Qin Xin shook his head: "It's different." Trust me, it doesn't feel like anything else. The beating of peripheral nerves is a soulless beat, and Xiangxiang's fingertips are emotional, she is hooking my hand, reluctant to let go. She doesn't want to die! ”

Nalan Yejue's eyes were a little solemn: "You mean, she is still conscious?" ”

Real human robots, consciousness has long been controlled by chips.

Only the body is still slowly growing with the supply of nutrients, and consciousness has long been replaced by procedures.

It's already a miracle that people like Matthew and Xiangxiang can awaken very weak emotions that violate the program.

How is it possible that the consciousness is so strong that there is still a line left after death?

Nalan Yejue is a person engaged in scientific research, and this phenomenon that violates the laws of science makes his brows furrow.

Qin Xin was unwilling to give up the last opportunity, so he immediately dialed a phone and went out.

A minute later.

An ambulance roared to the entrance to the parking lot.

A team of professionals wearing first-aid uniforms ran over and bowed to Qin Xin at 90 degrees, and then carefully carried Xiangxiang into the car according to Qin Xin's instructions.

Qin Xin personally escorted Xiangxiang, and Nalan Yejue never left an inch and insisted on accompanying her.

When he arrived at his destination, his eyebrows narrowed.

Imperial Central Laboratory!

The building, equipment, and environment are all magnificent, completely different from ordinary hospitals and laboratories.

Only the Imperial Senior Scientific Research Academician, the eight top scientific research veterans who have won the title of "Imperial Star", have the right to use the laboratory.

Qin Xin directly swiped a card and drove straight in.

She chose an emergency room.

The command staff put Xiangxiang on the operating table and put on a sterile surgical gown.

Someone respectfully handed her a set of surgical equipment.

Nalan Yejue glanced at it lightly, it was still the same set of equipment that she had dedicated to and engraved with the letter Q.

"Go get the artificial heart and the artificial lung." She commanded.

The staff obeyed, seemingly unsurprised, and obeyed her.

Nalan Yejue's eyebrows were raised.

Artificial lungs are worth hundreds of thousands, artificial hearts are more expensive, this kind of thing that temporarily maintains the cardiopulmonary circulation of human internal organs is not only expensive but also rare on the market, even in large hospitals, it is not available to ordinary people.

But she said she would use it.

The little lady's ability to mobilize resources was much more powerful than he imagined.

Soon.

Everything Qin Xin needed was prepared by the staff.

She began to clean up the perimeter of Xiangxiang's heart.

The chest cavity was badly damaged, and the flesh was a mess.

She patiently cleaned up the large blood vessels and connected them to the artificial heart to maintain the circulation and exchange of blood.

Then clear the lungs.

This was followed by other damaged internal organs.

As the blood flowed again, the respiratory system re-worked, and the body's functions recovered little by little, Xiangxiang's body temperature gradually warmed up.

Qin Xin breathed a sigh of relief and began to clean Xiangxiang's head.

The girl's thick long hair was almost scorched, Qin Xin helped her shave it little by little, and then neatly stitched the place where her head was cut by car engine fragments.

Fortunately, the facial features are still intact, but the extensive burns on the skin need to be treated.

Of all the surgical procedures, burns are the top three most laborious.

Qin Xin just stood in front of the operating table, staring intently, and personally operated on Xiangxiang for nearly ten hours.

Nalan Yejue was distressed by her side, knowing that she would not stop persuading her, so she could only hand her a cup of warm tea from time to time and let her drink a little with a straw.

He cut the snack into small pieces and fed it to her with his own hands.

Qin Xin took the time to glare at him: "You are violating the discipline of surgery like this, you can't eat or drink in the operating room." ”

He was reassuring: "Hmm. Eat first, and settle the account after autumn. ”