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"By the way, Xiaolan, let's prepare for the next surgery!"

Zhang Tianhao gently washed his hands, took off his sterile gloves, stood aside, picked up some breakfast, and began to eat.

Although he had eaten quite a lot this morning, he was still a little hungry.

He was constantly performing surgeries, one after another, and even he was getting tired.

"That's right, Dr. Wang, stop right now, don't go into the operating room, there's an emergency!"

Just as he was preparing for his next surgery, a nurse rushed in and shouted, "Dr. Wang, Head Nurse Zhou, Nurse Sun, hurry to the ambulance! Old Master Luo Jiawang has been assassinated and needs our emergency care."

"Old Master Luo Jiawang!"

Zhang Tianhao was taken aback when he heard this, after all, Luo Jiawang was quite famous, at least in Shanghai, where he had a good reputation and was an expert with integrity.

A mechanical expert has been assassinated; logically, there shouldn't be such a problem.

"Wasn't Grandpa Luo always working in the front lines of the factory? How could he have been assassinated?"

Before Zhang Tianhao could speak, Zhou Qiaoqiao, who was standing to the side, asked a question with some confusion.

As soon as she spoke, Zhang Tianhao and several others turned their gazes to her.

"Don't look at me, don't you know Grandpa Luo?"

"know."

"What are you waiting for? Let's go!"

"That's true!"

Without saying much, the group ran straight to the door, carrying some tools in their hands. Zhang Tianhao even temporarily put the scalpel in his hand into the toolbox.

Seeing Zhang Tianhao carrying his toolbox, Sun Xiaolan didn't say anything and followed him directly to the ambulance at the door.

As Zhang Tianhao got into the car, three nurses also boarded directly, and the car started moving, heading straight towards the west of the city.

Sitting in the ambulance, Zhang Tianhao was also thinking about Luo Jiawang, who seemed to be only about fifty years old, but whose mechanical skills were quite good.

Even Zhang Tianhao admired him.

After all, when he was still playing the role of Jingping Jiichiro, he had discussed with Luo Jiawang the issue of improving spinning machines and looms.

Later, improvements were indeed made, and the results were quite good.

"That old man!"

He thought about it and sighed. After all, this person was indeed a very good talent. He was bold and meticulous, and most importantly, he was really good at mechanical things.

Although they hadn't known each other for long, Zhang Tianhao still knew this person.

I never imagined I would be assassinated.

After all, no one would bother a tech geek for no reason, so this is likely a Japanese conspiracy.

Looking out the car window at the pedestrians and even buildings rushing by, his mood wasn't so good.

"Dr. Wang, what are you thinking about?"

"I'm wondering who could have attacked Mr. Luo so severely, and what their motive was? I can't figure it out. Mr. Luo has always been a man of few words and never quarrels with anyone. Now it seems that there's more to this than meets the eye!"

"By the way, do you know the old man?"

"I don't know him, but the old man is quite famous in the field of machinery in Shanghai."

"Oh, I see! I've heard of him before."

"Yes, Mr. Luo is a pretty good person. Who could have done such a terrible thing to him that he's now calling our hospital for help?"

"Yes, Dr. Wang, if possible, please do your best to save Old Master Luo!"

"You don't need to tell me more, I will do it anyway, it's just a matter of time." As they spoke, they arrived outside a factory in the west of the city and saw many workers waiting for them at the gate.

Zhang Tianhao opened the car door and jumped out when the car stopped.

"Where are the people? Where are the wounded?"

"Quick, quick, Mr. Luo is in the duty room!"

Someone immediately led them inside, and they soon arrived at the duty room, where they saw several workers surrounding Mr. Luo, and someone was holding his wound to prevent the blood from flowing out.

"Everyone, please put the table back together. We may need to perform surgery here. Also, all unauthorized personnel, please leave."

He stepped forward to examine Mr. Luo, then took out a silver needle and said to a worker beside him, "Brother, let go first, I'll handle this."

"But he's still bleeding, what if we can't stop the bleeding?"

"You don't need to press it anymore, pressing it will only push the bullet deeper. Just back out!"

"what!"

The worker was also taken aback, but he still obediently let go and saw a lot of blood gushing out. Unexpectedly, the bleeding was still difficult to stop.

The ground all around was already covered in blood, forming a small pool of blood.

Zhang Tianhao didn't stand on ceremony either. After examining the wound, he immediately inserted the silver needle into it.

I peeked at the bleeding, and as soon as the silver needle was inserted, the bleeding stopped in less than five seconds, and no more blood gushed out.

"Dr. Wang, it seems like the shot hit an artery. This is a bit troublesome."

At this moment, Zhou Qiaoqiao had already taken out scissors and cut open his coat, exposing the wound.

"He was indeed shot in an artery and is currently in shock, but it's not a major problem."

"What we need to do now is repair the arteries, otherwise there will be big trouble."

"But this artery repair is very difficult, and we don't have any doctors like that in Shanghai!"

At this moment, Zhou Qiaoqiao was also frowning, clearly not expecting to encounter surgery that damaged an artery, and that the person was already in shock, which was too troublesome.

"It's alright, I'll perform the surgery. There's no time to take the person back now."

He sighed and began the surgery. He gently pressed his hand on the incision site, and as he raised his hand, a bullet appeared in his palm.

Then he gently cut open the wound and stitched up the artery.

As for suturing, it's really not something that can be done in an ordinary way.

Without sufficient technology and even capability, it is simply impossible to perform arterial vascular repair surgery.

Half an hour later, looking at Grandpa Luo who was still in shock, he could only manage a wry smile.

"Call a few workers over here to check their blood types!"

"Yes!"

Then Sun Xiaolan and another nurse went out to conduct blood tests on the workers to find blood that matched Mr. Luo's blood type.

Half an hour later, two workers walked in.

"Dr. Wang, we've found people with the same blood type. Both of them are type O and can help Mr. Luo with a blood transfusion."

"it is good!"

Zhang Tianhao also took the tools and helped one of them connect to Mr. Luo's blood vessels.

Soon after, the blood in his body slowly flowed into Mr. Luo's body.

Seeing the blood flow, Zhang Tianhao finally breathed a sigh of relief. (End of Chapter)