After the young doctor entered the operating room, he took over the work of the chief surgeon and began to operate for Jiang Li.

The others continued what they had just done, assisting in the treatment.

Looking at the blood vessels that had been almost shattered by the impact of the bullet, he frowned, took the needle and thread and began to stitch it up for her.

It was a needle smaller than a human hair, and the wound had to be magnified several times to be sutured, otherwise it would not be clear to the naked eye.

The original chief surgeon was standing aside and watching his operation at the moment, and he was shocked by the other party's superb suturing skills, he couldn't see his face clearly with a mask, but judging from the eyebrows and eyes that appeared, he was in his twenties.

The average medical student is at most an intern at this age, and he has one with him, and the suturing technique is so poor that he has to dismantle the thread and suture it again for himself.

Rough suturing techniques can leave a scar on the patient, while a sophisticated suturing technique can not only minimize the possibility of scarring, but also facilitate wound healing.

But just like not every woman who loves embroidery can become a top embroiderer, not everyone of them doctors can have this skill, even if they can't reach the top through a lot of practice, this kind of thing, sometimes it depends on talent, and some people are born to eat this bowl of rice.

Obviously, the young man in front of him is God's food.

"The plasma is running out, hurry up and prepare." The young doctor suddenly tilted his head and spoke.

"I'll let you know." As he spoke, he walked to the side and informed the people from the blood bank to send blood.

"What did you say?" The nurse's voice suddenly raised, "No more plasma?" ”

The young man glanced at her, ignored her, and continued his movements, he had already treated most of the broken wound, but the other half of the wound was still bleeding out, if there was no blood supply now, the patient's own blood would not last long.

The middle-aged surgeon who was acting as a temporary assistant hurriedly said, "I'll take a look." ”

With that, he left the operating room.

As soon as he walked out the door, four men surrounded him.

Wang Hua was the first to speak, and said with great concern: "How is it?" ”

The chief surgeon said a little anxiously: "The blood bank said that the blood type that the patient needs is gone, and the last bag has been supplied, and if there is no excess blood supply, it will be over." ”

Li Sichen grabbed Wang Hua and asked anxiously, "Where is the nearest plasma station from here?" ”

Before the dean could speak, the chief surgeon frowned and said, "It's too late, the remaining blood bags can't be supplied for that long, and when the people from the plasma station send the blood over, I'm afraid the patient has already ...... I can't hold it anymore. ”

"Damn it!" Li Sichen cursed.

"Doctor, I'm the patient's brother," Sheng Mingxuan suddenly said in a loud voice, "I'm her own brother, let's draw my blood." ”

"Yes, yes," Wang Hua hurriedly pulled Sheng Mingxuan away, "Quick, hurry up and prepare to draw blood for him, I almost forgot about this stubble." ”

The chief surgeon didn't ink, and hurriedly dragged Sheng Mingxuan away, Li Sichen also wanted to follow, but looked at the closed door of the operating room, and couldn't make up his mind for a while.

"Mr. Li, you just wait here, I'll go see Sheng Shao." Lu Jiudao.

"Okay."

Here, while testing Sheng Mingxuan's blood type, the doctor asked him some routine questions, and after seeing that there were no problems, he began to draw blood for Sheng Mingxuan.

The tourniquet was tightly tied to the arm where he was about to collect blood, Sheng Mingxuan's hand was clenched into a fist, and after a while, he felt a feeling of swelling.

The doctor took out iodophor to disinfect him, and after finding the blood vessel, he took a blood needle and stabbed it diagonally.

Looking at Sheng Mingxuan's tense expression, the doctor thought he was nervous, so he said with a smile: "Young man, you are very healthy, it seems that you usually exercise a lot." ”

Sheng Mingxuan smiled politely, didn't answer, and all he thought about was how Jiang Li's injury was.

Blood flowed down the tube into the blood container, and soon it was filled with a bag.

The doctor took off the needle and pressed the cotton ball on Sheng Mingxuan's needle insertion, "You press for about a minute." ”

The nurse took the blood bag and quickly sent it to the operating room, and Sheng Mingxuan also followed.

Several people waited nervously outside the door of the operating room.

Not long after, the door of the operating room opened again, and the other party said to a few people with a serious face: "There is not enough blood, another bag." ”

Without waiting for the other people to react, Sheng Mingxuan strode directly back to the place where the blood was collected just now, and Lu Jiu and Dean Wang Hua followed again.

The doctor who collected the blood was a little surprised when he saw that several people were back: "What's the matter?" ”

Sheng Mingxuan sat directly on the stool, stretched out his arm and said, "If the blood is not enough, draw another bag." ”

The blood collection doctor didn't speak, and looked at the dean Wang Hua.

Wang Hua nodded at him, and the doctor took out a new set of blood drawing equipment again, repeating the steps just now.

"If there's anything uncomfortable, be sure to tell me right away." The doctor instructed as he picked it, he didn't want to see the thing of saving this and falling that.

Sheng Mingxuan said: "Thank you, doctor, I will." ”

But when the blood was drawn to half a bag, he remained silent, and the doctor kept observing him, and when he saw that his face was two points pale, he asked with concern, "Is there anything uncomfortable?" ”

Sheng Mingxuan shook his head: "No, you just have to smoke." ”

It's okay not to speak, as soon as he spoke, he suddenly felt a slight feeling of dizziness coming, Sheng Mingxuan's hand on his lap clenched his fist, and secretly stabilized his mind, and then it returned to normal.

The doctor looked at Lu Jiu on the side, and secretly said that the two should be friends, so he said to Lu Jiu: "You go to the hospital to get some nutritious meals and come over to give your friends something to eat." ”

As soon as Lu Jiu heard this, he was about to go out in a hurry, Sheng Mingxuan grabbed him, shook his head and said, "No, what if the blood is not enough, I am afraid that eating will affect the blood." ”

Lu Jiu stood in embarrassment, if the blood was really not enough, he would have harmed the president's wife if he went to get something, and Mr. Li would definitely kill him.

However, he glanced at Sheng Mingxuan, whose face was not very good-looking, and was a little entangled in his heart, Sheng Shao dragged him just now, and his strength was not very strong, as if he was a little weak.

"Don't listen to him," the doctor said to Lu Jiu, looked at Sheng Mingxuan again and said, "You have already collected 600 milliliters of blood, normal people can only collect 400 milliliters at a time, you have already collected 200 milliliters more, even if your health is good, I can't let you continue to draw blood." ”

Sheng Mingxuan was silent, and shouted at Lu Jiu, who was moving out: "Don't go, even if you bring it, I won't eat it." ”

The phlebotomist looked at Sheng Mingxuan dumbfounded, not knowing what to say to persuade him.