Ye Fan fought many fierce battles and took care of everything every day. Murong Yanran was always embarrassed to come and cause trouble.
It's just that now Murong Wuxin is really at the critical point of life and death. If he doesn't get effective treatment, he will die.
And all the domestic and foreign experts she invited were helpless, and even Xiong Country's 'Xiong Jiudao' didn't dare to take a gamble.
So Murong Yanran could only bite the bullet and come to beg Mark.
Ye Fan didn't hesitate and quickly got into the Ferrari and left.
He just wanted to see how Murong Wuxin was doing.
Half an hour later, Ye Fan and Murong Yanran arrived at the hospital.
"The location where the bullet is stuck is too sensitive, making it difficult to operate."
"But if the surgery is not done quickly, the blood vessels and heart arteries will not be repaired, and the bleeding will continue."
"But if you operate and the patient is slightly stimulated or his hands shake, the heart may be damaged."
"And who can do this world-class surgery?"
"Damn it, time is running out and you don't have any confidence, so let me, Xiong Jiudao, take a gamble."
When he walked into the patient observation room, a group of famous Chinese and foreign doctors were discussing over a dozen photos of injuries.
Ye Fan glanced at the wound and basically understood the situation.
I don't know whether the sniper's bullet was too weak or the bulletproof glass was too strong. The bullet did not penetrate Murong Wuxin's body after it hit him.
A small bullet hit Murong Wuxin's ribs below his heart.
Broke a rib and got...stuck.
The warhead was not only stuck in the broken bone, but also entangled in many blood vessels, and was only a few millimeters away from the heart.
This not only left Murong Wuxin's life hanging by a thread, but also made the operation full of great danger.
But compared to the danger of old Murong, Ye Fan was more interested in that small warhead.
He stood in front of a photo, examining it with interest.
He scrutinized the speed and trajectory of the warhead and felt that the warhead was positioned lower.
If Murong Wuxin hadn't tilted forward when he was attacked, the bullet would have passed through his lower abdomen.
Seeing Ye Fan staring at the photo, Murong Yanran took a step forward:
"Master Ye, are you sure you can save my grandpa?"
Her eyes were full of expectation and her voice was trembling.
Although the injury was difficult, it was a piece of cake for Mark, but he didn't carelessly say it was no problem.
"It's a bit tricky, I'll study it further."
Instead, he looked at the photo and smiled lightly:
"This sniper is also a talented person. One inch up can kill someone, but one inch down can pierce the abdomen with a bullet."
"Why did he get such an injury that was neither up nor down?"
Ye Fan sighed: "I am so wise and powerful, but I can't tell whether he wants Mr. Murong to die or whether he wants Mr. Murong to live..."
Murong Yanran's eyelids twitched and she opened her small mouth to speak.
"It's not good. The patient's blood supply is insufficient and he has cardiac arrest."
At this moment, a monitoring nurse rushed out of the ward and shouted.
Murong Yanran trembled and shouted: "Quick, doctor, save my grandpa quickly."
Several doctors rushed in to rescue him.
Although Murong Wuxin's heartbeat soon resumed, the situation became more serious.
Without the operation, Murong Wuxin might not be able to see the sun tomorrow.
Faced with the latest compiled data, dozens of experts frowned and didn’t know what to do.
After rescuing Murong Wuxin, he became famous and received a reward of 100 million.
But equally, if you die under your own scalpel, even if you are not legally responsible, your medical career will be ruined.
"Don't hesitate, don't think about it, Miss Murong, I'll do the surgery, otherwise your grandfather will die soon."
Just when Ye Fan was about to speak out, a burly Xiongguo man stood up from the corner:
"But I have a ugly saying ahead of me. I saved Mr. Murong. I don't want you to have 100 million, just 10 million."
"But if you die by my sword, don't blame me."
"Ok, deal."
He yelled at the top of his lungs: "Come on, come on, bring me a bottle of vodka. I'll start after I drink it to feel refreshed."
Several assistants scrambled to find vodka.
Murong Yanran and others were speechless for a moment.
