There was chaos in the operating room. Looking at the blood spurting out, Hu San's eyes blackened and he fainted. Zhang Tong was trembling all over. Although he didn't faint, it was no different from fainting.
"Qi Yue!" Coffin Boy shouted, reaching out to hold him down.
This sound of Qi Yue brought Qi Yue back to her senses.
"Gauze!" she shouted.
Aru over there could no longer control himself at all, holding on to the equipment stand and barely holding on to his feet.
The coffin boy reached out and took a thick pile of cloth, and Qi Yue began to fill it.
"Adjust the operating table, head lower and feet higher!" she shouted.
Ah Ru, Hu San and Zhang Tong were no longer able to rely on each other. The coffin boy was not familiar with this bed, so he stood over and asked to lift it up. Liu Pucheng hurriedly stretched out his hand to shake the bed, and the movable bed board slowly rose.
"Saw..." Qi Yue stretched out her hand again.
Coffin Boy was stunned for a moment.
"What to do?" he asked.
"I want to completely split the sternum." Qi Yue said.
Coffin Boy looked at her, his eyes widened outside his mask, and his breathing became more rapid.
"You still have to split it open..." he said tremblingly.
"Yes, this is a rupture and bleeding of a branch of a large artery. There is no extracorporeal circulation technology. I need to find the bleeding location and suture it immediately...Gauze, give me gauze, pack and compress to stop the bleeding..." Qi Yue said, while keeping his hands on, piece by piece of white cloth
Stuffing it in, "Aru, blood transfusion!"
Ah Ru wanted to say yes, but was so shaken that she couldn't make a sound.
The coffin boy reached out and took it.
"How?" he shouted, looking at the device he had never seen before.
Liu Pucheng stepped forward, took the needle, connected it to the tube, and inserted it into the vein of the injured person.
As Qi Yue enlarged the incision again, the entire operating room seemed to have turned into a slaughterhouse.
There was also chaos outside, and Hu San fainted when he saw it inside. Although the blood in the chest was not so intuitively visible outside, he was still screaming in fear.
The families of the injured, who had been persuaded to wait aside, were now anxious.
"What happened? What happened?" they shouted and rushed forward.
Several disciples tried to stop them, but were pushed away.
The leading man threw himself on the partition and looked through the gap, just in time to see Qi Yue holding up a saw and pulling it on the injured man's chest.
"Kill!" The man howled and grabbed the partition with both hands.
The force was so great that the entire partition shook.
Several disciples rushed up in a hurry to stop him.
"This is an operation, it's an operation, don't be afraid." they shouted in confusion.
"Brother! Brother! I've been fooled!" Shuanzi from outside the door burst in and shouted loudly, "People said that their Qianjintang is a liar. They use people to practice... to practice their skills!"
This sentence confirmed the scene the man saw just now, and the man was immediately furious.
"Break down the door!" he shouted and rushed towards the door of the operating room.
The banging of the door shocked everyone in the operating room.
"Hold the door, we must not let them in." Qi Yue shouted.
Liu Pucheng immediately rushed over and blocked the door tightly. Aru was trembling and wanted to run over. He fell down as soon as he took a step, but he managed to crawl over.
"You can't go in. You can't go in until the operation is over." Liu Pucheng shouted loudly.
There was constant shouting and banging on the door.
When the disciples outside heard the master's shout, they all came to their senses and rushed forward with all their strength, blocking and pulling him back.
These four men were so powerful that they quickly overran a crowd of disciples. One man raised a chair and slammed it against the door.
Zhang Tong and Liu Pucheng Aru resisted with all their might.
Qi Yue seemed not to hear all this. She had already expanded the incision, removed the packing and compressing white cloth, and began to dissect the mediastinum.
The coffin boy held a siphon and sucked out the blood continuously so that she could see clearly.
There was sweat on both of their foreheads, and the clothes inside their blouses were soaked.
"Found it!" Qi Yue let out a low cry, "Left common carotid artery... vascular clamp..."
She stretched out her hand, and the coffin boy held the siphon in one hand, and accurately took the pliers in the other hand and handed them over.
"The smallest suture." Qi Yue said, reaching out again.
The needle and thread were handed over accurately, and she blinked, ignoring the pain in her eyes, and began to sew.
"There's still blood..." She murmured and stretched out her hand again.
The coffin boy handed over the thread again and watched her sewing again and again. Time and noise seemed to be cut off. At this moment, they could hear nothing except the buzzing in their ears.
The hourglass was flowing little by little in the room, and three and a half hours had passed.
The coffin boy looked away from the hourglass, and then looked at Qi Yue's hands intently, those dexterous hands flying inside the human body.
It was at this time that Old Doctor An stopped outside Qianjin Hall.
The noise almost overturned the entire yard.
Dr. An's face turned pale with fright when he heard the yelling and cursing behind him.
"Father, Qianjintang must be in trouble, let's not go in." He said hurriedly.
Doctor An was very worried.
"Hurry up and push me in!" he said with a stick.
Dr. An had no choice but to push them in. This time, no one paid attention to them, and no one laid the door panels for them. All the disciples rushed to the backyard, and the front hall was empty.
People on the street outside heard the excitement and ran in, blocking the door to the back hall. It was with great difficulty that Doctor An pushed his father in.
It was like dumplings were boiling in the yard.
