Qu Ranqing's operation at Union Hospital lasted 14 hours, during which almost all the experts in the eight departments of surgery, internal medicine, brain and orthopedics were gathered.

At four o'clock in the morning the next day, the last surgeon walked out of the operating room tiredly, and the operating light was completely extinguished.

"Doctor, how's the patient doing?" Together with more than a dozen people waiting outside with Tang Zhiyi, they instantly surrounded the young female doctor in the middle.

The female doctor is about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a big melon seed face, even if she is in a coat and her face is full of exhaustion, she can still see that she is very beautiful, and it is the kind of cold eyes that give people a look, which is a representative of gentle and intellectual beauty.

"The surgery was a success, and the amount of blood transfused was more than normal. Fortunately, there was no internal organ damage, only comminuted fractures of the limbs and pelvis. It is expected that he will be out of danger in 12 hours, and he will be released and sent to the ICU immediately. ”

The female doctor's answer was very professional, and then she had to go through the crowd to rest.

At this time, a man in his forties was particularly anxious to block her way, and asked reluctantly:

"Doctor, is Gongzi Qu's face hurt? Is there a risk of scarring? You know, he's an idol who eats with his face! No matter what, you'll have to make sure you're only going to have his face! ”

The female doctor had already passed him, but she paused when she heard the words, and only turned her head after three or four seconds.

Although she still looked calm at this time, the tone of her voice was not very good:

"Falling from a platform of more than ten meters, it is not bad to be able to save a life! You don't ask him about his post-operative care, but you're just worried about whether his face will hurt? You're such a strange person. I'm sorry! I had more than a dozen hours of surgery and I was already tired! Won't accept any questions from you. ”

"What's your attitude? I'm going to complain about you! Qu Ranqing's agent instantly flushed with a red face, choked and shouted at the female doctor's back.

The female doctor put one hand in the pocket of her white coat and waved her other hand casually without looking back.

Obviously, the meaning is to let him feel free.

The people from all walks of life around looked at the agent a little embarrassed, and the agent gritted his teeth and said, "First block the news of Qu Gongzi's injury, and then we will ......"

Tang Zhiyi had no intention of listening to the internal arrangements of the artist company, and knew that Qu Ranqing had already undergone surgery and would wake up in twelve hours, so he turned around and walked towards the safety staircase.

First, she wanted to be quiet, and secondly, if she wanted to inquire about Qu Ranqing's situation, she could also find a way to contact Yan Yubai and ask.

"Ding-dong." Before she reached the safety staircase, a message came from the QQ on her mobile phone.

[Sister of the grass, how can you say that there are such utilitarian people in this world? I had just come out of the operating room to operate on a particularly critically ill man who had accidentally fallen from a platform more than 10 meters high. The family members I met when I went out didn't ask me about his specific operation, but actually asked me if I could save the patient's face. I'm so! 】

Tang Zhiyi was speechless in shock, his fingers trembled, and then he sent a message and asked cautiously: [Shouldn't the patient be an idol? 】

[Not really!] But I didn't see who it was. I'm only in charge of stitching his limbs, and with such a tall cloth covering his neck and above, how do I know what his face is like? But the doctors in the cosmetic surgery department haven't arrived, how can something happen? To these utilitarian people, contempt! 】