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Su Xiaoqing was immediately very angry when she saw Hua Jitian put her hand on Wang Xiaomei's chest.

Hua Jitian is not a doctor, so it is not appropriate to touch it like this.

"What are you all doing, why don't you stop him. ”

The nurses and doctors did not speak, but looked at the surgical tray in horror.

Su Xiaoqing followed their gaze and also looked at the surgical tray, her willow eyebrows suddenly trembled, and there was a look of disbelief in her bright eyes.

In the surgical tray, the handle of a scalpel has been clumped into a ball.

"How is it possible?" Su Xiaoqing didn't believe his eyes.

Su Xiaoqing's medical literacy is extremely high, and he can see at a glance that this knife handle is a No. 4 long knife handle, with a length of 21 cm.

The handle of the scalpel has high stiffness, high hardness, and is not easy to deform.

An ordinary adult, if he has more strength, can bend this hilt, but if he wants to form such a small ball, it is definitely not possible.

If an adult with a hammer and a pair of pliers had been given another half an hour, perhaps the number four scalpel could have had this effect.

But Su Xiaoqing was very sure that the young man in front of him was not holding a hammer and pliers, and he didn't have half an hour when he came in.

Su Xiaoqing looked at his watch, less than five minutes.

"Drains. Hua Jitian stretched out his hand. It was a lot like a doctor doing surgery.

Hua Jitian is now wearing a light green surgical gown, gloves, masks, and surgical caps, all available, and it seems to outsiders who never know the situation that they are similar to doctors.

"What are you doing?" Su Xiaoqing scolded again. There is a difference between men and women after all, even if Hua Jitian and Wang Xiaomei are relatives, this is a bit unusual.

Doctors are benevolent, regardless of gender, age or child. Of course, for some perverted and distorted doctors, it is still divided.

Su Xiaoqing saw that Hua Jitian seemed to be looking at the disease, but she didn't think that Hua Jitian had the ability to cure the disease. In terms of heart knowledge, Su Xiaoqing has enough proud capital, just like her proud chest.

"See a doctor. ”

Hua Jitian's answer was almost the same as Su Xiaoqing's guess, but she still had doubts.

"You're also a doctor?"

"I guess so. Hua Jitian thought about medical knowledge in his mind, mainly Chinese medicine knowledge, the level is already level four, and it is all those that Mi An learned, the Yellow Emperor's Neijing, typhoid fever miscellaneous treatises, and so on.

"But I think you're a hooligan. Su Xiaoqing said.

"......" Hua Jitian was speechless.

Suddenly, Wang Xiaomei coughed, and his body began to tremble. Hua Jitian picked up Wang Xiaomei and patted her on the back, Wang Xiaomei spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and it happened to be in the bucket at Hua Jitian's feet.

Such a bucket will be prepared in the operating room, and the blood gauze produced or the sweat tissue for the doctor can be thrown directly into it.

"Drains. Hua Jitian shouted again.

"Give it to him. Su Xiaoqing said. She also wanted to see what Hua Jitian wanted to do.

According to modern medical knowledge, Wang Xiaomei's vitality has been broken, although his body seems to be alive, but he has no strength to recover.

After Wang Xiaomei's cardiac arrest, everyone was caught off guard, and when Su Xiaoqing was called over, ten minutes had passed.

Su Xiaoqing exhausted all means to temporarily restore the beating of Wang Xiaomei's heart. But Wang Xiaomei's heart is actually a candle in the wind, hopeless.

"Doctor Su, this person is not a doctor, and if there is a medical treatment, it is an accident, and he can't explain it to the hospital, let alone the patient's family. "Someone came out to stop it.

"This man is a family member, and you will listen to him. Su Xiaoqing saw that Hua Jitian's eyes were clear and stable, and her heart was suddenly touched, and she faintly felt that this little man might have the ability to save Wang Xiaomei.

She is a top doctor, but in the face of life and death, she does her best, but she also believes in miracles. Intellectually told her that miracles were impossible, but emotionally, she believed in miracles.

"Okay. A doctor took the drain and handed it to Hua Jitian.

Hua Jitian's hands did not stop, and two fingers clamped the drainage tube and inserted it into Wang Xiaomei's chest.

Snort, the drain was suddenly two and a half inches shorter. Obviously, these two and a half inches are in Wang Xiaomei's chest.

This hand was beyond the expectations of these doctors and nurses, and they couldn't believe that Hua Jitian could insert a drainage tube into his body with his bare hands.

There were two timid nurses, as if they had seen a ghost, and screamed in fright. They have long been accustomed to seeing flesh and blood flying, but Hua Jitian's hand, they still can't understand it, and it is a matter of course to be afraid.

"Huh. Su Xiaoqing hurriedly grabbed a tray and stepped forward.