The disciples were staggering around, three, two, four or five each pulling at a strong man, hugging his legs or waist. In short, no matter how hard the strong man beat him with his fists, they refused to let go.
A strong man roared like crazy, swung away the four disciples who were holding him, and slammed into the door.
Dr. An turned his head and looked away.
"What's going on?" Old Doctor An asked loudly, looking anxious.
"It's said to be murder..." some onlookers said.
This time, the door of the room was half-opened, and the man shouted and wanted to rush in. The disciples on the ground rushed forward and hugged the man's legs and feet tightly.
The man roared and kicked, but couldn't get away.
Just then the door was opened.
"Why are you shouting? Go away, the operation is over!" Liu Pucheng shouted.
This was the first time Liu Pucheng said so loudly. The noisy courtyard suddenly became quiet, and everyone who was struggling and fighting looked over.
What?
"The operation is over, and now we are in intensive care. No one is allowed to enter," Liu Pucheng said.
After he finished speaking, he turned around and looked inside.
"Xiao Qi, should we stay here or move to the next ward..." he said.
Qi Yue was walking over and looked over with eyes that were already red from sweat.
"Move... the pollution here is too serious... Teacher..." she said tiredly. Before she finished speaking, she exclaimed, stepped forward, grabbed Liu Pucheng and pulled him aside.
"Give my brother his life!" The big man finally broke free while everyone was stunned, stepped over, and hit him hard with his big fist.
Accompanied by everyone's screams, Qi Yue, who pulled Liu Pucheng, faced him head-on. Without even shouting, he fell backwards and fell into the arms of the coffin boy who followed closely behind and let out a scream and fainted.
As the night fell, the prison became even gloomier.
The moans and wails of the prisoners could be heard constantly, and the fishy smell in the air made the place even more unbearable.
The two policemen ran hurriedly, trying to catch up with the young man who was rushing ahead.
Huang Ziqiao kicked open the door of the house. Four men in the house were chained and hung on stakes. Without saying a word, Huang Ziqiao grabbed the whip beside him and beat them all over the face.
The four men let out suppressed cries of pain, but none of them begged for mercy.
Huang Ziqiao was young after all, so he quickly became tired from the beating and stopped panting. Several people in front of him were already scarred.
"If Mrs. Qi..." Huang Ziqiao gasped and shouted, but still couldn't say the word, he grabbed the whip again and whipped it hard, "You just wait to peel the skin, remove the bones, crush the bones and scatter the ashes!"
The scarred man sneered.
"Those of us who are lowly, our lives are worthless, but we never lose our lives in vain..." he said in a hoarse voice, "Kill people to pay back debts and pay back money..."
Before he could finish his words, Huang Ziqiao picked up the whip and whipped him hard again.
"You despise your lives, you despise your lives, you should go and die. Even if you die a thousand or ten thousand, you can't compare to Mrs. Qi..." He shouted, and slapped her hard, "Go to death, you all go to die, go to death."
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As the night passed and the sky became dim, there were people running slowly on the street and stopped outside Qianjin Hall.
The door of Qianjin Hall was open. Chang Chunlan held the door with tears in her eyes and took a breath before rushing in.
There were people lying on both beds in the ward, and there were disciples on each side checking something.
"...The body temperature is high... Doctor An, this person's body temperature is high..." Aru choked and turned her head from the hospital bed and said.
In front of another hospital bed, Dr. An, who was sitting in a wheelchair, turned around when he heard the sound.
"To hell with him!" Hu San said viciously from the side, "You shouldn't have kept him, just thrown him out..."
Old Doctor An glanced at him.
"Then isn't Master's hard work wasted in vain?" he said.
After saying this, he looked at the hospital bed, where Qi Yue was lying quietly. If it weren't for the two wooden boards clamped on her head for fixation and the ice pack on her forehead, everyone would have thought she was just asleep.
The woman's bright smile couldn't help but appear in front of Dr. An's eyes, which was aggressive but not disgusting. His eyes couldn't help but feel sour, and he reached out to touch his leg. Is it destined to be a doctor?
What...
He remembered what his old wife said, if you become doctors and save people's lives, then you are going against the Lord of Hell. How could the Lord of Hell spare you...
He sighed softly and pushed the wheelchair to turn around.
"Let me take a look." He said and walked over to the hospital bed over there.
Chang Chunlan held the door, crying until she fell to the ground, looking at Qi Yue on the hospital bed with hazy eyes.
The early spring sky in Beijing was still chilly. After a period of dark clouds, rain and snow fell. Chang Yuncheng walked into the barracks wrapped in a big cloak, with ice crystals already on his shoulders.
"Let's set out on the first day of April." He said, addressing the military attaches scattered in the room. "The Ministry of War has set a date."
"That's great. I've been feeling uncomfortable holding it in for a long time." A military attaché in red said with a smile.
Chang Yuncheng also smiled slightly, but the smile never reached his eyes.
"Your Majesty," came the urgent call from outside the door, "The family's carrier pigeon has arrived."
Pigeon, Chang Yuncheng was startled, then suddenly opened the curtain and went out.
After taking the mailbox from the guard and taking out a small roll of paper, Chang Yuncheng couldn't help but tremble a little.
No news is good news, then...
He took a deep breath and opened it, his face suddenly turned pale.*** (To be continued)
