After entering the operating room, the nurse took Ling Zikai into the sterile disinfection room and brought him a set of sterile isolation gowns.

After Ling Zikai changed his clothes, the nurse led him to the operating table, and asked on the way, "Which hospital doctor are you?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not a doctor. ”

The nurse stopped and said in surprise, "You're not a doctor, so what are you doing in this operating room?"

"I just wanted to come in and have a look. ”

"Do you think this is a lively vegetable market? What's so nice about surgery? Get out of here!"

The nurse was a little angry, and turned around to kick Ling Zikai out.

"Don't rush me away. Although I can't help much, standing on the side won't hinder you! Besides, I came in on the orders of Old Man Zhang, so if you have any opinions, go out and tell the old man!"

Hearing that Ling Zikai had moved Zhang Dashan's name out, the nurse didn't dare to forcibly drive him out, so she warned with a calm face: "You remember, when you get to the operating table, you will stand far away, don't talk, don't move anything inside!"

"Sister nurse, don't worry, I'll treat myself as the head of the air when the time comes!"

More than ten meters away from the operating table, the nurse didn't allow Ling Zikai to come any further.

Ling Zikai didn't care, just stood on the side and watched.

The nurse was much relieved to see that Ling Zikai was still obedient, so she left him and went to do her job.

From a distance, I saw five medical staff in surgical isolation gowns surrounding the operating table, constantly busy, and from time to time there would be a sound of collision after the surgical instruments were put down. The entire operating room was unusually quiet, and the air was filled with some pungent smell of medicine and nervousness.

Zhang Jun, who was lying on the operating table, completely lost consciousness under the action of anesthetics. The white disinfectant cloth covering his body was covered with bloodstains. On the part of the chest, an operating opening was cut, which looked a little scary under the shadowless lamp.

Because the distance was too far, seeing that he couldn't see the situation inside the wound, Ling Zikai quietly released the ancestral god consciousness and extended it to the operating table.

Ling Zikai first investigated the condition in Zhang Jun's body, and felt that his breath of life was intermittent, as long as there was a slight accident during the operation, it was very likely to cause life-threatening conditions.

For the sake of insurance, Ling Zikai secretly transported a trace of ancestral god energy and injected it into Zhang Jun's body.

"The patient's blood pressure and heart rate are abnormal!"

A nurse who had been staring at the monitoring device suddenly let out an exclamation!

The surgeon who was operating paused, looked at the nurse, and asked in a deep voice, "What's the situation?"

"Blood pressure 65-95, heart rate 45. No, now the blood pressure is 70-100 and the heart rate is 48. ”

"How much, exactly?"

"It's very volatile right now, and it's impossible to determine the right data. ”

The nurse was a little embarrassed and said, "However, the patient's vital characteristics are gradually strengthening. ”

Several doctors standing at the side of the operating table looked at each other, and one of them said, "Leave it alone for now, and hurry up to clean up the wound." ”

The others nodded, and began to speed up the operation in their hands.

Ling Zikai's consciousness sneaked into Zhang Jun's body and went directly to the place where he was injured.

It appears that the bullet that had entered the body had been removed, a quarter of the left lobe had been removed, and doctors were cleaning the wound.

It's just that the blood in the chest cavity has just been cleaned up, but I don't know where it came from.

"Did you find the bleeding spot?"

The assistant next to him shook his head, looking a little nervous, and kept adding hemostats to it, but it still couldn't stop the bleeding.

Ling Zikai also used his consciousness to search around the wound.

After a while, it was discovered that there was a small blood vessel oozing blood on the left side of the lung lobe, but the blood vessel was very hidden and difficult to detect with the naked eye.

Ling Zikai just wanted to open his mouth to remind the assistant, but the words came to his lips and swallowed them stiffly.

I'm standing 10 meters away now, so I remind people that if they ask you: How can you know where the bleeding spot is if you don't even see it?

After a few more minutes, the assistant was still helpless.

Ling Zikai knew that time was of the essence now and could not be delayed any longer, so he couldn't help but say, "Can you let me try?"

Hearing an abrupt sound in the operating room, everyone followed the voice, only to see that at some point, there was a stranger in the operation.

The most anxious was the female nurse who led Ling Zikai in, ran over in a hurry, and said a little angrily: "What's the matter with you? Didn't you not let you talk? At this time, what are you messing with, hurry up!"

Ling Zikai ignored the female nurse and raised his legs and walked to the operating table.

The female nurse dodged in front of him, blocking his way.

"Hey, could it be him?"