Su Xiaoqing believes that the drainage tube is too short, and if it really leads to blood, there is no way to lead it to the bucket on the ground, so it can only be connected with a tray.

"It doesn't have to be that close. "Flower pole heavenly way.

"Huh?" Su Xiaoqing didn't understand.

She understood that Hua Jitian's action was to draw out the blood in Wang Xiaomei's chest. She also saw from the film that there was a little blood accumulation in Wang Xiaomei's chest, but it would not affect it for the time being, and it would not cause any adverse reactions.

Compared with that bit of blood, it is more important to make Wang Xiaomei's heart paced.

"Pick it up. Hua Jitian shouted softly.

In the drainage tube, blood gushed out, shot far away, and landed right in the tray held by Su Xiaoqing.

Su Xiaoqing's heart is like a shocking wave, and he can insert the drainage tube into his body without using any tools, and his kung fu is very handsome, which Su Xiaoqing has never heard of.

However, the blood in Wang Xiaomei's chest cavity was sprayed out through drainage, and it should never be sprayed so far. There is an upper limit on blood pressure in the human body, even if you are sick, high blood pressure and the like, there is no such pressure. What's more, Wang Xiaomei was not injured on the outside, but he had a little sign of blood loss, but it was not to the extent that he had to have a blood transfusion.

The tray in Su Xiaoqing's hand quickly received a lot of blood, and under the miserable white operating lamp, these blood with foam were strangely beautiful and terrifying.

The blood coming out of the drain is getting less and less, but it can still flow into the tray in a beautiful arc far away. From beginning to end, it hasn't changed.

This is even more counterintuitive. For example, when a child pees, he will urinate far away at first, but in the end, he will inevitably run out, the amount will become very small, and the urine will get closer and closer, and finally it will be good not to wet his pants.

Su Xiaoqing looked at Hua Jitian's face with a mask, and was shocked, how did this person do it?

"Blood transfusions. "Flower pole heavenly way.

"Quick. Su Xiaoqing had inexplicable confidence in Hua Jitian, and she asked other doctors and nurses to prepare blood and blood transfusion devices.

The blood and the device are readily available and have been prepared for a long time. It's just that Su Xiaoqing and other doctors judged that Wang Xiaomei lost about 500 milliliters of blood, and there was no need for blood transfusion.

Wang Xiaomei's body is close to that of an adult, and he has lost 500 milliliters of blood in a short period of time, and there are not too many side effects.

A doctor pushes the blood transfusion compression device over.

"Just a blood vessel. "Flower pole heavenly way.

He reached out and pulled the transfusion tube off the transfusion device.

Then, he pulled out the drainage tube, and inserted the tip of the blood vessel into Wang Xiaomei's chest along the hole that the drainage tube had punctured.

"This ...... You're nonsense. Su Xiaoqing was shocked, and hurriedly handed the tray with half a plate of blood to a nurse and came to stop it.

"Dead horses are treated as live horse doctors. Hua Jitian said lightly.

"Ugh. Su Xiaoqing was stunned. She also heard the ease in Hua Jitian's words, did Hua Jitian think that she had already saved Wang Xiaomei?

She could see that although it was still the hole pierced by the drainage tube, the tip of the blood vessel was a little tilted, and it was directly inserted into Wang Xiaomei's heart.

But it is very strange that since Wang Xiaomei's heart was pierced, no blood flowed out. In the display, Wang Xiaomei's heart was beating. There is blood pressure when it beats, but there is no blood spurting out of the blood vessel, which is unscientific.

Snorted, Hua Jitian grabbed the clothes on his chest. There are three layers inside and out, all of which are scratched and smashed, revealing the left side of the chest and the location of the heart.

Without waiting for Su Xiaoqing and the others to react, Hua Jitian pinched the other end of the blood vessel and inserted it into his heart.

"Hmm. Hua Jitian snorted and frowned slightly.

As Hua Jitian's heart beat strongly, the blood in his heart flowed into Wang Xiaomei's heart.

Su Xiaoqing took off her mask, revealing a beautiful face, she pursed her lips, her eyebrows trembled slightly. What Hua Jitian did, she seemed to have heard of, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it.

The other doctors or nurses have long been messy, they don't know the intention of Hua Jitian's move, is it just for blood transfusion?

Hua Jitian's technique of inserting a plastic tube into his flesh and blood with his bare hands was already incredible.

When they looked at each other, Hua Jitian's blood continued to flow into Wang Xiaomei's body.

A few minutes later, Wang Xiaomei suddenly moved.

Then, she slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Hua Jitian.

"Brother Jitian. Wang Xiaomei's voice was weak, but it was full of intimacy and warmth, which was the feeling of life and death. For mobile phone users, please browse M. Reading for a better reading experience.