"This is already the third branch, and if it doesn't work, it will be declared ineffective."

“……”

Miao Ling'er held the needle in her hand, looked down at An Moran, who had lost too much blood and had fallen into a coma, and her hand had begun to tremble slightly.

Gong Shaoming's handsome face turned pale, holding An Moran's hand, and constantly tightened.

"Dye, open your eyes and look at me, don't leave me alone, I can't live without you...... Look at me......"

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

Gong Shaoming's reaction made everyone in the operating room red-eyed.

Qi Mingye's tense chin raised slightly, and he raised his eyebrows to look at Miao Ling'er who was stunned, "This is nervous?" Can't get your hands on it? That's all you can do? ”

He took the needle in Miao Ling'er's hand and pushed all the injections into An Moran's body without hesitation.

Putting the needle on the surgical tray, he turned his head and glared at Miao Ling'er.

"As long as the patient does not give up, the doctor cannot give up, and in the face of his relatives, he must have a heart that is calmer and stronger than the ordinary patient in front of him, because one of your hesitations and timidity will bury their lives!"

"......" Miao Ling'er was stunned.

Qi Mingye walked around to Gong Shaoming's side, "Get up, I need to do cardiopulmonary resuscitation for her, she is not dead yet, you don't have to cry in a hurry!" ”

"She won't die, she won't ......"

"I'll do my best, now, get out of the way!"

Kicking Gong Shaoming aside, Qi Mingye stood in front of An Moran and turned his head to look at Miao Ling'er, who was worthy of returning to his senses.

"Next, listen to my instructions, I will perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation for her in front, and you are responsible for suturing the incision, and the speed must be fast!"

“…… I understand. ”

Miao Ling'er paused and nodded quickly.

Turning her head, she was ready to prepare needles and threads for her, ready to stitch.

Qi Mingye took the electric shock instrument in his hand, raised his head, and his bewitching face revealed a layer of holy light of Ru porcelain under the light.

"How many packets of blood are left?"

"The Gong Family Blood Bank has prepared a large amount of spare blood in advance, and there is no problem with the inventory!"

Qi Ming was stunned for a moment, looked at Gong Shaoming who was leaning against the wall of the operating room, and silently revealed his appreciation.

It was only for a second that he withdrew his gaze.

"Since there is no problem with the stock, adjust the blood transfusion volume to the maximum and switch to manual blood transfusion, and be sure to achieve sufficient blood supply after the patient's heartbeat is restored, and cooperate with the suture operation!"

"Yes!"

In the operating room, the atmosphere changed from solemn to tense.

Everyone was methodical and carried out the work at hand.

Qi Mingye brought the electric shock instrument close to An Moran's chest-

"Bang-"

No response.

"Push it up, do it again!"

"Bang-"

Still no response.

Miao Ling'er took the needle and thread with surgical forceps and looked nervously at the situation on Qi Mingye's side.

Only when Ahn Moran regained her heartbeat and was sure that there were no other problems could she perform the stitches......

"Push the force to the max and do it again!"

The assistant immediately loved the electric volt of the electric shock meter and rotated to the maximum, and raised his head and made an OK gesture to Qi Mingye.

Qi Mingye indifferently retracted his gaze, and the instrument in his hand slowly approached An Moran.

"Don't let the people who love you worry about you, the little guy is so small, she needs Mommy to take care of ......"

"Bang-"

After a loud bang, the operating room quickly fell into a deep depression.

After three seconds, An Moran's ECG still did not respond.