked at the crowd in the corridor, and said helplessly: "This is a hospital, not a gathering.
I can understand your feelings, but this method... besides hindering the normal work of doctors and nurses, what else can it do?"
Sensing the slight anger in Changsun Qianwen's tone, Yang Jing immediately yelled at the brothers behind him: "Did you hear that? Get back here. Those who need to rest should rest, those who need to recuperate, and those who should eat should eat."
, don’t cause trouble here. When Brother Cheng wakes up, I will inform you one by one. Hurry up, hurry up, don’t* let me beat anyone."
Xu Yun and others were still hesitant, but Yang Jing roared angrily: "Heiwu troops, blast them out!!"
"Uh..." Everyone looked at each other and reluctantly left the corridor, looking back three times a little funny.
"Keep your voice down, this is a hospital, not a martial arts arena." Changsun Qianwen patted his buzzing ears, shook his head helplessly, and walked to the special care ward.
"Changsun, please tell me how injured Brother Cheng is? How long will it take to wake up?" Yang Jing still refused to give up.
"Three days to ten days, it depends on the situation, maybe longer, maybe very soon." Changsun Qianwen was indeed tired. After replying a few words casually, he asked Annie: "I heard that Gao Sen's injury is also serious? Has the operation been completed?
"
"Gao Sen suffered both flesh injuries and excessive blood loss. The operation was completed fifteen hours ago. You don't need to go there, I have arranged everything." Annie understood what Changsun Qianwen meant. He was worried about the Imperial Soul Team causing trouble.
Emotionally, it was strange that Tianmen only cared about Dicheng and ignored their benefactors.
"Lao Yang, be kind to the Imperial Soul Team, and don't follow me. You can't help here. There are many things that need to be dealt with in the base now." After Changsun Qianwen finished speaking, he directly entered the special care ward and then checked into the room.
The door was closed, and even Annie and Yang Jing were blocked outside.
Yang Jing and Annie hurriedly stopped, looked at the door close to their noses, were obviously stunned for a moment, smiled bitterly, and had to step back.
"I'm tired, so I'm bound to have a temper." Annie explained for her eldest grandson. This was the first time she had seen her eldest grandson Qianwen behave like this. It's no wonder that Di Cheng was different from Chen Hu. Mistakes were absolutely not tolerated, otherwise if something happened
If there is any problem, even if it is a minor problem, the whole base will point its finger at him, and... Changsun Qianwen's own dream and the bet he made in Tianmen have come to an end.
It is completely conceivable how much pressure Changsun Qianwen endured during the more than thirty hours of surgery.
It is even more conceivable how dangerous Di Cheng's injuries were.
"Understood." Yang Jing wanted to see the scene in the special care ward through the glass, but the curtains inside were pulled tightly, and he could not see clearly what was going on inside. "I will handle the affairs of the base. You stay here during this period.
, stay with Brother Cheng."
"Don't be too tired. Let me know if you have anything." Anne didn't refuse.
"Okay, don't worry." Yang Jing gathered his energy, turned around and left quickly.
The atmosphere at the base did not ease after Di Cheng's surgery was completed. Instead, it became more tense because of Chang Sun Qianwen's words of "seventy-two hours." Although Xu Yun and others were sent back to the dormitory, their hearts were still tight.
I was worried about it, and sent people to the hospital from time to time to inquire about the news, hoping to get some better news. I was also very afraid that the so-called "seventy-two hours" would continue to be postponed due to some unexpected circumstances.
With Chen Hu's precedent, they were really worried that Di Cheng would be in the same situation.
If we were at home, the situation might be barely acceptable, but this is Outer Mongolia, a royal battlefield. We may face bloody battles at any time, accidents may occur at any time, and the medical conditions are also very poor. If we really fall into a permanent coma, how serious will it be?
chance to wake up.
And...when people are nervous, worried, or waiting for a long time, they will inevitably have random thoughts, and they will think a lot.
Some people's attention slowly turned to their allies in the base - the Imperial Soul Team!!
Today, Tianmen is seriously injured, even Di Chengdu is in a coma and seriously injured. Even though Fang Zhongshou's return has made many people feel relieved, Yuwen Huangxue... his character and intentions are unpredictable, who can see through him??
The base and the eight tribesmen have suffered enough. They really can't stand the pain anymore, especially now! So... the tension began to show weirdness, and as time went on, weird emotions
Progress from obscurity to clarity.
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