Ji Qingyu's words made all the uneasiness they suppressed in their hearts surge into their hearts at this moment...
"boom--"
After trying to dodge at every turn, Ou Zexi was suddenly punched in the chest by Ji Qingyu, and fell heavily to the ground, unable to react for a moment.
"Ou Jersey!" Miao Linger exclaimed.
Seeing him fall to the ground, everyone was stunned.
Ji Qingyu didn't pause for a second, turned around and ran towards the door.
But just after he left the door, he felt a dull numb pain in his neck, and he collapsed softly.
She saw Ou Zexi, who was lying on the ground just now, standing behind her, putting away the knife and reaching out to support her fainting figure.
Ignoring the pain in his chest, Ou Zexi hugged Ji Qingyu, walked over to Miao Ling'er, "Give her a sedative, I'm afraid she will wake up."
"..."
Miao Linger was stunned for a moment. She had not yet recovered from the shock of seeing him knocked to the ground by Ji Qingyu, so she raised her head to look at him in a daze.
"Did you get hurt by her on purpose just now?"
"Otherwise, what should I do? Rui is still lying on the operating table. How can I attack his woman?"
"You bastard!"
Miao Ling'er raised her fist and hit him on the chest. Her beautiful eyes were full of anger and grievance. She bit her lip and took Ji Qingyu from Ou Zexi's stunned eyes.
Ou Zexi groaned, stretched out his hand to press his painful chest, and looked at Miao Ling'er with some surprise, who turned around to get the sedative.
Gong Shaoming walked up to him at some point, reached out and patted his shoulder, "Some people thought you were really seriously injured and were worried!"
"..."
Ou Zexi looked up at her figure disappearing at the top of the stairs, his eyes flashing.
In fact, she doesn't care as much as she shows...
After a while, Ou Zexi looked back, his eyes fell on Ji Qingyu, and his pupils shrank.
He raised his eyes and looked at Gong Shaoming, both of them couldn't help but frown, a bad premonition filled their hearts...
****
In the operating room.
The heavy breath spread silently.
"Master, the patient's blood pressure is still dropping, the electrocardiogram has begun to become disordered, and the bleeding outlet can no longer be found. I'm afraid the patient won't be able to carry it for much longer..."
Zeo glanced at the data and replied with a sullen face.
Qi Mingye's face was tense as he stared at the microscope, and he held a bipolar electrocautery forceps in his hand, moving it back and forth.
A blood vessel burst during the operation was something they never expected.
Lan Rui's physical function has deteriorated to the point where he can't even survive an operation, so they can only do their best and obey fate.
His blood pressure continued to drop, and his heartbeat almost stopped at one point, but he could not find the location of the burst blood vessel.
The abdominal cavity that had just undergone liver transplantation could not be searched vigorously, and the bleeding could not be stopped as soon as possible. He would only die...
"High pressure 60, low pressure 45, pulse 80... Master, the blood pressure has dropped below the dangerous value!" Zeo's whole body tensed up.
Qi Mingye's hand holding the instrument paused, then continued to move slowly.
When the microscope settled on a certain place, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "We found the bleeding port. Give me the surgical pad and the hemostatic forceps!"
Everyone in the operating room held their breath, and the assistant quickly handed over the hemostatic forceps and surgical pads.
As soon as Qi Mingye took the instrument, a sharp beep sounded in his ears, and he suddenly turned around.
"Master, the patient's heartbeat has stopped!"
Zeo stared at the electrocardiogram in a straight line and gritted his teeth unwillingly.
