As soon as he entered the emergency room, he heard a long beep from the instrument.
Looking at the beating heart rate line on the instrument, it has changed from a wave to a straight line.
The expressions of several assistant doctors next to him changed, and they quickly took the defibrillator, ready to give electric shock first aid again.
Huo Yao glanced at the instrument, stopped the actions of the doctors, took out the silver needles, and quickly pierced the life and death points on his heart.
Seeing this, several medical assistants couldn't help but startled.
One of the doctors came back to his senses, he looked at the dean, "Dean, this man..."
The dean's gaze followed Huo Yao's movements. He had also been in contact with some Chinese medicine practitioners, so he paused and said, "Let her rescue him."
Although he couldn't understand the little girl's actions, the person who made Director Huo insist on waiting, probably wouldn't act recklessly.
When the assistant doctor heard this, he couldn't say anything more.
To be honest, he really didn't believe that a person who had suffered a cardiac arrest could be revived with just a few thin needles. If this was all possible, then why would they need these instruments and equipment
Just as this idea came into being, the next second, the heart rate on the computer next to him, which was already in a straight line, began to fluctuate slowly again.
The assistant doctor's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.
Although it was very weak, it did bounce again without being rescued by their instruments.
this…
Huo Yao didn't take off the silver needles, but checked Huo Jingfeng's wound, felt his pulse, and then stood up straight.
Sure enough, the situation is not optimistic, but this shot is not as fatal as the one shot by the third brother last year, and there is still a chance of salvation.
Huo Yao breathed a sigh of relief, took off his coat, and said fluently in English: "I'll be the surgeon to retrieve the bullets, please get ready to transfuse the patient."
The dean has recovered from the shock, and said with a wry smile: "There is no more blood."
Huo Yao paused with his gloved hand, raised his head and looked at the dean, "No blood?"
"Yes." The dean nodded, his eyes fell on the only blood bag that had bottomed out, and he said slowly: "Master Feng's blood type is the A3 subtype of acquired genetic mutation, and there is only one in the world. "
They had collected blood samples from all over the world earlier, but none of them were the same as the Huo family's master. Therefore, a long time ago, the dean asked him to store his own blood regularly.
It's just that the master of the Huo family refused to store his own blood for some unknown reason, so their blood bank only had the last pack left before.
This pack has just run out now.
Huo Yao also saw the empty blood bag next to him, and frowned tightly.
Blood is the source of life that supplies the body. If the blood is not supplied in time, even if she uses acupuncture to keep her uncle alive, she will die due to lack of blood.
Huo Yao curled up his fingers, and didn't care too much at this time, so he took an unopened syringe next to him and drew out half a tube of blood, "I'm his niece, you take my blood now Test to see if it matches."
The dean took the syringe. Although he felt that the chance of a match was extremely small, he could only try it at this time, "Okay, wait for me for a few minutes, and I will make a matching result as soon as possible."
Huo Yao nodded, "It's troublesome."
The dean didn't delay any longer, and quickly walked out of the emergency room.
Huo Yao's eyes were fixed, and he looked at the uncle on the bed, now he only hoped that her blood could fuse.
(end of this chapter)