After more than twenty minutes, Ye Feng's vital signs basically stabilized, but due to excessive blood loss for a long time, which caused shock, Ye Feng has not woken up so far.

However, now Ye Feng's life characteristics have gradually stabilized, and he has reached the standard of being suitable for surgery.

In the past twenty minutes, the two doctors were not idle, quickly preparing various medicines and tools that might be needed, and even measured Ye Feng's blood type.

The removal of a shrapnel is nothing short of pediatric for two doctors who graduated from the First Military Medical University.

But through local CT perspective of Ye Feng's wound, they found that the shrapnel inserted into Ye Feng's body directly penetrated the muscle group under Ye Feng's shoulder, and it was only about a millimeter away from the mucous membrane of the lungs in Ye Feng's chest.

There is no doubt that Ye Feng's luck is very good, and he brushes shoulders with death.

However, this undoubtedly increases the difficulty of the operation, because when the shrapnel is removed, the doctor's hand only needs to shake slightly, and the shrapnel will pierce this weak mucous membrane. This will still lead to Ye Feng's lung trauma infection, and Ye Feng's current state is almost an irreparable wound.

Fortunately, when this shrapnel hit Ye Feng, it was with high temperature, so it did not substitute bacteria into Ye Feng's body, so the wound was in its current position, and no infection occurred, otherwise it may also lead to lesions of Ye Feng's lung mucosa.

However, the psychological quality of these two doctors is still very strong, and the two began the operation after discussing the surgical plan.

One of the doctors injected Ye Feng with an anesthetic and used local anesthesia.

After that, the doctor who was in charge of the knife slowly cut Ye Feng's skin along the wound caused by the shrapnel, and then another doctor used pliers to stretch the wound open.

"Attention, I'm going to start picking up shrapnel!"

The chief surgeon took out a tweezer, slowly penetrated it into Ye Feng's wound, and clamped the shrapnel, at this time his movements were very slow, and he didn't dare to use too much force, so he could only slowly pull out the shrapnel little by little.

The process lasted for several minutes, and within a few minutes, beads of sweat had already appeared on the foreheads of the two doctors.

Xiao Ai stood aside, looking at the operation performed on Ye Feng by the two doctors with trepidation, and a layer of sweat was already oozing from his palms.

This surgery may seem very simple, but it is actually extremely difficult.

Finally, the irregular triangular shrapnel was successfully removed.

Before the two doctors could relax, they found that Ye Feng's wound was bleeding profusely because there was no shrapnel squeezing.

Ye Feng, who had already lost too much blood, couldn't lose too much blood, otherwise he would be in danger of permanent shock.

"Plasma, where is the plasma!"

The chief surgeon threw the shrapnel on the plate and yelled at Xiao Ai loudly, he was not yelling at Xiao Ai, he was just in a hurry, and he couldn't help it.

Xiao Ai ran to the place where the plasma was stored, opened the storage device, and found that there was no blood type O, and then said anxiously: "We have run out of blood type O." ”

It was a modified van that could only hold small blood storage devices, and it also had to store four regular blood types, resulting in very little storage for each blood type.

"Who's blood type A!"

The chief knife heard that the plasma was running out, and the situation was urgent, so he didn't allow him to think at all, so he blurted out directly.

"I'm not." Another doctor shook his head, indicating that he was not, and neither was the surgeon.

Under the extreme urgency of the situation, Xiao Ai rolled up his sleeves, stepped forward and said, "I am blood type A, use mine!" ”

The situation at the scene could not be considered at all, because if one more second of delay, Ye Feng's life would be in danger by one point.

So Xiao Ai hurriedly sat in front of the operating table, and another doctor grabbed Xiao Ai's hand, quickly disinfected, and inserted the blood intake port of the blood drawing machine into Xiao Ai's arm.

Along the transfusion canal, Xiao Ai's blood was exported and slowly transported to a closed container, and then the plasma was rhythmically transported to Ye Feng's body by a pressurized pump.

The sudden blood loss made Xiao Ai a little dizzy, but she gritted her teeth and persevered.

The chief surgeon here was not idle, and quickly carried out the blood for Ye Feng, and at the same time as the blood, he also had to deal with the blood in Ye Feng's chest.

Xiao Ai watched her blood flow into Ye Feng's body little by little, and at this moment, she actually calmed down, because she really wanted Ye Feng to survive.

Although as a doctor, her duty is to save lives, but she has a different feeling in her heart when she faces the man in front of her who shows his strong muscles.

This feeling is not a relationship between men and women, but a feeling of admiration.

Because before she came, she had already learned that they were going to treat a soldier from her motherland, and this soldier was thousands of miles away to fight in a foreign country and perform a top-secret mission, so she was so seriously injured, Xiao Ai felt in addition to admiration.

Now that she has the privilege of providing the blood of her heroes to survive, she feels that it is an honorable thing.

Looking at the doctor who was nervously cleaning Ye Feng's wounds, and looking at the dashboard showing that seven hundred milliliters of blood had been drawn, Xiao Ai only felt dizzy now, she had never lost so much blood at one time.

The feeling of weakness flooded her body, causing her to almost pass out on the ground, but Xiao Ai was still gritting her teeth and insisting, he had to hold on until the operation was over.

700 ml, 7330 ml, 750 ml......

Xiao Ai's blood was being drawn out little by little, and the two doctors were now engrossed in cleaning Ye Feng's wounds, and they had no time to take care of Xiao Ai's situation.

Three minutes later, on the verge of Xiao Ai's shock, Ye Feng's operation was finally completed, and the doctor quickly stopped the blood drawing machine.

Glancing at Ye Feng, who was lying on the operating table breathing steadily, Xiao Ai smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, and then fainted in the car.

"Xiao Ai!"

The free-handed doctor picked up Xiao Ai, smashed two sticks of glucose, poured them into her mouth, and then pinched Xiao Ai's person fiercely.

The human body will go into shock when the blood loss is about 1,500 milliliters at one time, but Xiao Ai is a woman, and after 900 milliliters of blood is drawn, there is pseudoshock, which means that this kind of shock is only temporary and will not cause harm to Xiao Ai's body, but weakness for a period of time is indispensable.

Finally, while Xiao Ai slowly woke up, the chief surgeon also completed the stitching of Ye Feng's wound.

"Whew!"

The doctor let out a long breath, took off his mask, leaned against the carriage, and sat down.

Seeing the sound of relaxation, it proved that Ye Feng's current situation had basically stabilized, and he should be out of danger of his life.

At this moment, Xiao Ai felt that his efforts were worth it, and then his spirit relaxed, and he slowly fell asleep with the weakness of excessive blood loss.

After settling Xiao Ai down, the two two doctors then bandaged Ye Feng's wound briefly, took off his gloves, and opened the car door......