The anesthesiologist anesthetized the patient, and Qi stood under the light at night, his handsome face was covered by a mask, but a pair of falcon-like eyes revealed an incomparable brilliance.

Picking up the scalpel, after the assistant disinfected Lan Rui's chest, he slashed from the chest to the abdomen.

"Prepare the thoracotomy and prepare the chest expander."

"Give me a sharp knife."

"The microscope is approaching."

Seeing Lan Rui's abdominal organs clearly, Qi Mingye's sharp eyes couldn't help but narrow.

Unlike ordinary human organs, Lan Rui's internal organs are almost all purple-black.

This is chronic poisoning, and it is a manifestation of severe toxicity......

As Lan Jue said, the amount of poisoned person is very good, and it can make people suffer a lot, and they will not die immediately.

How desperate it should be to watch yourself decay day by day, but you have no power to return to heaven?

Qi Mingye's eyebrows twisted, his resolute face tightened, and he stretched out two hands.

"Next, I will first clean up some of the toxins and necrotic cells in his stomach, and then perform a partial gastric organ resection, an ultrasound surgical suction device in my left hand, and a straw in my right hand."

"Surgical pad preparation."

“……”

Commands sounded clearly in the operating room.

A quiet space, only DQ's commands echo in the operating room.

With his instructions, the operation progressed slowly.

Lan Rui's stomach ulcer was so severe that not only did he have to remove the necrotic part of his stomach, but he also had to do dialysis for the stomach he had kept to remove the toxins.

Qi Mingye held the ultrasonic suction device and straw, little by little, repeatedly cleaning up the accumulated toxins and necrotic cells in his body, and after a while, his forehead was covered with sweat.

Before he could give an order, the assistant immediately stepped forward and wiped the sweat from his forehead to prevent dripping from his eyes or the patient's wound.

"Give me the bipolar electrosurgical knife, ready to remove the ......"

took the assistant and handed the electric knife, through the mirror surface of the microscope, the knife was cut gently......

"Master, it's not good, the patient has a heart rate disorder!"

"The high pressure is 70, the low pressure is 50, and the pulse drops very quickly......"

"Intracranial pressure tends to increase......

"Master, if it goes on like this, the patient won't last long!"

“……”

Qi Mingye stood in front of the operating table, heard a series of disordered data, Junyi's face did not have a trace of waves, calm and calm as if all under control, raised his head and glanced at everyone, only to see that several assistants who were panicked just now were silent.

Narrowed his eyes slightly, hiding the heaviness under his eyes.

"Prepare a booster."

An indifferent voice sounded, and the scalpel in Qi Mingye's hand continued to cut the divided area, but the movements were silently speeding up.

It wasn't until the necrotic part was removed that he gently lifted the scalpel and placed it on the tray.

Glancing at the slowing data on the monitor, he breathed a sigh of relief silently......

Good guy, you know you won't be so careless!

"Give me bipolar electrocautery forceps, hemostatic pads, microscope a little more advancement, and now I'm ready to suture the wound."

Di Di –

In the quiet operating room, only the sound of instruments is constantly sounding.

Qi stood in front of the operating table for seven or eight hours at night, and it was not until he stitched up the last wound and put the instrument on the tray that he exhaled deeply.

Stepping back, "The second deputy checks the wound for bleeding, and if there is no problem, notify Team A and prepare for a liver transplant." ”