After a rough inspection, Huangfu Lin's condition was serious. The bullet was embedded in his brain. If it was not taken out immediately, there would be many dangers.
Song Gang also checked over there. Although the shot hit his vest, it did not damage his heart, so his condition was much better than Huangfu Lin's.
Song Gang was handed over to other surgeons in the hospital, and he performed the surgery on Huangfu Lin himself.
However, when he actually entered the operating room and looked at the motionless person lying on the bed with a pale face, Frank's hand holding the scalpel trembled.
He has performed surgeries on countless people. When Huangfu Lin was shot in Paris, he also removed the bullet. However, the situation was different. At that time, he was only shot in the arm, and the shrapnel was not deeply embedded. When he removed the bullet,
He was still awake and could even joke with himself, but this time, it was his brain, and if he was not careful, he would be in danger.
In life and death, Frank never thought that a person so strong, so indifferent, and indifferent to anything would one day lie in front of him with a pale face.
The assistant doctor next to him obviously saw this scene and reminded, "Doctor Frank, if we don't do the operation, the patient may be in even greater danger."
Frank's body trembled, yes, if he was delayed for a second, Huangfu Lin would be in danger.
Why don't you dare to take the knife?
He is the best surgeon in the world, and the life of his best friend is in his hands.
With your own abilities, you will definitely be able to cure him.
After gathering his mind and calming his impetuous heart, Frank concentrated on the operation, and with the help of his assistants, he performed the operation in an orderly manner.
Carefully open the skull, and then use the tweezers handed over by the assistant to carefully remove the bullet hidden in the skull. However, he saw that the bullet had embedded a nest in the skull. The bullet had been taken out, but there was still swelling around the nest.
A wisp of black.
It was the core left by the bullet. Although it was only a small fragment no thicker than a hair, Frank was helpless.
The place where the bullet was hit is close to the brain. If it were somewhere else, it could be cleaned carefully, but that's the brain.
No matter how skilled the doctor is, he would not dare to clean the tiny fragments inside the skull.
Frank stared at the fragments that could not be seen without looking carefully, and stood there in a daze.
The assistant next to him obviously saw the fragment through the instrument next to him, but as Frank hesitated, no one in this world dared to risk disturbing the brain nerves and rashly touch the fragment.
A single move can affect the whole body, and as long as there is a slight disturbance in the nerves of the brain, the price paid is life.
And that tiny fragment happens to be embedded in the nerves of the brain.
Even though Frank was a top surgeon, he didn't dare to do it.
"Dr. Frank, please sew it up quickly, the anesthesia won't last long."
Hearing the assistant's reminder, Frank quickly applied medicine and sutured.
He warned his assistant, "Don't tell anyone about this, especially the patient."
The assistants looked at each other, then nodded.
Several hours had passed since the entire operation last night. During the entire process, Frank's body and mind were united, focusing on the operation in front of him without making any mistakes. Both mental and physical energy had been exhausted.