Chapter 470

"You just went in to see it. To tell me the truth, what's the situation of team Zhou? Is there a play?" Yang Dacheng asked in a low voice.

Qin Han paused, then shook his head with a bitter smile and said, "it's hard to say. Everyone's life is different, and his luck can be good or bad. Maybe he can survive..."

"What do you mean maybe..." Yang Dacheng frowned and said, "there's no one here. I know your medical skills. If you say you can be sure, there's still hope. If you say you can't..."

"What's the difference?"

Qin and Han Dynasty looked at Yang Dacheng and said, "I'm a doctor, not an immortal. I only know to look at the things in front of me and predict the future. I can't do it and won't do it!"

After being offended by the Qin and Han Dynasties, Yang Dacheng couldn't help rolling his eyes. He couldn't help looking at the Qin and Han Dynasties. He thought silently that the boy seemed a little wrong. What's more, whether he was the director or this guy was the director

Watching Wang Quan'an, Zhang Ding and others enter the operating room again, the Qin and Han Dynasties were somewhat helpless, but they didn't say much. Now the only thing he can do is to pray for Zhou Xuegang and hope that he can get through the difficulties smoothly.

However, the problem lies ahead. How can we get through the difficulties?

It's not that he despises Wang Quan'an, but that Wang Quan'an can't have a better way. In fact, what he can do is bet on Zhou Xuegang's fate that Zhou Xuegang can survive smoothly. Then, he will become famous. If he dies, it doesn't matter to him, because the doctor is not an immortal, and no doctor will ensure that the injured patients get down on the operating table safely.

As the lights in the operating room lit up again, the people standing in the corridor began a long wait again. To be exact, no one wanted time to pass quickly, because only in this way could Zhou Xuegang live. According to Wang Quan'an, this operation would take at least two hours or even more.

The people outside are nervous, and so are the people inside. Wang Quan'an's second plan is actually very simple. First take out the two bullets in Zhou Xuegang's abdomen, which will reduce the probability of massive bleeding in the chest, because they can be given enough time to give Zhou Xuegang blood transfusion.

It has to be said that Wang Quan'an's reputation as a professor is by no means a false reputation. He has great talent in surgery. He had a very complex gunshot wound. Soon he took out two bullets. This process is very rigorous. Even if the bullet penetrated Zhou Xuegang's abdomen, there was no big problem.

Hoo

Wang Quan'an took a heavy breath, raised his face and asked the little nurse to wipe the sweat beads off his face. Then he looked at Zhang Ding and said, "don't panic. Follow the specified plan."

"Yes. Professor! "

Zhang Ding nodded. Then he pinched the scalpel. He was also a master surgeon, or half of Wang Quan'an's Apprentice. It was as unambiguous to use the scalpel. Soon he opened Zhou Xuegang's chest. While looking at the position displayed on the computer, he slowly explored the scalpel in his hand towards the heart!

"Don't panic!" Wang Quan'an said in a deep voice.

Hiss

Zhang Ding took a heavy breath. The tip of the scalpel had touched the back of the bullet. As soon as the scalpel touched, bright red blood came out around the bullet. Although blood also penetrated at the beginning, it was much faster than now.

"Blood pressure 70 -----"

"Blood pressure 65 -----"

"Blood pressure -----"

The little nurse said in a low voice, as if she were counting down.

"Professor, no, it's bound to bleed." Zhang Ding took back the scalpel. His face was covered with sweat beads.

"It's too late --"

Wang Quan'an said in a trembling voice, "go and let the doctor Qin come over. Come on, let him come over quickly..."

Wang Quan'an looked at the bullet in Zhou Xuegang's chest. His face was very ugly. He knew that the situation was very serious, but he didn't expect that it was not a little more serious than he thought. If Zhang Ding had not cut the knife but replaced him, Zhou Xuegang's life might be gone now!

"Dr. Qin, Dr. Qin, Professor Wang let you in." Zhang Ding pushed open the door of the operating room and shouted directly.

Looking at Zhang Ding coming out in a hurry, the Qin and Han Dynasties couldn't help shaking their heads. Zhang Ding would come out. He didn't feel surprised at all, but it was in his expectation, but he didn't expect Zhang Ding to come out so soon.

It's reasonable that he shouldn't go in now. Even if he goes in, he has to wait until Wang Quan'an and Zhang Ding come out to beg him. But this time, he can't do so, because the person inside is Zhou Xuegang, which has nothing to do with the two people. Instead, he is a friend. He can't ignore Zhou Xuegang's life and death because of his momentary anger. He can't do such a thing for fun!