Just as he was about to scold Yang Yifan for staying away from the operating table, Dr. Zhang's heart moved slightly. Now that the old man's death is a foregone conclusion, the current efforts are just to make Mu Yuanhua, who is watching the surveillance, feel that they have really tried their best, so as not to trouble them when the time comes.

And now that Yang Yifan has leaned over, isn't this a better reason or excuse?

Because this idle person entered the operating room, he didn't know how to get close to us during the operation. interfered with our operation, so it caused the old man's regret.

Look, what a wonderful excuse, what a good backbiter!

Thinking of this, Dr. Zhang immediately closed his slightly open mouth, and by the way, he also stopped the other doctors and nurses who wanted to remind Yang Yifan with his eyes, signaling them to treat Yang Yifan as if they didn't see him, and the operation continued normally.

In the monitoring room outside the operating room, Mu Yuanhua looked at the situation on the monitoring screen with a worried face, although he didn't understand what was going on with the operation. But the slightly piercing alarm buzz can still be understood, not to mention that there is also a hospital director by his side, who can explain the operation to him at any time.

The moment he heard the alarm, Mu Yuanhua felt that his heart was about to rise. And at this moment, he had the feeling that a relative of his blood was about to leave him.

It gave him a feeling of suffocation, making him subconsciously loosen his tie, but the uncomfortable feeling of breathing was not relieved in the slightest. Just as he Huo Ran got up from his chair and was about to rush into the operating room to see his father again, he saw Yang Yifan come to his father's side.

Mu Yuanhua's palms slapped together, and a crisp sound sounded in the entire monitoring room. Because he was too emotional, Mu Yuanhua used all his strength to clap his palms, and he slapped both palms crimson.

But he didn't notice it at all, staring closely at the picture of Yang Yifan grabbing his father's right hand on the monitor, and he didn't even dare to blink his eyes, for fear of missing any picture.

When holding the old man's right hand, Yang Yifan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, if only he learned spiritual enlightenment, it must be fun to be able to see the blood bar on other people's heads, right?

In his heart, he was chaotic, but the movements in his hands were not slow at all, and Yang Yifan's two healing techniques were thrown on the old man's body one after another. Because the light effect was turned off, there was no milky white light that was shown to Mu Yuanhua before.

This is also deliberately done by Yang Yifan, because there are so many doctors and nurses on the scene, he doesn't want to attract the attention of these people. What if one of them was some fanatical medical element, who saw that he was so miraculous, indiscriminately shouting for his contribution to the country, while tying himself to the operating table and dissecting him?

Although with Yang Yifan's current strength, he is not as afraid as he was in the hospital when he first got the system. But after all, more is better than less, and this is not a pretending to be a slap in the face system, and it's not necessary to pretend or don't pretend, after all, others also need X to live.

The old man is just an ordinary person, and he is an old ordinary person. According to Yang Yifan's estimates, the old man's situation is at most a novice monster in the legend.

In other words, his HP is very small, no more than 30 points at most, which is equivalent to a monster like a half-orc. Yang Yifan's healing technique can quickly increase his blood volume, but because the current bleeding state is relatively serious, he used two healing techniques, and he can almost reach a relatively safe state under the growth of one and the other.

"Huh, Dr. Zhang, the patient's condition has stabilized?" a beautiful woman suddenly exclaimed, staring at the real-time monitoring data on the instrument with an incredible expression.

Dr. Zhang glanced up at the old man's muscles as he cut through the old man's muscles. Sure enough, although he could feel that the old man under his scalpel was still bleeding heavily, even to the point that it was too big for a strong man to bear. But the miracle is that even so, the old man's condition is still improving!

What happened, why did this happen? Could it be that the goddess of luck was favoring the old man, could it be that the status of the mayor had an effect on the goddess?

Doctor Zhang kept thinking in his heart, of course he wouldn't think that it was Yang Yifan who leaned over to hold the old man's hand. Because that's obviously impossible, it's obviously pseudoscience. A handshake can save people's lives? Don't make a fuss, it's still early, go at night in your dreams.

But now was not the time for him to continue thinking, after all, there was still a disemboweling patient on the operating table. "Don't think about it so much, do your own thing, isn't it just right that the patient's condition is stable, let's hurry up and finish the operation during this time and suture it as quickly as possible." Maybe we can do a miracle today, maybe this patient can really get out of the operating room alive!"

Dr. Zhang scolded the nurse, and then put aside many distractions in his heart and began to do the operation wholeheartedly. After all, he is a highly professional expert professor, and he still has this level of business.

In the following time, Yang Yifan became salty again, because he wanted to create a miracle, Dr. Zhang no longer paid attention to him, and other doctors also paid attention to the old man, and even the beautiful nurses were busy.

Yang Yifan seemed to have nothing to do in the entire operating room, looking west in the middle of the operating room.

Of course, in the place where Dr. Zhang couldn't see, even if Yang Yifan looked around, he was always paying attention to the old man's situation. As soon as he saw that his state was not right, he immediately took another mouthful of milk.

Therefore, even though the whole operation seemed thrilling, and the old man was struggling and hovering on the death line at any time, fortunately, he finally succeeded in completing the operation and suturing the wound.

After the last stitches, the entire operating room burst into cheers. First, the beautiful nurse cried out in surprise when she saw the success of the operation, and then even the old experts had a smile on their faces.

While they were cheering, the corners of Yang Yifan's mouth, who was sitting on a medical box in the corner, also curled slightly, and he finally lived up to his trust. Although the process was a little more difficult, it was still possible to complete the task of Mu Yuanhua.

Seeing that the doctors and nurses were about to leave the operating room, Yang Yifan suddenly shouted to the beautiful nurse. It's just that the voice seems a little weak, and fortunately the doctors have stopped cheering, otherwise the nurse really can't hear his voice clearly. "Sister nurse, can you please help me, my legs are weak and I can't stand up. ”

Yang Yifan naturally consumed a lot of physical strength because of the use of too many healing techniques, and now he is paralyzed on the medical box, and the weight of the whole person is leaning against the wall behind him, otherwise he would have to fall to the ground now.