Mo Yao and Dong Yilan were rescued from the water in a helicopter, and together with the flying eagle who did not fall to their death, the group returned to Long Xuan's island near Oman. Dong Yilan was too frightened, and choked on the water, and fell asleep on the road, and when she arrived on the island, she was not checked, and the doctor examined her and said that there was no big problem.

Mo Yao was not so lucky, the wound on his shoulder was not a big problem, and the doctor gave him a simple sterilization treatment, but the bullet in his chest did not enter the chest cavity due to strenuous activity, and almost ruptured the pleural membrane, and he needed to be operated on immediately to remove the bullet.

However, this is not an inhabited island, and there are few people on the island, and medical supplies are very scarce, and there is no anesthetic for surgery.

Even if it is the nearest island, it takes at least three or four hours to go back and forth, and I am afraid that the wound will become infected, and the consequences will be even worse.

"You Long Xuan are known for being wealthy, why don't you even have anesthetics on the island?" Beiying asked.

"No matter how rich Long Xuan is, he can't spread anesthetic medicine all over the world." Xiao Qi snorted coldly, "You are the oldest, there is no place for you to speak here." ”

Beiying was about to refute, but Mo Yao raised his hand and stopped him.

"Got a scalpel, right?" Mo Yao asked in a deep voice.

"Of course." Xiao Qi's fingertips turned, and there was an extra knife in his hand.

Beiying saw that the cold sweat came down, which is a scalpel, it is obviously a saber, and he used this knife to operate on people, and he didn't cut people to death.

Zilong sat aside, with an expression that he didn't care about the appearance of a good show, and Mo Yao didn't move, "Since Little Seventh Master said that this is a scalpel, then this knife can be used for surgery." ”

Xiao Qi raised his eyebrows, you know each other.

"Seventh Master." Beiying looked at Mo Yao worriedly, in his opinion, Long Xuan's gang made it clear that they were bullying more and less and had bad intentions.

Mo Yao shook his head lightly and whispered, "They are right, it is impossible for Long Xuan to put anesthetic medicine in all places, it is good to have medicine for disinfection and first aid." ”

Zhang Xian has been sitting on the side silently, his shirt was taken off at sea to Mo Yao as gauze, and now he is wearing a suit, with his son-in-law temperament, there is no sense of disobedience.

The doctor temporarily made a ward from the next room, and the operation needed shadowless lights, and the doctor removed the LED lights in each room, combined them into a large light panel, connected the power supply, and installed them in the ward.

The ward is very simple, and even to detect various indicators of the body, there is only a miniature monitor clipped to the fingertip.

The doctor is a surgeon in Long Xuan, who has rich experience in field combat, and he has done all the operations of Yan zhòng, but this is the first time that the patient can operate without anesthetic.

The hand holding the scalpel trembled a little.

Also for the first time, there were also Fang Zi and Huazi, who were temporarily brought in to pretend to be nurses and serve as assistants to doctors, they were Zhang Xian's subordinates, and the two young men were wearing blue surgical gowns, standing tremblingly by the bedside, staring intently at the scalpel in the doctor's hand.

Of course, the scalpel is a real scalpel, not the saber in Xiao Qi's hand.

The temporary operating room, the temporary shadowless lamp, the temporary hospital bed, the side nurses are all temporary, Mo Yao glanced at the doctor deeply, his eyes were somewhat resigned to fate, and then he took a deep breath and settled down, and said, "Let's start." ”

Seeing Mo Yao's calm face, the doctor suddenly felt a lot more relieved, so he held his breath and prepared to start the operation.

Although Mo Yao had done enough mental construction, when the scalpel fell on his body, the cold touch still shook his heart, and his hands inadvertently grabbed the sheets under him.

The thin scalpel slashed at the skin, there was no too obvious sound, just pain, pure, bitter pain spread across the body, Mo Yao clenched his teeth, and on the temples on both sides, the green tendons burst out.

Blood gushed from the wound, and in a few moments, the sheets beneath him were stained red.

The doctor's two hooks hooked the cut skin, and asked Fang Zi to pull it both sides, so as to leave room to find the bullet that had not entered the chest cavity, Fang Zi looked at the bloody and beating flesh under the skin, and was so frightened that his hands trembled and he couldn't pull the hook, and when he pulled Mo Yao's skin and flesh, he was loose and tight, and every time he loosened it, Mo Yao felt that the pain was lighter, and Fang Zi's hand tightened, and the pain that rose suddenly made his heart beat violently.

The pain of the skin, as if every knife is carved into the bone marrow, is maddening to be sober.

The sweat began to fall drop by drop, and finally became a piece of dew, rolling down, soaking through the bedding under him.

Mo Yao's finger bones clutching the sheets had turned white and were deeply embedded in the bedding, and the cotton sheets had been cut out by him with ten finger holes.

The pain of bone erosion can be imagined.

The doctor was no better than Mo Yao, the clothes on his body were also soaked, there was no ultrasound equipment, the doctor could only use tweezers to go back and forth inside the wound, looking for bullets, every time the tweezers in his hand moved, he felt Mo Yao's body tremble involuntarily.

This kind of surgery, it is false to say that there is no pressure!

Mo Yao's toothache was so clumsy that the doctor was afraid that he would accidentally bite off his tongue, so he took a piece of gauze, folded it into several layers, and stuffed it into his mouth, Mo Yao glanced at the doctor gratefully, and motioned for him to continue.

The doctor wiped his sweat and picked up the tweezers to continue looking.

Dong Yilan woke up and found himself sleeping in a room, looking at the layout of the room, it looked like an ordinary bedroom.

