Lei Ting was lying on the operating table unconsciously, his handsome face was exposed under the shadowless lamp, and his bronze-colored skin appeared extremely pale. His pupils were dilated, his limbs were cold, and he had no breathing through his nose, as if he was already a dead person.
Nurses and assistants nervously prepare surgical instruments. In the void where no one can see, a row of bright red numbers kept beating—1 minute, 58 seconds, 56 seconds, 40 seconds...
If it is an ordinary surgeon, in the face of patients losing their lives every second, the huge pressure may cause their hands and feet to become weak, and they will not even be able to hold a scalpel. But Han Zhuoyu is just the opposite. The greater the pressure, the greater the motivation. The beating of the timer will only urge him to go faster, faster, steady, steady!
"Don't be afraid, I'm here!" Putting on his gloves, he placed an extremely gentle kiss on the man's already cold forehead, and he ordered in a deep voice, "Inject glue j□j! Activate the autologous blood recycling machine!"
The moment the voice fell, the timer had jumped to the end, and the bright red 00:00:00 was eye-catching. However, the young man's attitude was extremely calm, and he picked up the scalpel to open his chest.
The nurse immediately injected j□j into the patient's body, and the blood pressure rose to 30, 35, 40... and it continued to rise.
The stationary timer suddenly jumped to a number—00:05:39.
Five minutes back from death, but still not enough! Because the numbers are regressing at a rapid pace.
Two autologous blood recovery machines started to operate, continuously drawing blood from the injured, filtering out red blood cells and transfusing them back.
The reverse timer went up again, 10 minutes, 15 minutes, 20 minutes, enough.
Han Zhuoyu immediately cut open the skin of the man's chest, and found the heart hidden under the layers of texture. The heart was beating weakly, and a 10-centimeter-long opening was opened in the left ventricle. The blood inside had already flowed out, like a punctured balloon, completely losing its tension. The chest cavity was full of blood, roughly estimated to be 1500 milliliters, more than 30% of the total blood volume of the human body. This data means death!
The timer started counting down frantically again. Han Zhuoyu cleared out the pleural effusion as quickly as possible to stop the bleeding in the heart. The blood pressure slowly rises to 60, and the wound must be sutured before it rises to 100.
The nurse and the assistant had big drops of cold sweat on their foreheads, their expressions were solemn, but there was no fighting spirit in their eyes. In their view, this is just a futile struggle. No one can suture such a hideous wound in just five minutes, not to mention that the sutured object is not ordinary flesh, but the most fragile heart of the human body. Every stitch, every closure has to be perfect, and fast enough.
No one can do it unless God is possessed.
Han Zhuoyu doesn't need God, he only believes in himself. Glancing at the timer projected by 9527 in the void, he quickly and steadily dropped the first stitch, second stitch, and third stitch... In a minute and a half, the first stitch was completed, and with each stitch he made , the frantically reversing timer jumped up.
In three minutes, the second reinforcement suture was quickly completed under the horrified gaze of the assistants. The suppressed heart slowly filled, the weak beating became stronger and stronger, and the blood pressure slowly rose to 80.
Alive, the dead are alive!
The number on the timer stopped falling, twisted twice, and gradually dissipated into the air. This shows that the man is temporarily out of danger.
Han Zhuoyu didn't show any unnecessary expression, but his tense heartstrings were loosened. He tilted his head to signal the nurse to wipe his sweat, and then continued to treat other wounds.
Outside the operating room, Qu Jing sat with his chest folded, his eyes slightly closed.
Lei Xu paced back and forth, his frowning revealed his anxiety.
Worried victims and reporters were stopped ten meters away by bodyguards, and could only stare at it frequently.
The phone rang, and Lei Xu answered the phone. Guo Yinghe's hoarse voice came from the other end, "What's the matter? Have you come out? It's been three hours and there is still no result? No, I don't worry about handing over my son to him." Han Zhuoyu! No matter how talented he is, he can still catch up with Qu Jing? You go and call him out! Let Qu Jing come! If something happens to my son, he will never even think of stepping into Lei's house! Xiaochen will never recognize him!"
His attitude became more and more hysterical, and Guo Yinghe was obviously going crazy.
Lei's father kept patting his wife's back, trying to calm her down.
"Mom, the operation is halfway through, how can it be possible to change the surgeon? Please trust Xiaoyu, he can do it." Lei Xu's voice was very tired.
"He stole my son's heart, and now he still wants his life! I can't believe him! Change, change immediately! Is Qu Jing by your side? I want to talk to Qu Jing!" Guo Yinghe shouted. In any case, she could not give her son's life to a young man in his early twenties who had never made a name for himself on the operating table.
"Mom, calm down..." Lei Xu tried to persuade him again, but the lights in the operating room went out, and Han Zhuoyu walked out quickly, taking off his surgical cap and mask. His hair was already wet with sweat, and strands of it stuck to his scalp and cheeks. He looked very embarrassed, but his eyes were extremely calm.
"How was the operation?" Lei Xu asked anxiously.
Mother Guo on the other end of the phone quieted down instantly.
