Rebirth Mission

Outside the operating room.

Leng Hongwen hugged the crying Lan Shu and tried to comfort her, fearing that something might happen to her too.

Leng Gongze felt regretful and annoyed. Why didn't he be more careful? He had avoided premonitions so many times before, but why was he so careless this time? !

We've clearly noticed that Jing'er is acting strange, so at least we could check a few more buildings around here!

Leng Jiaojun's eyes were gloomy, even though the murderer had been caught, he couldn't relax at all. It was his duty as a policeman to make the murderer confess and be punished, but now, he just wanted to crush the beast with his own hands to avenge the little girl!

Leng Zhengrui's clenched fists kept making creaking sounds, his arms were shaking, and he kept taking deep breaths to dispel the panic in his heart. Jing'er was crying out in pain... She actually cried out in pain... How painful must it be...

Xu Weiliang took off his glasses, and the sharpness in his eyes was no longer hidden. Prison really saved some people. He couldn't go in and teach them a lesson in person, so he could only sit and wait for the court's decision.

But before that, it would be reasonable to issue a mental examination report to the criminals. Those sentenced to death would be given a lighter sentence, and as for those who have hurt Jing'er but have not been sentenced to death, they should be sent to another place.

Shen Junsi's eyes were sinister, he was filled with anger with nowhere to vent, and at the same time he was afraid. He had lost his mother, and he finally met Jing'er, how could she leave him too!

Then who else could he show his vulnerable side to? He had to pretend to please others outside and take off the mask. He just wanted to chat with Jing'er and talk to her about his troubles, and get some sunshine.

If Jing'er died... No, his sun couldn't set! He still wanted to watch Jing'er shine in the future!

Li Zhi stared at the door of the operating room in silence. He knew about Yin Ci's affairs. When he learned that Jing'er had caused the high-ranking leader to fall flat on his face, not only was Yin Ci gone, but the entire gang was wiped out, he was very impressed.

He also knew the arrested murderer. After all, people who are in the same gang would know each other even if they have never met each other.

Codenamed 'Si', he is called 'Fourth Brother' by others. He is an excellent sniper but has a small body.

Tsk, you are just a piece of trash who only dares to launch sneak attacks!

Operating room.

Considering Leng Shangxu's mood, he was not the main surgeon, but assisted as a Chinese medicine practitioner this time.

The bullet has been removed, but it has damaged the aorta and nerves and is close to the heart. The electronic monitor has sounded an alarm and the gaps between the heart rate lines have increased.

If the delay continues, not to mention the slim chance of saving her life, even if the probability is broken to one in ten million, Leng Yujing might have to lie in bed forever, and it would be a question whether she could wake up.

Zhang Ping hesitated again and again: "Doctor Leng, give up."

Leng Shangxu raised his eyes and glared at him, his eyes filled with anger.

Zhang Ping frowned, feeling very sorry.

"You should know best how serious the situation is."

Zhang Ping glanced at the nurse next to him, and the nurse walked out with a document.

Leng Shangxu stared at the nurse's back and did not say anything to stop her.

He knows how serious it is...

he knows! ! !

The door of the operating room opened and everyone gathered around.

When I saw the critical illness notice handed over by the nurse, I was dumbfounded.

"Impossible! There's no way Second Brother can't save Jing'er!"

"I don't care about the critical illness notice! Tell Leng Shangxu that if Jing'er can't be saved, I don't have him as my son!"

Lan Shu leaned in Leng Hongwen's arms, crying until she had no more strength left: "Jing'er saved so many of us, can't all of us save Jing'er..."

Nurses often see such scenes and patiently calm everyone's emotions.

"It's just that the patient's condition is not very good and the family members need to be notified. And the surgeon this time is not Dr. Leng. Please calm down, family members."

Leng Gongze, Xu Weiliang, Shen Junsi and Li Zhi have already contacted all the famous experts in the medical field. The four of them have called almost all the professors, and they are all on their way.

Jing'er's condition was reported to professors in the medical field. Several of them said that Jing'er's will to survive was not strong and her situation was actually very bad.

But it hasn't been long since the critical illness notice was sent out. Could it be that Jing'er really can't hold on any longer...

Leng Gongze took the critical illness notice and Leng Jiaojun clasped it with one hand.

Their eyes met, and the same emotion was in theirs.

Reluctant, sad, grief-stricken, and powerless.

They all knew that if they signed, Jing'er might not be able to get out.

But if she doesn’t sign, can Jing’er come out?

If there is no other way, at least it can make Jing'er suffer less.

Leng Jiaojun moved his hand away inch by inch, and finally took a look at the little girl's name on the critical illness notice, then turned around to stop his excited father and fourth brother.

Leng Gongze looked at the 'family members' signatures'.

I have signed documents for so many years and written my name countless times, but at this moment I don’t know how to write my name.

"Clap."

A tear fell on the critical illness notice, blurring the crooked signature.

She closed her eyes and lowered her head, and all she could think of was Jing'er's lively figure spinning in front of her at Leng's house in the morning.

She was wearing the dress she had bought for herself and exquisite jewelry.

She smiled so happily and dressed so beautifully.

In just a few hours, she was in the operating room waiting for the countdown to death.

Today is her birthday and she hasn't even had a bite of cake.

Jing'er...can you hold on a little longer...

Leng Shangxu in the operating room did not give up. He kept using acupuncture to maintain Leng Yujing's vital signs. He was also directing Zhang Ping. It was very difficult to repair the blood vessels and meridians that were broken by bullets.

Looking up at Jing'er whose face was pale, Leng Shangxu pressed the Hegu point between his fingertips, forced himself to calm down, and took a deep breath.

"let me."

"You..." Zhang Ping wanted to stop him. When Leng Yujing just pushed in, Leng Shangxu was so panicked that his hands were shaking. How could he be allowed to perform the surgery in that state?

But after the critical illness notice was sent out, he seemed to calm down again and gave clear and organized commands, but if you listened carefully you could still hear a faint tremor in his voice.

Leng Shangxu's skills are several times stronger than his. This kind of delicate operation requires Leng Shangxu to be very careful even in his normal state, let alone now.

But when he saw those eyes, Zhang Ping gave up his seat.

His eyes were calm, without any panic.

Has he adjusted his condition?

Leng Shangxu calmly began to connect the blood vessels. The one that was broken was the one connected to the aorta, so not only did he have to be steady, but he also had to be fast enough.

The nurse came back with the signed critical illness notice and was about to speak when she was stopped by Zhang Ping.

Since Leng Shangxu took over, the situation of the electronic monitor has stabilized and the alarm has stopped.

No one spoke in the operating room. Everyone was busy with their own work.

The numbers on the electronic clock keep changing.

Leng Shangxu took over the surgery at 45 minutes. When the number turned to 45 again, the broken blood vessels and meridians were reconnected, which was considered half successful.

The following procedure has a very low error tolerance rate and can be performed by interns.

Jing'er will be fine...