"What? Old Zhong, you asked him to use the needle? Chen Hanqing's face wrapped in a mask and hat, only a pair of eyes were exposed, and he looked at Zhong Zhenguo, and then at Yan Murong - he couldn't have imagined that the young man he had just regarded him as an apprentice suddenly changed places with Zhong Zhenguo?

"No, no, what's the joke, Principal Chen, this is Director Yao, not a guinea pig, how can you let a young man mess around?" As soon as Chen Hanqing's words fell, a voice an octave higher than him sounded.

Looking at the voice, Yan Murong found that it was a man who was holding a bag of plasma and preparing to hang it up, and he was also tightly wrapped in a mask and hat, so that he couldn't see his appearance, but listening to the voice, Yan Murong could also tell that this man was about fifty years old.

"Vice Principal Tang, be quiet." Chen Hanqing glared at the man who spoke a little angrily, and then turned his head to look at Zhong Zhenguo. "Old Zhong, are you sure you want to let this young man do it?"

"Sure." Zhong Zhenguo nodded seriously. "He's got better stitches than I do."

"Okay." Chen Hanqing is not an indecisive person, besides, Zhong Zhenguo is his classmate, and he is also his hair, the two have known each other for almost 70 years, and his trust in Zhong Zhenguo is very high.

It's just that after graduating, Chen Hanqing chose to stay in school and became the principal a few decades later, but Zhong Zhenguo couldn't stand the constraints of this system, but set up his own door - but this did not affect the friendship between the two, in their spare time, the two would also sit together, soak in a pot of good dragon wells, and then talk about the shortcomings of their parents together, or recall the joys, sorrows and sorrows that the two experienced together when they were young.

Yan Murong didn't say a word on the side, and a pair of eyes swept over the three old men.

This lineup is really big enough, a bureau chief has surgery, and even the president and vice president of the University of Chinese Medicine have been invited - Yan Murong also understands, after all, this is Yanjing, the capital of China, and the political center.

There is a good saying -- when you arrive in the capital, don't talk about your official university, a billboard on the street overturned to the ground, smashing down ten people, nine of whom are some kind of department chief or something.

Yan Murong thought, if his grandfather is sick, I'm afraid no matter how big the lineup is, he will be able to get together.

"Young man, you can do it, since Lao Zhong believes in you, I also believe in you." Chen Hanqing looked at Yan Murong and said in a deep voice. "If you need our help, just ask."

Yan Murong didn't speak, he nodded very seriously, he admired this Principal Chen very much.

Not to mention who is lying on the operating table, even if it is an ordinary person, a doctor will not allow a guy who does not even have a medical license to go to the operating table, if the operation fails, this responsibility is very great.

The reason why he chose to believe in Yan Murong is that he believes in Zhong Zhenguo and his best friend who has known him for most of his life.

Taking a long needle handed over by Zhong Zhenguo, Yan Murong disinfected it with alcohol cotton while looking at the chest cavity that had been opened.

An artery on the left side of the heart ruptured, and the bleeding has not stopped, and the patient has to continue to pump blood to maintain the patient's heartbeat.

The brace was still in a tray on the operating table, and because of the sudden change, there was no way to fit into the patient's chest.

After detoxifying the silver needle, Yan Murong did not immediately put the needle, but clamped the silver needle with two fingers, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhong Zhenguo and Chen Hanqing were about to go crazy in a hurry-this guy, why was he in a daze at this time? Don't you know that if you delay for a second longer, you will have less hope for people?

Not to mention Zhong Zhenguo and Chen Hanqing, even a few little nurses who worked hard were in a hurry, looking at the long needle in Yan Murong's hand, they were uneasy - such a long needle, wouldn't it hurt to kill people if they were pierced?

Thirty seconds passed, Yan Murong hadn't moved yet, but fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and a nurse hurriedly picked up a tampon with a signature and wiped it for him, but Yan Murong still didn't move.

Just when Chen Hanqing was about to pull him away, he suddenly stared at the boss with his eyes - he found that the tip of the long needle in Yan Murong's hand actually trembled, but after seeing Yan Murong's focused expression, he forcibly suppressed the thought of asking the truth.

He has been a doctor for most of his life, proficient in both Chinese and Western medicine, and although acupuncture is not as good as Zhong Zhenguo, he is also quite skilled - but he has never seen this young man's technique.

Chen Hanqing thought, could it be that he was nervous?

When he saw Yan Murong's finger holding the silver needle, he dispelled his guess.

Yan Murong's hand was very gentle, and he didn't tremble at all, but the silver needle was shaking.

Suddenly, the silver needle stopped trembling, and Yan Murong's eyes suddenly changed, and the needle fell in his hand, and the long needle pierced directly into his heart.

Yan Murong was frightened by this, not only Chen Hanqing, but everyone on the operating table was shocked.

Is he saving people? Is there a needle in someone's heart to save people -- this is clearly murder!

The little nurses were also terrified to see that the needle was so long that it was stuck in the heart.

Yan Murong ignored everyone's surprised and incredulous eyes, stared intently at the silver needle in his hand, and gently rubbed it.

"Principal Chen, the patient's heart rate has suddenly dropped." A little nurse said in alarm.

"Quick, use atropine." Chen Hanqing hadn't spoken yet, but Vice Principal Tang spoke first.

"Nope." Yan Murong kept moving, and said in an unusually decisive voice.

"You-" Vice Principal Tang suddenly became angry, pointing at Yan Murong and unable to say a word.

"Look, look." The little nurse who had just spoken shouted out again in panic. "The patient's bleeding stopped."

When everyone looked at it, they were surprised to find that the blood that was flowing like a fountain just now was really miraculously stopped.

"Quick, fast, suture surgery." Chen Hanqing reacted first in shock, and hurriedly began to suture the cracked blood vessels.

The reason why I didn't dare to suture just now was because if I forcibly sutured it without more than blood, the blood would open the blood vessels again - at that time, even if the gods came, I am afraid that they would have to attend the director's memorial service.

Chen Hanqing is an authority in heart surgery, and after stopping the bleeding, he quickly sutured it, then put it in the stent, and when Yan Murong withdrew the needle, he quickly sutured the wound - but in this tense situation, no one saw that the moment Yan Murong collected the needle, the heart rate on the monitor returned to normal again.

"That's it." Yan Murong took a breath with a handful of tearing off the mask, revealing a neat row of small white teeth, and after making a victory gesture to everyone with a pale face, he rolled his eyes, aimed at a delicate-looking little nurse and fell.

In fact, he was executed in the operating room, and no one had taken off his mask yet. Yan Murong's target is not the appearance of the other person at all, but the size of the chest under the surgical gown.

I'm tired like this, don't you have the right to find a softer and bigger pillow?

ps: More than 10,000 words a day, students, send flowers!