After transmigrating into the body of the female supporting character's biological mother, she

Lin Zhilan suddenly turned around, pushed open the operating room door, and ran out.

The doctor on the operating table paused for a moment, "Director, Dr. Lin, she..."

"Never mind," Director Zhu sighed, "This kind of thing is hard for anyone to accept."

The operating room fell silent.

Director Zhu didn't stop working, but he was already preparing for the worst.

Soon, the operating room door was pushed open again.

"Sister Huang, could you please pour me a bottle of alcohol? I need to disinfect."

"Oh, oh, okay." Head Nurse Huang paused for a moment, then immediately poured a bottle of alcohol into the instrument tray.

Lin Zhilan opened the cloth bag in her hand, and inside was a set of gold needles.

From one inch to six inches in length, there are a total of nine needles, a complete set of gold needles!

Lin Zhilan soaked the gold needles directly in alcohol, and then changed her surgical gown, gloves, and cap.

She returned to the operating table and said, "You guys continue, don't worry about me."

Director Zhu nodded and continued to work diligently.

Lin Zhilan calmly took out the gold needles from the instrument tray.

Shuigou (GV26), Yongquan (KI1), Baihui (GV20), Neiguan (PC6)...

Seven acupoints for emergency treatment should at least save Su Lang's life.

Director Zhu's hand suddenly stopped.

He could feel that the patient's bleeding rate was slowing down.

It's like someone turned off a tap, and the flow rate visibly decreased.

The anesthesiologist exclaimed in surprise, "The heart rate is rising, now it's 59, and the blood pressure is also rising, to 80/60."

Everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Lin Zhilan's forehead as her fingers continued to twist the needle handle.

An ancient saying goes: "Gold needles can save lives, silver needles can cure diseases."

It is said that golden needles greatly replenish yang energy, can solidify the soul and lock in vital energy, and when they enter the body, they can gather essence, energy and spirit, and stabilize the soul and prevent it from dissipating.

Lin Zhilan once wanted to obtain a pair of gold needles.

Unfortunately, the skill of applying gold needles was not passed down to later generations. Only a few authentic medical families still have a few sets of ancient gold needle techniques.

Lin Zhilan had tried regular gold needles, but the effect was not very noticeable.

She was desperate and grasping at straws today, never expecting that Chang San would have such a good set of gold needles.

With reduced abdominal bleeding, the internal condition becomes clearer.

Director Zhu sped up, ligating and stopping the bleeding at each of the exposed bleeding points.

"All the bleeding has stopped." Director Zhu's voice was filled with obvious relief.

"Check again to see if there are any other bleeding points," he instructed his assistant.

The assistant then explored the abdominal cavity again.

The tear in the mesentery of the small intestine has been repaired, and the contusion of the left kidney has stopped bleeding, confirming that there are no active bleeding points in the abdominal cavity.

"Director, you can close the abdomen now."

Director Zhu also let out a long breath and blinked hard.

At least she's passed the hurdle of being on the operating table.

The assistant began closing the abdomen and suturing, and Lin Zhilan also began to remove the needle.

She moved slowly and carefully, even rearranging the gold needles she removed on the cloth according to their length.

Because of excessive bleeding, Director Zhu and the head nurse were busy counting the used gauze.

After the count was completed and the quantities were confirmed to match, Director Zhu remembered to go see Lin Zhilan.

Director Zhu has met many patients' families.

Some cried, some made a scene, and some couldn't bear the blow and tried to commit suicide.

Like Lin Zhilan, who performed surgery to assist her husband and used acupuncture to prolong his life, she remained calm throughout the entire process, just like she was treating an ordinary patient.

Director Zhu had never met him before.

Look at her, she hasn't shed a single tear even now.

Even on the operating table, his hands never trembled.

Not only Director Zhu, but also the other doctors and nurses admired Lin Zhilan greatly.

If it weren't for her sudden use of acupuncture, the patient might not have survived the surgery.

Lin Zhilan took off her surgical gown and gloves.

My fingers are slightly bent from holding the needle for a long time and I can't straighten them for a while.

She stood far away, watching Su Lang on the operating table.

Su Lang's face was still as white as paper, and there was no color in her lips.

Only the rise and fall of his chest indicated that he was still alive.

Lin Zhilan suddenly felt dizzy and her body went limp, causing her to fall straight down.

"Dr. Lin!" Head Nurse Huang exclaimed and rushed to catch her, but it was too late.

Lin Zhilan's knees hit the ground, and her body slumped weakly onto the operating room floor.

The operating room was in chaos again.

Director Zhu strode over, checked her pulse, and said with a complicated expression, "She's alright, probably just under a lot of stress and couldn't take it anymore. Get a few people to help her to her room to rest for a while."

"Oh dear..." Head Nurse Huang sighed, her eyes reddening.

The nurses gently lifted Lin Zhilan onto a trolley and took her to her ward in the inpatient department.

Although Su Lang's surgery was over, he was far from out of danger.

Excessive blood loss, prolonged shock, risk of intra-abdominal infection, and recovery of organ function.

None of these hurdles are easy to overcome.

Su Lang is now practically in the gates of hell; whether he can be pulled back remains to be seen, and the real test is yet to come.

When Lin Zhilan woke up, it was almost dark.

Evening comes suddenly on the island; in the blink of an eye, the sun sinks into the sea.

Only a patch of orange-red afterglow remained on the horizon, gradually turning into a dark purple.

She sat up abruptly, the movement so fast that her vision went black for a moment.

Lin Zhilan held onto the headboard, closed her eyes for a while, and waited for the dizziness to pass before lifting the blanket to get out of bed.

I had just put on my shoes when the door to the ward was pushed open.

"Dr. Lin, you're awake." A nurse walked in.

"How is Su Lang?"

"Commander Su, he..." the nurse stammered, as if she dared not speak.

Lin Zhilan immediately tensed up.

She put on her shoes, stood up, and walked out. "Which ward is he in? I'll go see him myself."

The nurse chased after him and said, "Commander Su is still in the post-operative intensive care unit; he can't come in right now."

"It's alright," Director Zhu said as he came out of his office. "Dr. Lin, why don't you change into your protective suit and go see Commander Su?"

The surgery is complete.

The challenges ahead may be greatly aided by Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"Thank you, Director Zhu." Lin Zhilan tried to smile, but her lips were stiff and unnatural.

Lin Zhilan changed her clothes and entered Su Lang's ward.

Her eyes immediately welled up with tears.

The man lay quietly on the hospital bed, an IV needle inserted into his arm.

His face was pale, his lips were chapped, his chest was rising and falling slightly, and his breath was so light that it seemed as if he might stop breathing at any moment.

His complete lack of awareness and reaction was unsettlingly quiet.

Lin Zhilan sat by his bedside, tears instantly welling up in her eyes.

Only when they were in this space, where it was just the two of them, did Lin Zhilan dare to reveal her vulnerability.

After composing herself, Lin Zhilan wiped away her tears.

They locked the ward door from the inside and pulled down the blinds.