The Strongest Rebirth: It's not easy to mess with a beautiful wife

After the young doctor entered the operating room, he took over the work from the chief surgeon and began to operate on the scorpion. He already knew a lot about the condition, and he quickly started to use it.

The others continued their work just now and assisted in the treatment.

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

It was a needle smaller than a strand of hair, and the wound had to be magnified several times before suturing, otherwise the naked eye would not be able to see it clearly.

The original chief surgeon stood aside and watched his operation at the moment, and was immediately shocked by the other's superb suturing skills. He was wearing a mask and could not see his face clearly, but judging from the exposed eyebrows, he was only in his 20s .

A general medical student at this age is at most an intern doctor, and he brought one with him, and his suturing skills were so poor that he often had to remove the sutures and sew it up again by himself.

Rough suture techniques will leave scars all over the patient, while superb suture techniques can not only minimize the possibility of scarring, but also be more conducive to wound healing.

But just like not every woman who loves embroidery can become a top embroiderer, not every doctor can have this skill, even after a lot of practice, they can't reach the top. Sometimes it depends on talent, some people are born to eat this bowl of rice.

Obviously, the young man in front of him was a gift from God.

"Plasma is running low, hurry up and prepare." The young doctor suddenly turned his head and said.

"I'll go and notify right away." As he said that, he walked to the side and informed the blood bank to send blood.

"What did you say?" The nurse's voice suddenly rose, "Plasma is gone?"

The young man glanced at her, ignored her, and continued with his hands. He had treated more than half of the broken wound, but the other half of the wound was still bleeding out. If there is no blood supply now, the patient's own blood It won't last long at all.

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

With that said, he left the operating room.

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

Wang Hua spoke first, and asked with great concern: "How is it?"

The chief surgeon said anxiously: "The blood bank said that the blood type needed by the patient is gone, and the last bag has been supplied. If there is no extra blood supply later, it will be over."

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

Before the dean could speak, the chief surgeon frowned and said, "It's too late, the remaining blood bags won't last that long, and when the blood comes from the blood plasma station, I'm afraid the patient...can't hold on anymore."

"Damn it!" Li Sichen cursed.

"Doctor, I'm the patient's brother," Sheng Mingxuan said suddenly, "I'm her own brother, draw my blood quickly."

"That's right, that's right," Wang Hua hurriedly pulled Sheng Mingxuan away, "Hurry up, get ready to draw his blood, I almost forgot about it."

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

"President Li, just wait here, I'll go and see Young Master Sheng." Lu Jiu said.

"it is good."

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

The tourniquet was tightly tied to the arm that was about to collect blood, and Sheng Mingxuan clenched his hands into fists, and after a while, he felt a sense of swelling.

The doctor took out povidone iodine to sterilize him, and after identifying the blood vessel, he stabbed it obliquely with a blood-drawing needle.

Looking at Sheng Mingxuan's tense expression, the doctor thought he was nervous, so he said with a smile: "Young man, you are in good health. It seems that you do not exercise less."

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

The blood flowed down the tube into the blood container, and soon the bag was full.

The doctor took off the needle, took a cotton ball and pressed it on Sheng Mingxuan's needle insertion site, "Press for about a minute."

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

Several people waited nervously outside the operating room.

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

Without waiting for the others to react, Sheng Mingxuan strode directly back to the place where the blood was collected just now, followed by Lu Jiu and the dean Wang Hua.

The doctor who took the blood was a little surprised when he saw several people came back: "What's the matter?"

Sheng Mingxuan sat directly on the stool, stretched out his arm and said, "I don't have enough blood, draw another bag."

The blood-collecting doctor didn't speak, but looked at the dean Wang Hua.

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

"If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me right away." The doctor ordered while picking, he didn't want to see things like saving this one and losing that one.

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

But he still didn't say a word after half a bag of blood was drawn. The doctor kept observing him, and saw that his face turned pale, and asked with concern, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

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

It's okay not to talk, but when he spoke, he suddenly felt a slight dizziness. Sheng Mingxuan clenched his hands on his knees, secretly calmed his mind, and then returned to normal.

The doctor looked at Lu Jiu who was on the side, secretly thought that the two should be friends, and said to Lu Jiu, "Go to the hospital and get some nutritious meals for your friend."

When Lu Jiu heard this, he was about to leave immediately. Sheng Mingxuan pulled him back, shook his head and said, "No, what if the blood is not enough later, I'm afraid it will affect the blood if I eat something."

Lu Jiu stood there awkwardly. If the blood was really not enough, he would have killed the president's wife if he went to get something, and President Li would definitely kill him.

However, he glanced at Sheng Mingxuan, who had an unattractive face, and felt a little tangled in his heart. The force that Sheng Shao pulled him just now was not very strong, and he seemed a little weak.

"Don't listen to him," the doctor said to Lu Jiu, then looked at Sheng Mingxuan and said, "You have already collected 600ml of blood, and a normal person can only take 400ml at most at a time. You have already collected 200ml more, no matter how good your health is , I can't let you continue to draw blood."

Sheng Mingxuan didn't say a word, and shouted at Lu Jiu who moved away: "Don't go, even if you take it, I won't eat it."

The blood collection doctor looked at Sheng Mingxuan dumbfounded, not knowing what to say to persuade him.