sky-high engagement

Chapter 701
Because of the silencer and the long distance at that time, the power of the bullet was slightly reduced, and it passed by the heart.

This position is too close to the heart, and the risk factor is very high.

It was not the first time for Meng Tao to perform surgery, but it was the first time in this environment.

There are no nurses or interns around, and some only have a half-baked guy who was hired on the spur of the moment, and a few semi-finished blood packs that have not been tested for blood.

Dr. Meng, who drove the ducks to the shelves, cut open the wound and handed the scalpel to the assistant, "Give me forceps No. [-]."

The assistant took the scalpel and handed over the third hemostat.

Meng Tao took a look and said with a dark face, "This is a hemostat."

The names of the surgical instruments were too complicated. Meng Tao was afraid that he would not be able to remember them, so he numbered them and placed them in ascending order. Unexpectedly, he could not even remember them.

"The sixth one on your left, hurry up!" Meng Tao reminded.

When handing over the tweezers, the assistant's hands were trembling. Meng Tao glanced at him and warned, "Be alert."

The poor assistant nodded, as if feeling the cold eyes of the boss, his hands trembled even more, and he was not as nervous as he was now when he was holding the gun.

After finally persuading himself to calm down, he saw Meng Tao open the wound with sharp-nosed tweezers, the flesh inside was turned out, and the blood began to flow upwards.

"Number four clamp!" Meng Tao stretched out his hand.

The assistant quickly handed him the No. [-] pliers, and then saw him sticking the pliers into the meat and stirring it back and forth.

"vomit……"

The assistant's face turned pale, his stomach was churning, and his legs were half limp.

Even old men feel chills when they see this scene. The profession of doctor is really terrible.

Meng Tao didn't know that his simple action just now was classified as dangerous by his temporary assistant.

He is now concentrating on the pliers, feeling the vibration of his heart under his hands.

Bang, bang.

The muscles on Meng Tao's arm were completely tense, and the pliers were carefully probing in invisible places. If you are not careful, you will be doomed!

The blood bag had already been replaced, and as time passed, the cut edge kept gushing out blood, which made it more difficult to find the bullet.

Where exactly?
The sweat on his forehead obstructed his vision, so Meng Tao said calmly, "Wipe the sweat."

The person next to him seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then took out a handkerchief from his pocket.

Immediately after, Meng Tao said, "The hemostat is the one you picked up by mistake just now!"

"gauze!"

"Needle-nose pliers!"

"Cotton balls, quick!"

Meng Tao's speech speed is getting faster and faster, reflecting his heart at the moment, but the other party's psychological quality seems to be improving rapidly, and he hasn't made a single mistake.

The blood-soaked gauze and cotton balls were thrown on the plate by Meng Tao. After temporarily stopping the bleeding, he started looking for bullets again.

There is no way, there are many blood vessels near the heart and lungs, and a little carelessness may cause massive bleeding.

The most important thing is that the bullet is too small, this is not a hospital, and there is no high-tech equipment to see the position of the bullet, so I can only come by feeling.

In the subsequent cooperation, the doctor and the assistant had a perfect understanding.

Every time Meng Tao glanced sideways, the assistant would be able to guess what he needed, and then hand it over the first time he opened his mouth.

More than half an hour has passed, the sun is about to set, and the indoor temperature is getting lower and lower, but Meng Tao's forehead is sweating more and more.

"Wipe your sweat!" Meng Tao ordered.

The person next to him wiped his sweat as he said, and noticed that his fingers were unnaturally white, so Meng Tao looked up at him.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, Meng Tao's face suddenly changed, the assistant changed at some point, and became that gloomy man.

"Concentrate!" The man reminded with a blank face.

Meng Tao seemed to be frightened by him, his complexion changed again, but this time he didn't control the strength of his hand well, and accidentally hit a heavy hand.

A shot of blood gushed out from the wound, spraying Meng Tao's face.

He cursed in a low voice, and glanced at the blood bag next to him. It was almost at the end, and it would be troublesome if he couldn't find the bullet.

Seeing Meng Tao being sprayed with blood, the faces of the people nearby changed greatly. Damn, this guy must have been stabbed in the heart!

Just when everyone thought that Dr. Meng's trip would never come back, Meng Tao suddenly showed joy, and said in a somewhat excited tone: "I found it, I'm stuck in my lung."

Meng Tao held his breath and pulled out the pliers, not noticing that he was swearing.

After all, it is a body of flesh and blood. When the pliers were pulled out, the wound was filled with blood. At this moment, everyone's emotions were infected, and they did not dare to breathe.

Accompanied by a soft bang, a bullet covered in blood appeared on the table, and Meng Tao heaved a sigh of relief.

Now there is only finishing work left, Meng Tao glanced at the blood bag again, and said to the people next to him: "Hemostat and gauze!"

After finishing speaking, he remembered that the assistant had been replaced, and his face was a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, the other party didn't mind his tone of voice, and handed over the things in time.

