Carambola Xi felt the power transmitted by Xia Zecheng, her heart became more stable, and her attention was all on Yang Jinxi.

The star power couldn't be used, so she used her divine sense to protect Yang Jinxi's heart.

Feng Ziyan's side also began to go under the knife.

The operation proceeded slowly.

Feng Ziyan's slender white hands seemed to have turned into dancing elves, doing various movements flexibly.

About half an hour later, he found the small warhead half a centimeter from Yang Jinxi's heart, and took some skill to get it out.

This is followed by debridement and suturing.

Everything went smoothly.

Carambola Creek watched as the last thread was cut, and the turbid breath that had been holding it out finally spit out.

After the operation is successfully completed, she will be able to touch people, and in that way, people will be safe.

She has seen the repair power of star power several times.

"Oh no!" was an exclamation from inside.

Carambola Creek's newly put down heart was hung up again.

"He has other internal injuries!His internal organs are bleeding!" the man said quickly to Feng Ziyan.

"Panic what. Feng Ziyan calmly stopped the panic, "Find the bleeding point and operate again." ”

His task is to save this man's life, and as for how many stabs he puts on his body, he is completely out of the question.

So, the second operation began.

Carambola Creek "stared" at Feng Ziyan, feeling speechless.

This is a living person, not a broken doll, she can tinker with it casually, but she knows that the people inside are all for Yang Jinxi's good.

It's just that Carambola Creek didn't expect that things would take a sharp turn for the worse.

After Feng Ziyan dealt with Yang Jinxi's injury, he came out to talk to Xia Zecheng:

"He suffered multiple blows on his body, severe contusion on his outer skin, concussion on his internal organs, a ruptured left kidney, and congestion in his stomach...... Anyway, there were a lot of injuries, and he had to be sent to the city hospital immediately, and on the way, in order to prevent him from dying of blood loss, he had to prepare a blood transfusion. ”

"Then lose!" Xia Zecheng said without hesitation.

Although this younger brother was born to Cheng Cuijuan, his girl is usually quite attentive, and if something really happens, she is afraid that she will be sad.

"But, there's bad news. Feng Ziyan spread his hands, looking embarrassed.

"What?" Xia Zecheng frowned, a little unhappy with Feng Ziyan's spitting.

"He's Panda Blood. Feng Ziyan sighed and reported a blood type.

The moment she heard this blood type, Carambola Creek's heart jumped inexplicably.

How could Cheng Cuijuan's son have the same blood type as her?

"Do you have to have a blood transfusion?" Xia Zecheng's expression was calm.

He is also of this blood type, if he can save Yang Jinxi, he will lose a little, there is nothing.

"You have a mission ahead of you. Feng Ziyan immediately understood the meaning of Xia Zecheng's expression, and hurriedly reminded.

"Use mine. Carambola Xi bit her lip and spoke.

With her blood, it should be a favor for Yang Jinxi to block bullets for Yang Yanxi.

"You?" Feng Ziyan looked at Carambola Creek in surprise.

"I'm the same blood type as him. Carambola Creek met Feng Ziyan's looking gaze and said calmly.

"That's going to be easy. Feng Ziyan nodded immediately, "I'll prepare immediately." ”

Xia Zecheng glanced at Carambola River deeply, and had already made up his mind to persuade Feng Ziyan to give Yang Jinxi more blood by himself, which was better than letting her suffer.

For him, her body was more important than his.

Soon, Feng Ziyan was ready.

Xia Zecheng took Feng Ziyan away in the interval between the blood draws in Carambola Creek.

Carambola Xi didn't know what he said to Feng Ziyan, anyway, after drawing 200CC, Feng Ziyan didn't give her any more blood draws, she asked about the situation, but he only said that he had found two other blood donors.

Carambola Creek didn't believe this argument at all.