Qin Yin buried her head on the operating table. She did not dare to relax for a moment. Her hands were steady and light, and she kept switching between acupuncture and scalpel.
The meridians of the human body are intricate.
Qin Yin stood in front of the operating table, with a gloomy look on his face, carefully sorting out the origins of each meridian bit by bit, catching the severed meridians, and suturing them steadily through the microscopic device.
This is a huge project.
It requires the doctor's most meticulous attention and no mistakes can be made.
Time passes bit by bit.
The medical experts of the Shi family in Saudi Arabia stared at Qin Yin's technique with trepidation at first.
She was afraid that she was too young and was just trying to be competitive and use Prince Carlos' life as a springboard for her to ascend to the Saudi royal family.
Qin Si's legs are the greatest contribution to the Shi family's ability to establish a firm foothold in the Saudi royal family.
Each of them is afraid that Qin Yin will ruin the future of their clan if he is not careful.
But as time went by, everyone's eyes turned from panic to admiration, and finally to adoration.
The Saudi Shi family are all global medical leaders, even though they have been completely bought out to only serve the Saudi royal family.
But there are still high-level political and world leaders from around the world who are trying their best to seek treatment from them privately.
The Shi family's medical skills have great influence around the world.
At this moment, some of them already felt that this miraculous and superb method of medicine must be recorded in the annals of history.
So, I recorded the surgery scene in front of me.
The angle of the screen recording is tricky, mainly showing Qin Yin's hands, which are white, tender and slender. Even if they are stained with blood at this moment, it does not affect their beauty at all.
Screen recording time is delayed.
Shi Haifeng, the elder of the Shi family, majors in neurology and is famous all over the world. Although he is already in his sixties, he is still obsessed with developing and solving neurological medicine.
He often discusses neurological treatments with "medical students" from all over the world.
Recently, he also happens to be studying nerve repair methods from a minimally invasive perspective.
Who knows, I was taught a lesson by a little girl today.
Shi Haifeng looked at the screen with more and more excitement.
Qin Yin was wearing a mask on the screen and did not show her face from beginning to end, but Shi Haifeng couldn't help but his eyes were shining with the gleam of worshiping the boss.
And he cut out the most essential treatment part and sent it to his "disciples" who were also obsessed with studying leg nerve repair for study.
Time passes minute by minute.
Minutes, hours, dozen hours...
Twenty-six hours later.
Not only Qin Yin, but also Shi Moqing, who was the one who did it, felt that his spirit was going to wither.
Finally, Qin Yin re-sutured the skin on Qin Si's knees, then steadily moved the instrument away with a pale face, and pulled out the professional silver needle.
Only then was he exhausted and about to fall.
Fortunately, she held on firmly again, her hands were no longer strong, and she felt that these hands were almost no longer her own.
She walked out of the emergency room with empty steps.
As soon as I walked out, I fell into a familiar and generous embrace.
The little girl raised her eyes and looked into Mo Yichen's eyes that were also red, and the dark blue under them was so thick.
Qin Yin hugged his waist, lazily approached his broad and warm embrace, and said coquettishly:
"Ah, whose husband is this? He's almost turned into a giant panda~"
Mo Yichen hugged Qin Yin distressedly and patted the little girl's head comfortingly, knowing what she was most worried about at the moment.
So he said in a gentle but murderous tone: "Yinyin, don't worry, the final has been postponed to tomorrow night."
"We still have a chance."
Qin Yin tilted her head, she knew her husband was reliable.
This kind of thing will definitely resonate with me.
I didn't expect it to be so reliable.
He also bought her an extra day of rest.
However, the total schedule of previous international underground boxing matches is only three days.
How did Mo Yichen let the organizer relent and postpone it for two days?
It seemed that he was aware of Qin Yin's doubts.
Mo Yichen's eyes were careless and somewhat arrogant, and his voice was low and hoarse as he said, "Well, I asked Zhou Xing to poison all the contestants."
"To be on the safe side, all the spectators who have been to the scene will also be given the medicine."
"..." Zhou Xing: Yes, now all the rich kids in Beijing have a collective fever, and they all think there is a "plague".
"..." Qin Yin: Ah, this... is indeed quite safe!
Everyone is treated equally when spraying medicine.