Now is far from the time to relax, Meng Tao stopped thinking about it, and started to stop the bleeding from the wound and do the finishing work.

No bleeding, which is the best result.

Meng Tao calmed down a bit, and stretched out his hand to the side, "Needle."

The bloody glove took over the tiny needle and began to sew up the wound.

After doing this, Meng Tao changed into a pair of clean gloves, then cleaned up the area around the wound, applied medicine and put gauze on it.

Because he didn't know how he would recover afterwards, Meng Tao's life was still hanging in the balance.

Just in case, he gritted his teeth and drew another thousand milliliters of blood. Anyway, these people are all strong and strong, so they don't draw for nothing.

Meng Tao changed the blood bag for Su Mo, took out a bottle of normal saline from the medicine box, added painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs into it, and tied it on her other hand.

The operation was an unexpected success.

After doing all this, Meng Tao's heart that he had been carrying was completely put back in his stomach.

While tidying up his things, he said, "Although the bullet has been taken out, it still needs to be observed for two days. If the fever subsides, it will not be a big problem."

It seemed that because of his show, the people in the room were kinder to him.

Even the face of the perverted man he was talking about was not as ghastly as before.

He walked over to look at Su Mo and asked, "When will she wake up?"

Meng Tao said: "It's not certain, if the wound is not infected, it will wake up in two or three days."

Hearing this answer, the man nodded.

Then he said to the person who packed up his things and was about to leave: "Then I will give you three days."

Meng Tao digested this sentence carefully, and asked tentatively, "You mean, I want to stay here for three days?"

"In three days, I want to see her wake up."

Meng Tao became anxious and explained to him: "I can't stay here, I have to go back to the hospital, I have a job and I have to go to work..."

"If she doesn't wake up after three days, you don't have to go!"

After the man said these words with a blank face, he turned and left the room, leaving Meng Tao in shock.

It wasn't until the person walked away that Meng Tao realized it.

"Fuck, coauthored and fucked me up!"

Meng Tao was so angry that he kicked on the table that was temporarily used as the operating table, and the things on the table made a "clang clatter" sound.

Mai Nur is a widow. There are not many rooms in her house. She has one for herself and one for Su Mo. The remaining rooms are all fully occupied.

At night, Meng Tao was arranged to sleep on the floor in Su Mo's room.

It may also be that there were too many things that happened that day. When Meng Tao heard the news, he didn't react much. Anyway, the result is the same whether he accepts it or not.

On such a cold night, the chill on the ground could be felt through the quilt. Meng Tao lay on the ground, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

After finally falling asleep, she was awakened by a burst of crying.

The cries are loud and small, and the stream is endless. If it is fatal, it will definitely not make you feel better.

Meng Tao pulled the quilt over to cover his head, but it was of no use at all, "There is more to come!"

After tossing around like this for a while, Meng Tao almost woke up.

After realizing who was crying, Meng Tao woke up suddenly, jumped up from the ground, and went to turn on the light with his bare feet.

Seeing the tears on Su Mo's face, Meng Tao was a little surprised, "It's really you!"

He couldn't be aggressive towards the beauty Meng Tao, and said as gently as possible: "What do you think?"

Su Mo didn't speak, but still sobbed from time to time, his petite appearance looked extremely aggrieved.

Meng Tao stared at her for a while, and then slowly realized that she was in a nightmare, and she didn't wake up at all.

What is this dream, crying so sad?
Out of a doctor's instinct, Meng Tao stretched out his hand to try her forehead, and was terrified by the attempt, so he hurried to find the thermometer.

Before going to bed, he took Su Mo's temperature. It was obviously much better than before the operation, but now she is completely on fire!

42.6°C, so high?
Seeing the scale displayed on the thermometer, Meng Tao's mind suddenly sank, and he felt like 'my life is over'.

At this point, Meng Tao had no choice but to remove the gauze to check the recovery of the wound.

The wound that was just treated in the afternoon was very red and swollen, and pus had already started to flow out. This is not a good sign.

Meng Tao's scalp tingled for a while, and he took his treasure chest, put on a mask and gloves to clean the wound, this time he used two full anti-inflammatory medicines.

After repacking the wound, Meng Tao prepared another bottle of medicine. The patient is now very weak and can only rely on normal saline for support.

After preparing the medicine, Meng Tao ran into a little trouble during the injection.

The blood vessels in Su Mo's hands were already thin, but after transfusing so many blood bags and salt water today, the backs of both hands were swollen, like two steamed buns.

When he saw the back of Su Mo's hand, Meng Tao couldn't help thinking, she must be crying in pain!

Because the bullet was near the heart, he didn't use anesthesia. It's been several hours since the operation, so it probably hurts a bit.

To be able to cry so sadly in a coma shows that it really hurts.

Meng Tao looked at her with some embarrassment and said, "My aunt, please don't cry, if you cry again, I will die of guilt!"

As he spoke, he found an ointment from the medicine cabinet and wiped her hands.

After finishing these things, Meng Tao collapsed by the bed tiredly.

(End of this chapter)