A doctor on the side of the operating table seemed to feel that Ling Zikai was a little familiar, very similar to someone in his impression, so he said to the female nurse: "Nurse Fang, you let him come over!"

When the female nurse heard the doctor's words, she hurriedly explained, "Professor Wu, this person was brought in by Commander Zhang to take a look at the operation, but he is not a doctor. ”

The female nurse was very nervous, because the person was brought in by herself, if Ling Zikai caused any trouble, she would be held accountable at that time, and she couldn't afford it, so she hurriedly explained the reason.

Ling Zikai had already recognized the person who spoke at this time, it was Professor Wu who had gone to Wusongling to treat the old man's illness, so he bypassed the female nurse who was blocking him, walked quickly to the other party, pulled down his mask and revealed his face.

Before he could speak, Professor Wu was already surprised and said, "Sure enough, it's you!"

Although I don't know what method Ling Zikai used to cure the old man's illness at the beginning, judging from the old man's later physical condition, the young man in front of him has a high attainment in medical skills, otherwise the old man would not let him enter the operating room at such a critical moment.

It's just that Professor Wu is not the attending doctor of this operation, and during the operation, even if he wants Ling Zikai to intervene, he must obtain the consent of the chief surgeon.

"Dr. Zheng, the operation can't be delayed any longer, why don't you let him try?"

The chief surgeon from the capital frowned, feeling in his heart that at Ling Zikai's age, even if he had done a few surgeries before, he might not be better than the assistant he brought. However, Professor Wu is also a well-known doctor in China, and since he can come forward to recommend this young man, perhaps this young man really has some outstanding skills.

Dr. Zheng thought about it, then glanced at the assistant and motioned for him to get out of the way.

Although the assistant was a little reluctant, he couldn't find the bleeding point after looking for a long time, and if he delayed it any longer, the whole operation might fail, and he couldn't bear the consequences, so he nodded, wanting to retreat and let Ling Zikai take over the operation.

Ling Zikai hurriedly said: "I'm only responsible for finding out the bleeding point, the specific operation is still up to you!"

Other people thought that Ling Zikai was humble, but they would not have thought that it was the first time he had even seen a hemostat in his life, as for whether he would use it, only God knows.

Ling Zikai pretended to look at the wound and said, "Found it, it's here! ”

The assistant looked at the place where Ling Zikai pointed his finger, and he didn't see the existence of blood vessels at all, how could it be a bleeding point? In hesitation, he still clamped the seat with a hemostat.

After the hemostat fell, the blood accumulation at the wound began to decrease significantly.

"Hey, there's a bleeding spot here, how did you find it?"

The assistant looked up and asked Ling Zikai in surprise.

Of course, Ling Zikai couldn't explain the reason to the other party. Now that the bleeding had stopped, there was nothing to do with him, so he retreated with interest.

After solving the key problems, the next surgery went smoothly.

Seeing those doctors busy operating, Ling Zikai became an idler again, standing by and watching.

The female nurse quietly walked up to him and whispered, "You are obviously a doctor, why did you lie to me just now?"

Ling Zikai shook his head and said, "I didn't lie to you! I am indeed not a doctor. ”

The female nurse didn't believe Ling Zikai's words at all, and said in her heart: Didn't you just find a bleeding point, you can pretend to be in front of me!

The female nurse would never have dreamed that two surgeries were being performed in that Zhang Jun's body at the same time.

One is a surgical procedure that everyone can see.

And the other is Ling Zikai's masterpiece.

When those doctors began to stitch up the wounds layer by layer, Ling Zikai began to use the ancestral energy to repair those injuries in Zhang Jun's body.

No one would have thought that in those muscles that have been sutured, those incised blood vessel cells are constantly growing. Even the lobes of the lungs, which had been removed a quarter of them, were slowly enlarging.

If it weren't for Ling Zikai's scruples about taking an examination in the future, he was found to have recovered too quickly from the trauma, which aroused the suspicion of others, maybe when the operation was over, Zhang Jun would have been able to jump off the operating table immediately and jump around.

When the operation was over, Ling Zikai walked out of the operating room with all the doctors.

At this time, the people outside were still waiting there.

After hearing the news of the end of the operation, Mr. Zhang immediately came out of the lounge.

After seeing Ling Zikai, he hurriedly asked him, "How is Xiaojun?"

"Old man, don't worry, the operation was successful. Zhang Jun, he'll recover soon!"

"Zikai, thank you!"

After hearing the old man's words, everyone present was a little confused, thinking: It was those doctors who operated on Zhang Jun, the old man didn't thank them, how could he thank Ling Zikai for coming!