12. My life is honor

With a bang, the surgical gown on Chen Sen's body was forcibly ripped off

For a moment, everyone was stunned.

Looking at the ripped off surgical gown, Chen Sen's pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had been greatly stimulated, and his whole body began to tremble violently.

Enqin secretly said "Oh no", and the first one rushed forward and dragged Jian Ling away: "Doctor Chen's brain nerves are different from ordinary people, and once stimulated, he will go crazy."

In addition to the dean and several college leaders, only Enqin, who has worked with Chen Sen for many years, knew about this matter, and as soon as her words came out, it was tantamount to a bomb, which upset the emotions of everyone present.

The chief surgeon of the Royal Hospital, who actually has mental problems? If this spreads, who will dare to come to the hospital to see a doctor

Chen Sen pressed his back against the door, his teeth chattered up and down, the twitching of his limbs became more and more serious, in order to suppress the madness in his heart, he bit on his arm, refusing to let go.

The skin was bitten and blood spilled out, falling drop by drop.

The bright red color fell into his eyes, which greatly stimulated his nerves, why should he be taught a lesson by a disease-free junior? Why should he be here to receive the strange gaze of everyone? Why should he let himself be hurt?

The injured person should be her, and it should be their group of hypocrites

He suddenly stood up and pounced on Jian Ling desperately

His eyes were red, his face was bruised, and his terrifying appearance frightened everyone, and everyone stepped back, looking for a place to hide.

Jian Ling easily dodged his attack, and Chen Sen, who was empty, knocked down the item rack, and all kinds of surgical instruments fell to the ground with a clatter. He casually picked up the two packs of scalpels on the ground, and threw them at Jian Ling without looking

With an "ahh

The scene immediately descended into chaos, with some screaming, some crying, and others holding their heads and running away.

Nčen, who was closest to the wounded, rushed over and crouched down to examine his injuries, the scalpel three inches deep into his chest, close to his heart, and could be fatal at any moment.

In the confusion, it is not known who opened the door to the emergency room.

When the people outside saw the door open, they immediately leaned over nervously, but they saw a mess. Doctors and nurses were in a mess, someone was lying on the ground dying, his torn surgical gown was thrown on the floor, and in the corner was a bed with a man lying on the bed with a white cloth covering his face......

The young soldiers immediately pushed away the doctors and nurses, rushed to the side of the hospital bed, lifted the white cloth, and the faces of their comrades appeared in front of them.

For a moment, grief silenced them collectively.

Seeing this, the doctors and nurses stepped back, and one of them accidentally kicked the wounded man lying on the ground, and the scalpel instantly sank two centimeters into the chest and deviated several degrees, cutting the heart.

At this time, Chen Sen's mental condition was still in chaos, and if he continued like this, he would definitely cause even more chaos, Jian Lingfei kicked all the knives in his hand with one kick, grabbed his hands, locked them behind his back, and pressed him to the ground.

"Prepare for sedatives"

Her voice was tingling with a chill, not too loud, but with an absolute sense of oppression.

The scene was silent, the doctors and nurses looked at each other, and two seconds later, as if they had woken up, they took the tranquilizer very slowly and injected it into Chen Sen's body.

Chen Sen's body quickly softened, Jian Ling casually threw him to a nurse, and then walked quickly to Enqin's side and looked at the injured person in her arms: "The heart is damaged, the internal organs are bleeding profusely, prepare for surgery immediately"

No one responded.

Jian Ling turned around and roared angrily: "Are all people dead?" ”

Everyone seemed to be pulled by a nervous pull, shivered all over, and immediately turned around to prepare for the operation without saying a word.

The injured were lifted onto the lathe, pushed into the operating room, all unrelated personnel were invited out of the emergency room, and the door was closed again.

The young soldiers gathered around the lathe, looking at their comrades who had died, and there was no one to comfort them or explain to them the reasons for the failure of the operation.

Finally, someone couldn't help but cry bitterly. They are all so young, they still have a lot of great dreams to fight for, they are the most ordinary soldiers of the Empire, and their mission should be to die on the battlefield, not quietly on the cold operating table.

An officer who had just received the news hurried to the hospital, and before he could inquire about the specific situation, he saw such a painful scene.

He stood firm next to the lathe, took off his military hat and gloves, **** together, straightened his waist, and gave a solemn military salute: "The empire is proud of you." ”

The other comrades-in-arms also raised their waists, with tears in their eyes and red eyes, solemnly performed a military salute and shouted in unison: "My life is honor."

Bloody honor is all the faith of a soldier.

The officer chief lowered his hand, his eyes fell on the white coat placed beside the bed, he called a nurse, asked about the general course of the matter, and his expression became thoughtful. He took out his officer ID and said to the nurse: "I'm Huo Hao, can I go to the monitoring room to take a look?" ”

The nurse immediately called her superiors and got permission, and then walked into the monitoring room with the chief, who looked like a big brother next door.

The operation below has just begun, the doctor in charge of the surgeon is a female doctor with glasses, she seems to be a little nervous, standing quietly on the side of the operating table, the operation has not started, her forehead is already covered with cold sweat, she has been involuntarily looking at the girl standing opposite the operating table.

The young girl was the assistant doctor this time, and she was concentrating on preparing for the operation, and most of her delicate face was covered, revealing only a pair of large sea blue eyes.

Just one glance, it makes people think that she is beautiful, and the beauty radiates from her bones.

Cutting open the chest, under the light of the surgical lamp, you can clearly see that the tip of the scalpel has sunk into the heart, and the bright red heart is still beating, and there is a danger of being pierced by the knife at any time.

"Anesthesiologist reports data."

"Heart rate 82, pulse 89, body temperature 39.75 degrees Celsius, low signs of life."

"Plasma, hemostats, blood lines, anesthesiologists are ready to ramp up blood transfusions."

The beautiful girl gave the chief surgeon an encouraging look: "Pull it out diagonally thirteen degrees, the speed must be fast, you can do it." ”

With all the work ready, the surgeon slowly grasped the handle of the scalpel and held his breath.

Everyone couldn't help but slow down the movements in their hands, their eyes fell on the operating table, all the nerves were tense, and it seemed that as long as there was one movement, they would break off with a "snap".