At this time, the young man persuaded the crying woman.
"Sister-in-law, let's make a decision! The most important thing is to save my brother's life."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, San! You make the decision!" The woman had collapsed on the ground.
The young man named San is only fifteen or six years old, but he has an idea.
He decisively said to Mr. Meng: "Mr. Meng, as long as you can save my eldest brother's life."
"Don't worry, I will do my best." After saying this, Mr. Meng returned to the room.
"Mr. Meng." Tan Ruonan suddenly stepped forward and cupped his hands.
Mr. Meng turned back and looked at the immortal-like young man in front of him.
"This little brother, you have something to do with me."
Tan Ruonan didn't show off, and said bluntly: "Mr. Meng, I can take your hand back, but you won't be able to use that hand with great strength in the future, but you can still take care of yourself. Meng Lao trusts me."
As soon as these words came out, it was like a drop of water falling into a pan of oil, and the whole medical center exploded.
"What are you talking about? Your wrist is about to fall off and you can still put it back on?" Mr. Meng couldn't believe it.
"Yes, you can. Time is running out. I wonder if you can trust me." Tan Ruonan patted the medicine box and looked at the patient's family members.
"This..." The woman had no idea.
But the young man looked at Mr. Meng, cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Meng, look."
You can't blame them for not believing it. The handsome young man in front of them is actually too young.
What stopped them from driving the boy away immediately was the determination and persistence in the boy's eyes.
Mr. Meng did not hesitate, "I am with this little brother, please don't worry."
"Thank you, Mr. Meng, and thank you, little brother." The young man bowed his hands and saluted.
"This little brother, please come inside." Mr. Meng said politely.
Mr. Meng is well-informed, and he is different from the handsome young man at first glance.
He didn't mind trusting him once.
Tan Ruonan and Mr. Meng entered the room, and Tan Ruonan immediately invited everyone except Mr. Meng out.
Tan Ruonan took out two sets of white coats and masks from her small medicine box, handed one set to Meng, and put on another set herself.
Mr. Meng dressed up like Tan Ruonan.
Tan Ruonan cleaned her hands and did not wear disposable gloves. Gloves were different from clothes. The material of gloves was not available in this era.
Clothes are different. Both the clothes and the mask are made of cotton, so it doesn’t look out of place when taken out.
When he was ready, Tan Ruonan cleaned the wound and explained why he did it this way.
The reason why she did not avoid Mr. Meng was because she saw that Meng's Medical Clinic was one of the best medical clinics in the capital.
Moreover, Mr. Meng’s character is trustworthy, so she might still have something to rely on in the future.
What she is good at is surgery. Surgery is a shocking existence in this era.
With such an old man protecting her, why not do it?
In the lobby of the hospital, the people watching the excitement were reluctant to leave for a long time.
Someone recognized Tan Ruonan.
"Hey, isn't that handsome guy the one drawing on the wall? Where's his fan! When did he have the medicine box?"
Because Tan Ruonan looks good, some people pay special attention to him.
"Yes! It's him. It turns out he's a doctor. Is it really okay for such a young doctor?"
"You'll know if you take a look. Mr. Meng is helpless. If he can be cured..."
The man didn't say anything further. It was obvious that if the handsome boy could cure a disease that Mr. Meng couldn't cure, wouldn't his medical skills be superior to Mr. Meng's?
These were just what everyone was thinking about, but no one said it out loud.
The boy at the medical clinic raised his hands and said, "Everyone, I'm sorry, our medical clinic still has to do business. Are you..."
The sensible people immediately understood the meaning of the young man's words, "I understand, I understand. Let's go out and wait."
In order to witness the miracle, no one wants to leave.
If most of the hand that was broken this time could really be put back together, what could be more important than this?
Everyone cheered out of the hospital and waited at the door to find a place to sit, waiting for news inside the room.
Tan Ruonan in the room was always paying attention to the man's changes.
Halfway through the operation, I had to stop.
"This man needs a blood transfusion immediately."
She took out the test paper and measured the man's blood type.
She immediately walked out of the room and said to the young man: "You are the patient's biological brother."
"Yes." The young man stepped forward and cupped his hands.
"Having the same father and mother."
"yes."
"Come in with me." Tan Ruonan didn't want to explain why.
Because time is tight, there is no time to explain too much.
The young man followed Tan Ruonan into the house without thinking.
Meng Lao saw him and asked, "Brother Tan, what are you doing?"
"Mr. Meng, this man has lost too much blood and needs a blood transfusion."
After Tan Ruonan tested the young man's blood type and determined that the two had the same blood type, he began to transfuse the patient.
It was the first time for the young man to see such a magical thing. He saw his own blood slowly flowing into his brother's body.
Tan Ruonan continued to treat the patient's tendons and nerves.
She did not forget to explain blood types to Mr. Meng.
Including why different blood types produce antibodies and why different blood types undergo hemolysis.
Mr. Meng was amazed again and again, "It turns out that human blood has so many things to pay attention to."
The operation took two hours.
Tan Ruonan was exhausted.
Mr. Meng was completely stunned.
When he is old, he can still experience such advanced medical skills.
He admired Tan Ruonan so much.
"It's true that there are people outside the world. I didn't expect you to have such profound medical skills at such a young age."
Tan Ruonan did not forget her form happily.
"Mr. Meng, although the operation was successful, the next seven days will be the real dangerous period."
The young man kept watching Tan Ruonan sew his brother's hand back.
At this time, hearing Tan Ruonan say this, I was extremely nervous.
"Little doctor, will my brother be okay?"
Tan Ruonan comforted him: "Don't worry, I will take a good look at him. I'm afraid your eldest brother won't be able to go home these days until he passes the critical period."
"Thank you, Mr. Meng, and thank you, little doctor. I will stay and take care of you these days."
"Yes." Tan Ruonan continued: "If you give your brother a blood transfusion, it will have no impact on your body. Just eat more good supplements these days, don't drink alcohol, and don't eat spicy food."
"Hey, eh, thank you very much, little doctor."
The young man cried with joy and wiped his tears with his sleeves.
He saw that his eldest brother's hand was fine, not broken, and still there.
Tan Ruonan took out the medicine and handed it to Mr. Meng.
"This medicine is taken three times a day, two pills at a time. It is also an antipyretic medicine. If the patient has a fever, take this."
After taking the medicine, Mr. Meng looked at Tan Ruonan, "You want to leave?"
"I have to go home and come back in a while. If there are special circumstances, remember to give this little brother this medicine."
There are some words that don’t need to be stated clearly, and Mr. Meng will naturally understand them.
Tan Ruonan was thoughtful. She didn't talk about the situation at home, but she was just preparing medicines in case she couldn't get out.
But she still wanted to come out and take care of it herself.