She clearly remembered that she was at sea with Mo Yao, and there was a fierce battle, with bullets and bullets, and there was danger, why did she suddenly run to sleep in her room? Dong Yilan was a stirring spirit and bounced up from the bed.

recalled the scene carefully, and remembered that they were rescued on the plane by Xiao Qi and others. Only then did Dong Yilan calm the wild heartbeat.

What about Mo Yao, isn't he injured? Dong Yilan got out of bed suspiciously, and walked out of the door, outside was a not too long corridor, on the other side of the corridor Xiao Qi, Zilong, Zhang Xian and Beiying were all there, they looked solemn one by one, as if waiting for the judge to announce the verdict of the defendant.

East Elam walked over.

"Where's Mo Yao?" She asked Beiying, and Beiying's enough for Mo Yao had reached the point where the sky was palpable.

"The Seventh Master is doing surgery inside." Beiying's voice was full of worry and heaviness that could not be concealed.

Hearing this, Dong Yilan's heart sank, could it be that Mo Yao was injured too badly and had reached the point of hopelessness? Otherwise, why was Beiying so worried, before she could ask, she heard Xiao Qi say quietly: "He's fine, just take a bullet, at best, there is no anesthetic." ”

"......" the crowd.

You don't take anesthetics, open your chest, take a bullet and try it.

"What do you mean to take a bullet without anesthetic?" Dong Yilan felt that he had just woken up, and his sanity had not yet recovered, so he didn't understand Xiao Qi's words for a while.

"The seventh master did surgery, and there was no anesthetic injection." Beiying replied in a deep voice.

"What?!" Dong Yilan screamed, startling everyone for a moment, and then she was about to rush into the ward. Zilong, who was standing closest to the door of the ward, grabbed her.

"Don't go." By the way, except for Xiao Qi, Zilong is a two-word mantra for anyone, and Dongyilan is no exception.

"Why don't you let me go?" Dong Yilan tried hard to break Zilong's arm, but that arm was as powerful as an iron tong, and he couldn't pick it no matter how he picked it.

"Because no man wants the wolf side to be seen by the woman he likes." Xiao Qi chuckled lightly and broke his words.

No one noticed that Zhang Xian, who was standing on the side, suddenly stiffened his expression when he heard this, and a trace of imperceptible sadness crossed his eyes.

"No, it's not me who he likes." For this, Dong Yilan is still sure, many times, although Mo Yao is looking at her, she can feel that it is actually looking at another person through her.

Although this realization made her heart throb for a while.

She still wanted to go to the ward, but she didn't insist so much.

"Silly girl, my uncle is from here, I believe my uncle." Xiao Qi pulled Dong Yilan, "Sit down here and wait quietly, too noisy is not good for the progress of the operation." ”

Who are you? Everyone cast disdainful glances at Xiao Qi.

Xiao Qi raised his eyebrows, and said in his heart, Lao Tzu is a person who has come over, and you are not convinced...... glanced at Zilong, Zilong was glaring at him fiercely, and suddenly his arrogance was half a cut shorter, and you were not convinced.

Dong Yilan was not in the mood to watch them tease, and sat down worriedly.

The doctor was still looking for bullets in Mo Yao's body, and he tilted his sweaty head to the side, and Huazi immediately took a towel to wipe him off the sweat. At this point in the operation, he has admired the forbearance of the man on the operating table to the point of throwing himself to the ground.

Mo Yao on the bed breathed slowly, and the pain was so painful that at the end, he became numb. Mo Yao looked at the ceiling in a daze, not knowing for a moment whether he was alive or dead, and finally, he heard a crisp sound.

It was the sound of the doctor dropping the bullet into the operating plate, and Mo Yao was stimulated by the sound of metal colliding and woke up from the chaos.

"Well, the bullet was taken out, and it didn't hurt the pleura." The doctor said to Mo Yao almost excitedly.

Mo Yao nodded lightly, and silently said to himself in his heart, Okay, it's over.

He closed his eyes tiredly, tilted his head and fell asleep.

Sterilizing and suturing the wound was much simpler, and in less than ten minutes, the doctor tied the wound on his chest tightly with a thick bandage, he put away the scalpel, closed the operating room, and walked out the door.

Walking outside the door, the cool breeze blew, the doctor's legs were weak, and he almost knelt on the ground, but fortunately, Zhang Xian and Beiying helped him in time.

"Doctor, how is Mo Yao?" Dong Yilan rushed up, regardless of whether the doctor was alive or dead, he grabbed his collar and asked.

"He... He ......, can you give me saliva to drink first?" The doctor gasped for breath, showing that he was overly nervous, and now when he relaxed, his body could no longer support it.

"What the hell is going on with him!" Dong Yilan was in a hurry, so he wanted to rush to the ward, but was pulled by Xiao Qi, and Beiying had quickly brought water and handed it to the doctor.

The doctor took the water, drank a few sips, and then relieved himself and said slowly: "He is not in danger for the time being, but the wound is very deep, and our medical conditions here are too poor, so I am afraid that the wound will be infected." ”

"Then go to a place with good medical conditions! Why don't we go back to City D? Dong Yilan asked anxiously.

"Miss," the doctor said helplessly, "he has just undergone major surgery, he can't move, especially can't fly, and now when he returns to D City, it is estimated that he will die before he walks halfway." ”

Dong Yilan didn't know much about medical knowledge, so he had to ask Xiao Qi and Beiying for help, only to see them nodding one by one, Dong Yilan suddenly seemed to be drained of all his strength, and he was fragile as if he would fall down at any time.

Grief enveloped her like an invisible web.

She stayed in front of Mo Yao's bed, and when it was almost dawn, Zhang Xian came to report that the chairman and his wife had an hour to arrive.