"The operation was successful, but it was only temporarily out of danger. Immediately transfer him to a large hospital and prepare an ICU ward, 10 units of coagulation factor and at least 20,000 ml of type O blood. The action must be fast." Han Zhuoyu delivered in an orderly manner instruction.
"Okay, I'll ask someone to prepare it right away." Lei Xu nodded repeatedly, and said into the microphone, "Mom, did you hear that? The operation was successful, and my brother's life is not in danger for the time being. I have something to do, and I will give it to you later." call back."
Guo Yinghe was holding the beeping mobile phone, his body limp.
Lei's father hurriedly helped his wife to sit up, and asked anxiously, "How did it turn out?"
"The operation was successful, and there is no danger to life for the time being." Guo Yinghe realized that he forgot to breathe, and his chest hurt from holding back.
Father Lei showed an expression of both joy and fear. Qu Jing said he couldn't do this operation, Father Lei believed it. Qu Jing is very proud, but never jokes about the patient's life. If he can't even do the first cut in country c, where can he find someone to save his son at such a critical moment? Fortunately, Han Zhuoyu followed his son inseparably. Fortunately, he had superb medical skills. He is indeed the lucky star of the Lei family!
The idea of separating the two of them no matter what before was shaken.
"How is Lei Ting?" Mr. Lei stood at the stairs with a cane on his back, with a serious expression on his face. The heart is broken, can it be saved? Moreover, the chief surgeon was a yellow-haired boy in his early twenties who hadn't been on the operating table a few times. He had to be mentally prepared to send a white-haired man to a black-haired man.
"The operation was successful." Father Lei stepped forward and supported the crumbling old man.
"Successful? Really successful?" Mr. Lei grabbed his wrist and repeatedly confirmed.
"Successful." Father Lei nodded vigorously.
The father and son supported each other and sat down. Guo Yinghe was about to pour a cup of hot water for his father-in-law when the phone rang again. When he picked it up, his expression changed.
"Xiaoyu? Is it Lei Ting..." The attitude was very different from the previous indifference and disgust. Mother Guo was very grateful to the young man, but she was afraid of hearing bad news from him. She gripped the phone case tightly, her knuckles turning white.
"It's okay, we are preparing to transfer him to another hospital. Please don't tell Xiaochen about this for now, okay? Tell him in person when we come back." The young man's tone was very steady, without any panic or anxiety.
His calmness gave Guo Mu great comfort. As his son's lover, he is not in a hurry. Presumably his son will be fine, right? Thinking of this, Guo's mother's heart that was about to burst felt a lot better. She nodded and promised, "Okay, I won't tell him. Tell him when the two of you come back. Dad is such a hero, he will be very proud !"
At this moment, Guo's mother accepted this male daughter-in-law from the bottom of her heart. It's not ashamed to lose face, what does it matter if you have children? As long as my son is happy and healthy, that's fine! And Xiaoyu is really nice, he can still take care of his grandson's mood at such a hectic moment. Although still very young, he is a qualified father and a qualified partner. With her son and grandson in his hands, she has nothing to worry about.
On the other side, Lei Xu immediately contacted the hospital with the best medical facilities and the nearest hospital. Now that most parts of the country are in a blood shortage, blood coagulation factors and blood cannot be obtained for a while, so they can only be transferred from areas with sufficient stocks, which will take a little time.
As the helicopter lifted off slowly, Lei Xu watched his younger brother go away, but he remained in the disaster area to stabilize the situation. It's not that he doesn't worry, but in his position, sometimes he has to give up his family to protect everyone.
"Quickly, ask which hospital Lei Ting is in, I'm going to see him!" Mr. Lei drank hot water, and finally warmed up his cold heart, and shouted loudly.
"I'll ask." Guo's mother immediately called her eldest son, entrusted her grandson to a full-time school, and hurriedly booked the nearest air ticket.
The helicopter rushed to the People's Hospital of City D at the fastest speed, and Han Zhuoyu held Lei Ting's hand the whole time, silently. Qu Jing was very worried about his mental state, but seeing his exceptionally clear eyes, he knew that he was not overwhelmed by this disaster at all. The timid boy who shrank back into his shell after a little stimulation had grown up enough to withstand the baptism of the storm.
"Are the coagulation factors and blood ready?" Han Zhuoyu asked in a deep voice as he assisted the nurse in pushing his unconscious lover into the ICU ward and connecting various instruments.
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"Ready." The nurse nodded quickly.
"Inject immediately, transfuse blood, and act quickly." Han Zhuoyu leaned over to check his lover's pupils.
Due to the special status of the patient, the nurse did not dare to neglect in the slightest, and completed the doctor's instructions as quickly as possible.
The drainage tube inserted in the chest cavity was still dripping blood, and more and more, the injection of blood coagulation factors did not work, the whole body was still bleeding diffusely, and the skin turned purple.
Han Zhuoyu exited the ward, looked at his dying lover through the glass window, and the fear suppressed in the bottom of his heart slowly came out. Lei Ting was not afraid when he was buried under the rubble, nor was he afraid when he was lying on the operating table, because he knew what he could do for him to save his life.
However, right now he was really scared, because what he could do had already been done, and the rest could only be arranged by fate.
Rely on fate, to put it bluntly, there are only four words - powerless. This feeling sucks!