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"I've already sent Xiao Sun to get the food. I'll treat you all to lunch today!"

"That's great, thank you Dr. Wang!"

"Thank you, Dr. Wang!"

"Alright, let's leave it at that. Take a break, then go and brew the medicine. It'll probably take half an hour. Eat first, then go and brew the medicine."

"Mmmmmmm!"

The four nurses nodded in agreement, since there was no rush to get it done.

Ten minutes later, Nurse Sun brought out six meals and distributed them to six people before sitting down and quickly eating.

Zhang Tianhao also started eating quickly.

Who knows if Miura inside will ask him to participate in the surgery?

However, sometimes you shouldn't think, because thinking can lead to accidents.

Zhang Tianhao had just finished eating when he saw the operating room door open and a nurse rush out, heading straight for his office.

"Xiao Sun, has Dr. Wang arrived?"

"We arrived a while ago. All the wounded outside have been treated, but two have died!"

"Two died too?"

Upon hearing this, the nurse looked down the aisle and saw that the wounded had already lined up on their own, each carrying Chinese medicine, clearly waiting to have their medicine decocted.

"Hurry up, they're waiting to save lives inside, Dr. Wang, Dr. Wang, hurry, the hospital director is waiting."

"What happened again? Why are you looking for me in such a hurry?"

Zhang Tianhao also muttered a curse under his breath, but it was just an expression of his dissatisfaction.

"Quickly, an officer inside has been shot. The surgery was only halfway through when he started bleeding heavily. We need you to go and check on him. Can you do some emergency treatment?"

"officer!"

Zhang Tianhao understood; they were looking for him, the "expert," to save the day!
He went to the rescue? How could he? He wished all those Japanese soldiers were dead.

It was an instinctive reaction, but he didn't show it. Instead, he followed the nurse directly to the operating room.

When they arrived at the operating room, they saw that there were four beds being operated on at the same time in the small operating room, and eight nurses were so busy that they could hardly touch the ground.

"Dr. Wang, come here! Lieutenant Kawashima is bleeding heavily, and it happened suddenly. Can you take a look and see if there's anything we can do to save him?"

Lieutenant Kawashima, a squad leader in the Japanese military police.

Without saying much, he ran directly to the wounded soldier and carefully examined the wound.

"Dean, during the surgery just now, how did you manage to cut an artery? This is a real problem."

"Is there any way to stop the bleeding? I need it to be quick, time is of the essence!"

Upon hearing this, Dean Miura understood why Kawashima had suddenly suffered a massive hemorrhage; this was the reason.

While pressing on the veins, Zhang Tianhao checked on Kawashima's condition; clearly, this was the first time he had encountered such an unexpected situation.

"Dean, give up. His blood pressure and heart rate are dropping rapidly. With our current conditions, we can't save him."

"How could this be? Think of something quick, really!"

Dean Miura was taken aback upon hearing this, and immediately put on a serious face with a hint of pleading, saying, "If you can save him, I will grant you one request. What do you say?"

"This is a bit difficult, but I can give it a try!"

Zhang Tianhao knew this was Miura's bottom line. After all, saving someone was no joke; it involved surgery, and the surgery was the most important thing.

Zhang Tianhao simply took the scalpel and sutures, placed his finger on the blood vessel, and began to suture it. He had temporarily pulled out the blood vessel and then sutured it in front of everyone.

Although the movements were quick, they were very steady.

About two minutes later, the blood vessel was successfully sewn shut, and Zhang Tianhao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he picked up the scalpel and continued the surgery on Kawashima.

Soon, the bullet was brought over, and a small section of his intestines was seen being pulled out.

Moreover, it was the large intestine, which dazzled Miura, who was standing to the side. He obviously did not expect Zhang Tianhao to be so quick and able to find the injury.

Then they saw Zhang Tianhao immediately begin cleaning the large intestine wound and then stitching it up.

Another half hour passed before Zhang Tianhao examined the area carefully and discovered another bleeding point, which was located on the small intestine.

Pulling out the small intestine and suturing it up—these were almost familiar steps, as familiar as ever.

An hour and a half later, looking at the closed abdomen and the neatly stitched wound, Zhang Tianhao breathed a sigh of relief and put the scalpel aside.

"Dean, the surgery is complete. Now it all depends on Lieutenant Kawashima's luck. Also, don't forget to administer the anti-inflammatory medication. Without it, there's no way to treat the infection."

"In addition, Lieutenant Kawashima cannot eat directly for at least half a month, or even a month, since he has undergone surgery on his small and large intestines, and these two areas need to be properly rested."

"Your body can't move for at least half a month. Your blood vessels have ruptured, so you need to rest at least. Otherwise, it will be quite troublesome."

He gave a few brief instructions, then turned and left the operating room, exhausted.

Meanwhile, the other three operating tables were still performing surgeries, clearly unaware that Zhang Tianhao's surgery had already been completed.

Miura watched Zhang Tianhao leave, and he too was shocked by Zhang Tianhao's surgery.

After all, the speed is fast, it's almost a race against death, a moment's delay could mean certain death here.

"Dean, Dr. Wang's medical skills are amazing!"

"Hmm, they even pulled out the blood vessels to sew them up. That's really outrageous. I never thought anyone would be this skilled."

"Alright, hurry up! Also, give me the anti-inflammatory medicine. Go get it from Nurse Liu!"

Miura also didn't really want to stay here any longer, and ended up staying for half the morning.

I checked the time; it was already 2 PM. I hadn't eaten a single bite of food and was starving.

"Oh, right, I'm heading back now. You guys need to hurry up here too!"

Seeing that Kawashima had been rushed out of the operating room, the space here was much larger and not so crowded anymore.

Dr. Miura also walked out of the operating room and came to the front consultation room, where he saw more than a dozen wounded people sitting there, drinking medicine, and some of them were even dozing off.

Have all these people had surgery?

"Yes, Dean, Dr. Wang performed surgery on them as soon as he arrived. Apart from two particularly seriously injured patients who died, the others have been treated and there are no major problems."

"Without amputation?"

"No, not a single one!"

Miura's face also darkened. Apart from the two who were dead, there were no amputations, which made him even more unsettled.

After all, some Japanese soldiers had their limbs amputated at the behest of his men; it wasn't that they didn't want to have their limbs amputated, but their abilities were limited.

Saving lives is already quite difficult, let alone surgery.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, waved to the wounded, and walked towards his office.

After all, you won't get angry if you don't look at it, but once you do, you'll be furious. (End of Chapter)