"Dr. Tong, Lu Shao's function is declining rapidly. ”

Dr. Tong looked at Nie Yao, who was standing on the side of the operating table, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Don't care, continue!"

Several doctors agreed, holding various surgical instruments on their blood-stained medical gloves, and even in the room with constant temperature, they were sweating profusely, and from time to time assistant nurses wiped their sweat.

Nie Yao stiffened when she heard the voices of several people next to her, holding Lu Zecheng's hand, and cold sweat began to soak in her palms.

She glanced at Lu Zecheng's body that was undergoing surgery, and quickly skimmed it over, not wanting to look at it again.

Dr. Tong, who was debugging the instrument, noticed Nie Yao's movements and told her in a low voice, "Lu Shao has three gunshot wounds on his body, respectively in the chest, abdomen, legs, and multiple hidden wounds, we must take out all the bullets now, the most dangerous one is the chest, close to the heart." ”

After speaking, Dr. Tong also fell silent, although Lu Zecheng was often injured before, it had never been so serious, if it weren't for his super physical fitness brought by his strange disease, he wouldn't have survived now.

But that strange illness is also an advanced overdraft of the body, and his body is weaker than ordinary people after the end, and it is even accompanied by various unpredictable side effects.

Whether it is weak or relapsed, Lu Zecheng's body can't hold on.

Dr. Tong has been tracking and researching until modern times, and has not developed a specific drug to treat this strange disease.

So the last hope can only fall on Nie Yao.

Nie Yao's eyes darkened even more when she heard Dr. Tong say this.

Her two delicate little hands wrapped hard around Lu Zecheng's big palm covered with small scars, and she didn't care if the people on the operating table could hear it or not, so she said directly: "Sixth brother, I'm right next to you, if you can hold on, when you wake up, we'll be together." ”

Although the doctor next to him was touched that the girl wearing a sterile gown and a mask could say such a thing at this time, they were more helpless, and some doctors even thought that it was too reckless for Dr. Tong to bring a girl in during the operation.

It was only because he was concerned about Dr. Tong's authority in medicine that he couldn't resist his words.

But before the somewhat disgusted doctor could think more, the instrument that had been monitoring Lu Zecheng's various body functions next to him changed.

The assistant who was staring at the machine suppressed his voice and said in surprise: "Lu Shao's condition has improved! If you can keep it, it's no problem to hold on until the operation is over!"

This sentence is like a natural sound for Dr. Tong, he looked at the monitoring instrument in surprise, and sure enough, it was like what the assistant said, Lu Zecheng was still declining before, but he miraculously held on to it, and there was a tendency to slowly rise.

He gently patted Nie Yao's shoulder, "Nie Yao, do you see it, Lu Shao can feel that you are by your side, you continue to encourage him, as long as he can insist on completing the operation, his life can be saved!"

Nie Yao didn't have time to take care of Dr. Tong, just grabbed Lu Zecheng's hand and stared at his face tightly.

Even if the man lying on the operating table was covered in scars and was about to lose his shape, in Nie Yao's eyes, he was still heroic and handsome, and he was still her sixth brother.

Suddenly, she found that Lu Zecheng's eyelashes trembled, and Nie Yao stared at him even more intently.

Could it be that Lu Zecheng, who was in a coma and was anesthetized, could really feel her by her side?

It's a pity that Lu Zecheng's eyelashes only trembled so much, and Nie Yao was a little skeptical that she had read it wrong.

But soon, she knew that she was not wrong at all, because she felt Lu Zecheng move slightly from the fingers of the big hand she was holding.

It was like a tickle on her fingertips, and if it weren't for someone like Nie Yao, who was sensitive to her five senses, I was afraid that she wouldn't have noticed it.

But even such a light touch made Nie Yao sure that Lu Zecheng could really feel her, even at such a life-and-death juncture.

Nie Yao's originally stern expression finally relaxed a little.

Her deep gaze staring at Lu Zecheng's embarrassed face slowly became clear, and her pupils were more like flashing light, full of hope.

She took a slight breath, then clasped her large hand together with force.

There are some things that Nie Yao can't say in front of so many people.

Even Lu Lao or Chen Fang couldn't tell the identities of the two of them in their previous lives, let alone the doctors who operated on them here.

But Nie Yao was worried that Lu Zecheng's improvement was because of what he just said.

Last time Lu Zecheng had an accident, the effect of the kiss was very good, but he is now in surgery.

Nie Yao thought of a solution as soon as he had an idea.

Since Lu Zecheng's fingers can still move slightly twice at this time, it means that his fingers still have feelings.

Nie Yao held his fingertips with one hand, slowly spread out his big palm, and the other slender white little hand stretched out his index finger and lightly tapped it three times in his palm, paused for two seconds, and began to write in his palm.

She writes very slowly, horizontally and vertically, in standard italics, but what Nie Yao writes is not simplified, but the traditional characters used in Dayan.

Nie Yao didn't write poems, nor words, just short sentences.

Those words are straightforward and easy to understand, they are the words that the sixth brother said when he confessed to her when he was Dayan.

The grass grew and the warbler flew, and the already slender girl ran to the slender and straight young man with a paper kite panting.

The tall and handsome young man turned his head and saw that the girl's cheeks were flushed and her forehead was soaked with fine sweat, and he handed her the water bladder in his hand, "But I'm tired, drink some water." ”

The girl shoved the paper kite into the young man's arms, took the water bladder in his hand, opened it, and drank it in small sips.

After drinking, she let out a long breath, and her eyes were crooked with a smile, "Sixth brother, you are so good, I haven't played so happily for a long time, at home, even my mother won't let me go out." ”

The young man smiled and reached out to smooth the sweaty sea from her forehead behind her ears.

"Then A-Yao will follow the sixth brother in the future, and when you want to go out, the sixth brother will take you out whenever she wants. ”

The girl's moist eyes like amber asked with doubts, "Then the sixth brother comes to my house to pick me up every day?"

"If you think of beauty, you have to live in my house. The young man stared at the girl and said this, although his tone was joking, but the eyes that fell on the girl's face were deep and thick.

The girl who was originally ignorant and naïve reacted for a moment, and in an instant, her face turned red, and Nie Yao was not stupid, of course she knew what the sixth brother meant.

But in the end, she just glared at the tall and handsome young man shyly, and didn't say a word of refusal.

This kind of acquiescence made the young man suddenly can't help but clench the paper kite in his hand, and his long, narrow and deep eyes seem to burst out with a light of surprise.