Xi Yue did not hesitate at all, and took the child without even having time to wipe her hands.
He slowly gathered subtle water spiritual power in his hands and began to press on the child's heart.
The child was too young and too fragile to be treated with silver needles, so she could only use cardiac massage, hoping that he would recover.
After pressing for about a minute, the child's legs and feet suddenly bounced and he cried.
The cry was extremely loud, totally unlike that of a tender newborn baby.
The entire operating room suddenly became lively, everyone was happy and excited. Bai Yingfan, who had suddenly become a father, was at a loss and panicked.
Even Lin Peiyun, who was originally unconscious, woke up and choked up, "My child, I heard the child crying, is my child still alive?"
Bai Yingfan quickly carried the child to Lin Peiyun and said in a hoarse voice, "Yun'er, look, this is our child. He survived and is very healthy."
Lin Peiyun looked at the child with eyes full of tenderness and joy, and reached out her hand to touch the child's tender little face.
But suddenly her face turned pale and she fainted again, and a large amount of blood began to flow out from under her.
Everyone in the operating room was in panic, and the only one who remained calm was Xi Yue.
She had predicted this possible outcome when she diagnosed Lin Peiyun.
Dozens of silver needles were quickly inserted into Lin Peiyun's various acupuncture points. Although there was no way to save her from danger, the bleeding was temporarily stopped.
Xi Yue looked at Wu Shuqin beside her and said in a deep voice, "Hang up the prepared blood bags and start transfusing blood to the patient."
Wu Shuqin is An Lingyuan's wife and also a second-level physician. Before entering the operating room, Xi Yue had explained to her the process and method of blood transfusion.
At this moment, she suddenly came to her senses, quickly hung up all the prepared blood bags, and injected them into Lin Peiyun's body through the capillary tubes on the leather.
As the blood entered the body, Lin Peiyun's originally pale and bluish complexion gradually improved.
Wu Shuqin said happily: "The blood transfusion worked, it really worked! Madam Bai's complexion has improved!"
Xi Yue's gaze returned to the wound on Lin Peiyun's body that had not yet been sutured. This heavy bleeding was caused by the tearing of the placenta when it was detached. She had to suture the wound first.
"The crystal is not bright enough." Xi Yue frowned.
Bai Yingfan reacted very quickly. He quickly took over a few crystals and held them up high in his hands without using any rack.
Xi Yue didn't pay any attention to him. Her hands moved quickly, finding the wounds and sewing them up one by one with special catgut.
As the wound was sutured and the bleeding stopped, and blood was transfused, Lin Peiyun's complexion became more and more rosy, and her breathing became steady and firm.
When Xi Yue sutured the skin and cut the last knot, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The suturing is complete. The cesarean section was a success."
Everyone in the operating room breathed a sigh of relief and looked happy upon hearing this.
At this moment, everyone including Bai Yingfan looked at Xi Yue with eyes full of admiration and awe.
This was a young man with miraculous medical skills, a young man who could compete with the King of Hell for human lives. They had never seen such a doctor before.
"Dr. Xi, is my wife... Yun'er really okay?" Bai Yingfan gently stroked his wife's rosy cheek, looked at Xi Yue with hope and joy, and asked carefully. (To be continued)