Performing two surgeries at the same time, a precedent that neither of them had ever had, is definitely a joy to be had.

In the distance, I don't know who took the lead, and everyone applauded for the two.

"I think we should go have a drink now!" Professor Chuan Qi smiled and proposed.

"Yes, everyone celebrate!"

“……”

The crowd chimed in.

Pei Yun turned his face lightly to look at Duan Siping, who was still sitting in the chair, and stepped forward to hold his arm with concern.

"Let's go, I'll take you back to your room to rest!"

"I'm fine!"

Duan Siping insisted on standing up, just standing firm.

As soon as it was dark, the man fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Fang Mi and Pei Yunqing supported him in time, and the man did not fall.

Raising his hand to touch his neck vein, Fang Mi frowned and said, "He lost too much blood!" ”

"You go take care of the guest, I'll send him back!"

Zhao Yan took the initiative to come over and hold Duan Siping's arm.

"Yes, you come, I'll take care of him!" Fang Riddle also said.

"Good!"

With so many guests, she can't go unnoticed, and she can rest assured that there is a mystery.

So, Fang Mi and Zhao Yan helped Duan Siping to the guest room together, and Pei Yun walked over to greet the guests.

Take the elevator upstairs and put Duan Siping on the bed.

Fang Yu briefly checked his physical condition for him, frowning slightly.

The man's body temperature was a bit low, and his heart rate was noticeably low.

In total, the operation was not short, but I am afraid that his blood loss has exceeded the standard.

"Zhao Yan, you go to the ship doctor and find an adrenaline!"

"Good!"

Zhao Yan trotted away, and Fang Yu took out the blood vessels and appliances that he had just grabbed from his pocket.

One hand was inserted into his arm, and the other end was pierced into Duan Siping's blood vessels.

Like Duan Siping, Fang Mystery is also blood type O.

It was only because he needed surgery that it was inconvenient, so he asked someone else to donate blood.

Now, Duan Siping has obviously lost too much blood, and if he doesn't replenish his blood in time, he is afraid that there will be problems with his body.

The time was not long, Zhao Yan had already grabbed a shot of medicine and came back, and when she saw his appearance, she couldn't help frowning.

"Mr. Fang?!"

"I'm of the same blood type as him!"

Taking the injection in her hand and looking at Duan Siping's upper arm muscles, Fang Yu sat sideways on the sofa beside him.

"You go and help Yun Qing take care of the guests, I'll take care of him."

"Good!" Zhao Yan stood up, "If you need anything, you can find me at any time." ”

When Zhao Yan left, Fang Mi raised his face and stared at the blood in the blood bag, dripping drop by drop.

……

……

In the blink of an eye, it was already early in the morning.

Duan Siping slept for a while, and his physical state had returned to normal.

When he opened his eyes and saw himself lying on the pillow, he raised his eyebrows suspiciously, and stood up.

As soon as I turned my face, I saw the puzzle that had fallen asleep on the back of the sofa.

Duan Siping's gaze suddenly turned cold.

Walking slowly to the sofa, he quietly raised his right hand, took out the dagger from his body, and pressed it against the man's neck.

The puzzle did not react.

The high-intensity operation, coupled with blood loss, took care of Duan Siping until midnight yesterday, and now he really has to fall asleep.

Duan Siping lowered his eyelashes and stared coldly at the mystery in front of him.

With a little force, he could easily cut the throat of Fang Riddle.

When the time comes, the mystery will surely die.

Gritting his teeth, he jerked the palm of his hand gripping the knife, raised his right arm, and stabbed it hard.

A sharp knife that pierces through the enigmatic shirt.