Huo Yao took out the medicine from his pocket, poured out one, lightly crushed it into powder with his fingertips, sprinkled it evenly on Huo Yulin's wound, and then said: "You just take the bullet, and I will take care of the rest."
Seeing her actions, the dean nodded, "Okay."
When picking up the scalpel, the dean looked at the faint vital data on the equipment and sighed softly in his heart.
This operation is really difficult.
Not only him, but in the eyes of all the experts and doctors nearby, this kind of data with only one breath left will definitely not be able to pass a knife, and it still involves the chest cavity and the heart.
Huo Yao didn't go to see the experts and doctors present, took off his coat, took out a few slightly longer silver needles, matched with the dean, and stabbed them on several other acupuncture points quickly and steadily.
Only by letting the pulse qi swim and hover in the heart, and keeping it alive, can it survive this thoracic surgery.
For five full hours, the dean finally took out all the bullet fragments from Huo Yulin's chest, but the vital data displayed on the nearby equipment hardly changed.
Although it was still weak, miraculously, there was no change.
The surgery, which no one had hoped for, was a success.
After the dean sewed up the last stitch, he turned his head to look at the young girl beside him, and it would be a lie in his heart to say that he was not shocked.
It was the first time he saw the medical technique that can hang people with only a few silver needles, which has far exceeded his knowledge of acupuncture and moxibustion in traditional Chinese medicine.
Huo Yao put away the silver needle, waited for the nurse next to him to clean up Huo Yulin's sutured wound, then took out his own medicine, ground it into powder and sprinkled it on, and finally asked her to bandage the wound.
Seeing this, the dean thought that the little girl had sprinkled medicine powder before the operation, and there was little bleeding during the whole process, so he asked, "Does the medicine you applied have a hemostatic effect?"
Huo Yao's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he responded lightly, then stretched out his hand to feel his pulse, his solemn expression finally softened a little at this moment.
"Thank you everyone." Huo Yao nodded slightly to the dean and the others, and soon she walked out of the emergency room with a needle box and a coat.
Cheng Ming, who was waiting outside, saw Huo Yao coming out, and hurried over, "Miss, how is Master Lin?"
Huo Yao's footsteps were a bit vain, and his lips were bloodless. He looked at Cheng Ming, "It's all right."
Hearing this, Cheng Ming's heart that had been worrying all night finally came to fruition, "It's fine, it's fine..." Only then did he notice that Huo Yao's face was as pale as paper, "Miss, are you fine?" Bar?"
Huo Yao just spent too much energy and said: "I'm fine, I'll go back first, and I don't need to tell my brother what happened tonight."
Cheng Ming was stunned for a moment, and when he realized it, he explained a bit ashamedly: "I'm sorry, Master Lin won't let me speak."
Huo Yao waved his hand, "I know, so you also pretend that I haven't been here tonight, and you don't know the whole process."
Cheng Ming opened his mouth and was about to say something. At this moment, the nurse came out of the emergency room pushing the hospital bed. Seeing this, he hurriedly followed.
Huo Yao walked out of the hospital. It was five o'clock in the morning in the capital, and the sky had not yet dawned, and the surroundings were quiet.
As the cool wind blew, Huo Yao gathered his coat and looked at his car with a sticker and a lock at the door, his head became more and more dizzy.
The security guard at the security booth didn't know where she was. She pressed the center of her eyebrows, gave up driving home, and took out her phone from her pocket instead.
(end of this chapter)