Zhang Meixi stretched out her hand to untie a piece of white cloth that was temporarily used as a surgical gown, and there were some blood stains on the white cloth, and the riding clothes on her body were also stained. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoFor ease of movement, the cloak has been removed. It was cold and windy outside, and Young Master Zhou wrapped an army green coat around her.

The coat is too wide, and when it wraps Zhang Meixi, it is like a quilt wrapping a baby.

Just now, on the stage, on behalf of the president, the first shot, Miss Sun is already in the spotlight. But it is obviously not as good as now, and now in the minds of the soldiers, she has probably been promoted to the goddess level existence.

The goddess has magical skills, and there is a peculiar sense of substitution, as if each of them has the possibility of substituting into the position of Shi Xiaoyan, the taste of blood boiling, so that every officer and soldier's chest is hot, and their faces are also hot.

Covered in blood, for officers and soldiers, it is like a ribbon and medal for military merits, and it is a precious glory.

Amidst wave after wave of cheers, the Overseer of Stone Yama pounced:

"Okay, right? Okay, right? ”

Zhang Meixi stretched out two hands to help him:

"There are still twenty-four hours of observation, General Shi will go and rest first."

Major surgeries, which have not yet passed the dangerous period, can neither promise too much to the family members, nor can they directly tell the truth, causing them too huge psychological burden.

A hundred years later, in order to prevent medical disputes, a large number of "Critical Illness Notice" and "Surgical Risk Notice" are always put out for family members to sign.

In the era of the Republic of China, everything was simple, on the battlefield, the situation was in crisis, and there was not much time to be verbose. Facing the King of Stone Yama, Zhang Meixi felt that she had not strictly followed the medical procedures, and she was still a little weak-hearted.

She has also always insisted that she is just a pharmaceutical engineer and that her surgery is mediocre.

The president also waved from the sidelines and said:

"Send General Shi to rest and find the best military tent!"

Of course, the king of stone hell disagreed, and rushed to the temporary operating room. Zhang Meixi pulled him a little anxiously:

"The wounded are not suitable to be disturbed now, and it is harmful for General Shi to stay inside."

The king of stone hell had already grasped the curtain with one hand, turned to look at the little girl, and in the midst of the bursts of cheers, he struggled for a moment, and decided to follow the arrangement of the professionals.

Several of the guards received orders from the President and escorted King Shiyan back to the President's tent.

The president's military tent was just an ordinary one among all the tents, and it was no different from the surrounding ones, but because it lived in the president, it was recognized as the best military tent.

In fact, the most conspicuous thing is the military tent of President Gao, the remains of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, in addition to leaving a large white marble viewing platform, there are also four bronze cannons.

The emperor of that era also had some romantic feelings, and the four bronze cannons were divided into "Shenwei General", "Shenwei Second General", "Shenwei Third General" and "Shenwei Fourth General".

They are all obsolete products from more than 100 years ago, and the modern army naturally looks down on them.

Principal Gao said:

"These are also antiques, and they have the meaning of souvenirs."

He was not allowed to throw it away, so he placed it around his military tent, and tied some ribbon decorations, which looked eye-catching.

In addition to the temporary surgical tent, there are also many military doctors around at this moment, and in this garrison, the ratio of military doctors is very high, vaguely mixed with some foreigners with high noses and deep eyes.

The few who were able to enter the surgical tent were the masters who were pushed out by the public. The surgical methods of the masters still made Zhang Meixi break out in a cold sweat.

The low-handed people are also very self-motivated, and at the moment they are gathered outside, noisily, and ask Miss Sun of the president's family for advice:

"The liver, pancreas, spleen, lungs, kidneys, the smell of these internal organs is different, we all know it, but how to distinguish it. Can Miss Sun come up with a tutorial? ”

Zhang Meixi shook her head:

"The specific situation is very complex, and there is no way to write a tutorial, which requires a lot of practical experience."

Distinguishing smells is very restrictive, it takes experience and talent, and those who can do it are simply one in a thousand.

The military doctors were a little disappointed:

"This must be Mr. Shandong's secret that is not passed on, and it is reasonable that Miss Sun of the President's family can grasp it. I don't think I have a chance to apprentice. ”

Zhang Meixi continued to shake her head:

"It's useless to learn, it's a skill that needs to be eliminated, modern medicine uses a lot of drugs, and most of the smell is destroyed. The good news is that ultrasound machines will soon be developed to assist you in surgery. ”

The medics' eyes lit up:

"B-ultrasound? Listening to the name, is it similar to an X-ray machine? ”

In fact, even busier than the military doctors were the reporters accompanying the army, who were confined to seven meters away, set up giant cameras, and took pictures of Miss Sun of the president's house.

The inside and outside of the operating tent are still busy, Shi Xiaoyan has lost nearly 80 percent of his blood and exchanged blood, and the work of blood transfusion is still continuing, and the curtain of the tent is lifted from time to time, revealing the figure in the green robe inside, and some reporters scream, claiming to have photographed the legendary Mr. Shandong.

Especially when Shi Xiaoyan recovered as before, this story was vividly interpreted into countless versions.

Xiao Tao and Apricot angrily separated the crowd of onlookers, and with the cooperation of Young Master Zhou, they took the eldest lady out of the audience's layers of encirclement and walked to a wide marching tent.

After a simple wash, Apricot commanded the maid to bring a bunch of dresses.

Zhang Meixi was surprised:

"Why are there so many?"

Apricot replied:

"It's all prepared by Miss Huang."

Zhang Meixi nodded, and pointed to a few pieces of the simplest light blue short jacket and long cotton skirt, with a low-key dark blue headpuff on the outside. Now she's a little repulsed by red.

When I went out to see Mrs. Zhang again, there was no Miss Sun present just now, and the atmosphere of the whole hunting ground was much calmer. The President announced that the feasting and hunting continued. The group of the army has a strong personality, not to mention that one person is accidentally injured, even if the corpses are all over the ground, it does not affect their eating and drinking.

The figure of Miss Sun of the President's family reappeared, once again causing a low exclamation and discussion, which was the focus of almost all eyes.

A few Miss Huang walked a few steps briskly and went down the steps of the platform to greet her.

"Cousin, it's been a great job."

Zhang Meixi bowed slightly, and her consistently cold voice brought a lot of heat:

"My cousins have worked hard, and the clothes are suitable."

A Miss Huang stretched out her hand and pulled her:

"We really felt a bit hard at first, and it took a lot of thought to prepare your dress."

Another Miss Huang rushed to the interface:

"But compared to my cousin's hard work in medicine, it's nothing at all."

Miss Huang put a lot of effort into Zhang Meixi's dress, not only wanting to show the slenderness of her waist, but also thinking that the princess of a big country should still be gorgeous and heavy, but in the end, she couldn't decide, so she made a lot of different styles.

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The stupid author is still in a difficult and difficult long-distance trip, thank the little angels of the monthly pass and the little angels for rewarding the love, try to update it, but I dare not promise or fake it, so as not to disappoint the little angels. (To be continued.) )