The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

"Crack, click!"

The operating room of a regular hospital is indeed more complete than the emergency tent.

With the flip of the switch, all the shadowless light bulbs on the operating table lit up, illuminating the people on the operating table clearly.

The shining silver medical scissors were extremely sharp. Along the edge of the hole, with a clear clicking sound, whether it was a Chinese tunic suit or a sweater, it was quickly cut into two.

After the blood-adhered underwear was separated, the wound as thick as a thumb was completely exposed to the shadowless light.

The nurse on the side had already clamped the alcohol cotton and wiped it around the wound to clean up the blood that affected the vision.

One after another, alcohol cotton balls fell into the disinfected trash can. The originally white cotton balls had turned dark red.

"Patient Li Feng, male, 23 years old, was shot in the chest. The bullet probably penetrated the lungs. He lost too much blood. The visual blood loss was 1400 ml, and the heart rate was 105!"

"There have been two rounds of epinephrine injections before, with a total dose of 2.5 mg!"

The emergency doctor who wheeled the bed in added that this information is necessary for rescue, and the surgeon must understand it as clearly as possible before taking action.

"Have the test results come out? Control the blood volume first, otherwise the person will not be able to survive after opening it?
The surgeon bent his hands at [-] degrees, with the palms facing him, and allowed the instrument nurse to put on rubber gloves and adjust the surgical clothes. When he heard the estimated amount of bleeding, his expression under the mask quickly became ugly.

"Type B blood!"

"The blood bank has prepared the blood and it will be delivered in about 10 minutes!"

The female doctor who pushed in the door announced the news from the laboratory, and then simply rolled up her sleeves.

"I have type O blood, draw mine first and use it!"

The doctors and nurses in the operating room looked at her angry look, and the surgeon frowned.

"Ding Qiunan, don't be ridiculous. Didn't his family come?"

"His home is in the capital. Although I don't know why he came here, I know him!"

Doctor Ding didn't pause at all. As he spoke, Bai Shengsheng's elbow was exposed. With a bite of his teeth and a pull of his left hand, the tourniquet tightly tied the upper end of his arm.

"Don't be stunned. Hurry up and get transfusion quickly. I just had a physical examination and the blood is fine. If you wait any longer, others will not be able to do it!"

Ding Qiunan directly kicked the anesthesiologist's stool away and leaned against the wall. Ding Qiunan looked at the young man on the operating table and clenched his right hand tightly into a fist as he prepared to draw blood.

The 16-gauge needle was much thicker than the one used for injecting epinephrine. The moment it penetrated Dr. Ding's vein, the girl's head tilted slightly to the side.

The dark red plasma flowed continuously into the sterilized glass bottle along the pump pipe. The originally crystal clear bottle turned dark red after a while.

The little girl's cheeks, which were still somewhat bloody, now turned pale as the blood was drained away.

On the contrary, as the blood with body temperature entered Li Feng's body, the skin that did not bleed just when the needle was inserted slowly began to gain a trace of blood.

"Open the chest~, scalpel!"

Seeing that the wound was bleeding again, the surgeon quickly stabbed the wound after anesthesia. Compared with the field hospital, they strictly followed the textbook and chose to expose the surgical field to find as much as possible. Stitched wounds.

"The seventh and eighth ribs on the right side are broken, and there are bone fragments inserted into the lower lobe of the lung!" "Hemostatic forceps, chest forceps!"

Seeing that the rescue had officially begun, Dr. Ding was holding his arm with a bitter taste in his mouth, and felt a dull pain in the back of his head wearing a doctor's hat.

Unexpectedly, even though he hid from the capital to Shanghai, he still couldn't escape this enemy.

Time flies, more than half a year has passed. Her hair, which was shaved cleanly during the surgery, has grown back, but it has just reached her ears. She habitually lifts her braids, but in the end, they are all gone.

The rifle under the cart and the blood-stained ID under the pillow were all quietly placed under the viewing lamp. She was actually quite curious.

"He is not from the transportation department of the steel rolling mill. How could he be injured by a gunshot and still be in Shanghai? These things and his work and life should be two parallel lines without any intersection at all?"

Doctor Ding was now full of questions. How could this very familiar man seem so strange at this time? It was so strange that curiosity started to stir in her heart again.

"I'll just take a look!"

Picking up the sterile cotton used to press the vein, Comrade Xiao Ding saw that the bleeding point had solidified. Comrade Xiao Ding stood up generously (sneaky), threw the cotton ball into the trash can next to the table, put down his sleeves, and looked natural. Carrying it behind his back, he was leaning on the edge of the viewing table, a short distance away from the black notebook.

After turning around, Xiao Ding looked at the notebook that had been dyed red. His slender eyebrows were tightly tangled together. Just seeing the cover made him breathless.

"ZGZY Investigation Department, Beijing Bureau...!"

After seeing the first few words, the little girl's heart jumped. Her eyelashes flickered, and then she quickly closed the ID book, tiptoeing, as if she had been caught stealing something.

"No wonder~!"

Recalling a series of dream-like scenes after the first month of last year, Dr. Ding suddenly realized.

"No wonder, he, he can go to that place to be the captain of the team, and he can also bring himself in, it turns out...!"

Everything, in the little girl's mind, the truth suddenly became clear, just like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Anyway, the picture was put together. As for whether the graphics inside were in the corresponding positions, that was no longer important.

"Xiao Ding, how do you know each other? Has this person really achieved first-class merit?"

The doctor in charge of retracting the hook noticed this scene, looked at Ding Qiunan, who had something wrong in his eyes, and asked curiously.

In fact, not only was he curious, but everyone else in the operating room was also curious about not only the relationship between the two of them, but also how Li Feng obtained first-class merit at such a young age.

"I, I don't know about the first-class meritorious service, but he arranged all the vehicle work during the two sessions last year, and I was also in charge of him!"

Fidgeting with his fingers, Doctor Ding couldn't bear to turn his head and look at the disemboweled operating table. The scene of everyone getting along day and night a year ago reappeared in his mind like a slideshow.

"Hey, you're so young!"

Combined with Li Feng's ID on the table, and the fact that Xiao Ding actually participated in the Two Sessions as a follow-up doctor last year, he was able to come here to study. The two echoed each other, and everyone present felt that they were working harder.

"Buzz! Dr. Qi, I am Hong Minggui. I have received instructions from the superior department. This patient must be rescued at all costs."

The communication loudspeaker for the operation rarely rang, and everyone involved in the operation froze for an instant. (End of chapter)