Xi Yue didn't hesitate at all, and took the child without even wiping her hands.
Slowly gathering subtle water spirit power in his hands, he began to press on the child's heart.
The child is too young and too fragile to use silver needles, so she can only use heart massage, hoping he can get over it.
After pressing for about a minute, the child's legs and feet suddenly bounced and made a wah-wah cry.
The cry was extremely loud, not like a tender newborn baby at all.
The entire operating room suddenly became lively, everyone was delighted and excited, and Bai Yingfan, who was suddenly promoted to father, was at a loss and panicked.
Even Lin Peiyun, who was originally in a coma, woke up and said in a choked voice, "My child, I heard the cry of the child, is my child still alive?"
Bai Yingfan quickly carried the child in front of Lin Peiyun, and said in a hoarse voice, "Look, Yun'er, this is our child. He survived and is very healthy."
Lin Peiyun looked at the child's eyes full of tenderness and joy, and reached out her hand to touch the child's tender face.
However, suddenly her face turned pale, and she fell into a coma again, and a large amount of blood began to flow out from under her body.
Everyone in the operating room fell into panic, and the only one who was calm was Xi Yue.
She had already predicted this possible outcome when she was diagnosing Lin Peiyun.
Dozens of silver needles quickly plunged into Lin Peiyun's various acupoints. Although there was no way to get her out of danger, the blood stopped temporarily.
Xi Yue looked at Wu Shuqin at the side, and said in a deep voice, "Hang up the prepared blood bag and start transfusing the patient."
Wu Shuqin is An Lingyuan's wife and a second-level doctor. Before entering the operating room, Xi Yue explained the process and method of blood transfusion to her.
At this moment, she came back to her senses suddenly, hung up the prepared blood packs quickly, and injected them into Lin Peiyun's body through the thin cortical tube.
As the blood entered her body, Lin Peiyun's pale and bluish complexion gradually improved.
Wu Shuqin said happily: "Blood transfusion is useful, it really is! Madam Bai's complexion has improved!"
Xi Yue looked back at the incision on Lin Peiyun's body that hadn't been stitched up. This time, the hemorrhage was caused by the tearing of the placenta. She had to sew up the wound first.
"The spar is not bright enough." Xi Yue frowned.
Bai Yingfan reacted very quickly, quickly took a few crystals, and he didn't need to be pretentious, he directly held them on a high place with his hands.
Xi Yue didn't bother him either, and his men moved quickly, finding the wounds and stitching them up one by one with special gut.
After the wound was sutured to stop the bleeding and supplemented with blood transfusion, Lin Peiyun's face became more and more rosy, and her breathing became steady and solid.
When Xi Yue sewed up the skin and shortened the last knot, she breathed a sigh of relief: "The suturing is over, and the caesarean section is successful."
Everyone in the operating room breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the words, and their faces showed joy.
At this moment, everyone including Bai Yingfan looked at Xi Yue with admiration and awe.
This is a young man with uncanny medical skills. This is a young man who can compete with King Yama for his life. They have never seen such a doctor before.
"Master Xi, my wife... is Yun'er really okay?" Bai Yingfan gently stroked his wife's rosy cheeks, looked at Xi Yue with hope and joy, and asked cautiously.