Ye Fan glanced at the other party curiously.
Then he remembered what Murong Yanran mentioned about Xiong Guo Xiong Jiudao on the way.
A very famous but very rough surgeon.
He is very famous because he specializes in challenging various difficult surgeries and has saved many patients whose lives were hanging by a thread.
Brutality means that his knife skills and style are very arrogant. There is no care at all during the operation, but he is as aggressive as killing a pig.
The most speechless thing is that he drinks a bottle of vodka before the operation.
I just don’t know if he is refreshing or emboldening.
"Forget it, I drank a bottle ten minutes ago, and now I'm still a little drunk, so I can do the surgery."
At this moment, Xiong Jiudao twisted his neck, carried a box, and rushed into the operating room with others.
It seemed that in order to reassure Murong Yanran and the others, or maybe he didn't care about the small details, he didn't even close the operating door.
Everyone in the observation room can see the operation at a glance.
Xiong Jiudao also quickly put on a mask and gloves to perform surgery on Murong Wuxin.
The other experts were shocked when they saw this and shouted: "Xiong Jiudao, you can't mess around, it's very dangerous."
Murong Yanran's body trembled and she shouted: "Mr. Xiong Jiudao, wait a minute, wait a minute..."
"Wait a minute. If you wait any longer, your grandpa will burp."
Xiong Jiudao ignored Murong Yanran, opened the box and pulled out a sharp knife.
Murong Yanran begged and looked at Mark.
Just seeing Mark's silence, she thought that Mark was not sure of saving anyone either.
At that moment, she could only turn around, look at Xiong Jiudao and shout: "Mr. Xiong Jiudao, my grandfather must..."
"Don't bother me!"
Xiong Jiudao impatiently stopped Murong Yanran and the others, and then took the medical assistant to start the operation.
Murong Yanran couldn't bear to watch.
The other experts stared at Xiong Jiudao's every move.
In addition to being curious about whether Xiong Jiudao saved people or killed them, he also wanted to see his rough style.
It's just that after watching it for a while, everyone couldn't stop looking at it.
Uncle, it's too rough, too barbaric, too crazy.
Xiong Jiudao didn't have the caution of a doctor at all, and was completely disemboweling him violently.
Knives fell one after another, and blood spattered from each knife. The sharp knife and the scalpel often collided, making a clanking sound.
People who don't know, really think that Xiong Jiudao is killing pigs.
"Didi didi——"
Just when Xiong Jiudao was going all out, the instrument alarm suddenly sounded harshly.
An assistant said in a trembling voice: "No, there's heavy bleeding."
Another nurse followed up and said: "All body functions have dropped off a cliff..."
"Holy shit, the operation failed."
Xiong Jiudao glanced at the instrument data and couldn't help but uttered a curse word:
"I lost."
Although it was just heavy bleeding, he had just picked up the bullet and had not bypassed the blood vessels and heart vessels. He had no time to find the bleeding point and stop the bleeding.
After clipping out the bullet, Murong Wuxin died of excessive bleeding.
If you try to stop the bleeding, the bullet will accidentally tear the heart and blood vessels.
Let other experts come to help. First, it is difficult to make a difference if you are not familiar with his methods. Second, no one wants to be covered in mud at the moment.
So Xiong Jiudao knew that his operation was going to end.
I am afraid that my reputation will be ruined just like this.
Upon hearing Xiong Jiudao's words, the experts present fell silent for an instant.
Murong Yanran also looked desperate: "Grandpa——"
"Swish swish——"
At this moment, a figure flashed away.
Ye Fan arrived at the operating table in an instant and put on gloves.
Then, he thrust his left hand into the open wound on the patient's abdomen.
Seeing this scene, all the doctors present were shocked.
Is this a straight-up murder?
Xiong Jiudao also stared at the young man in front of him dumbly and said angrily: "What are you doing?"
"Excellent surgeons, haven't you ever learned to stop bleeding with your bare hands?"
Ye Fan's voice was indifferent:
"I stopped the bleeding, you continue the operation..."
