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As soon as Beauty Jing rushed back from the hospital, she received the notice and went downstairs. She saw a thin, good morning covered in blood lying on a stretcher, carrying oxygen and blood bags.

He pushed the person into a room that was temporarily arranged. It was prepared according to the operation room of the military hospital. All kinds of equipment were prepared. It was just a small operation room.

The Military Physician passed the documents to Beauty.

Intracranial hemorrhage can not be operated on, chest injuries, leg fractures, coma for more than 4 hours, taking cardioplegia pills.

Beauty Jing glanced at the surgical report sheet and the CT images of the patients.

His calf had gone soft. He unconsciously held onto the operating table to stabilize his mind.

Masks, gloves, and surgical scrubs were put on. He turned on the powerful light and took a deep breath. When his chest was filled with air, he closed his eyes and quietly felt the patient's heartbeat.

After a while, she opened her eyes and took the scalpel from the doctor. She swiftly handed over all of the man's hair.

The military doctor at the side widened his eyes and did not dare to make a sound.

Before the Chief had fainted, he had constantly told them not to shave their hair, otherwise, he would have to test them. But now, who could tell them what they were going to say to the Chief?

Beauty Jing did not care about that, she only had her eyes on the patient, despite her young age, she knew when these people told her the general situation, that the Chief had given his life to her, even though he had already mentally prepared himself, he was still scared by the blood on his body.

The only way to wake up was at home. It was impossible for her to bring a person here by helicopter after an operation, and there was no way around it. Overbearing people had to be domineering, so the only way was to move the operating room to the house and the sterile ward to the house.

After three hours of surgery, none of the military doctors could take it anymore and took turns helping Beauty Jing.

The patients were in a state of emergency. This was a common problem shared by the military doctors before the operation. Although they were first-rate doctors, they could not do anything when faced with the body of their leader.

Watching the blood spurt out from the head's chest, the doctors panicked and wanted to press him, but the beauty merely waved her hand and sucked the blood away. She held a silver needle and filled it up completely to dry the blood around it, then started to sew up the wound with cellulose threads that resembled hair strands. She wore a high speed mirror on her eyes, skillfully repairing the damaged part of her chest, and as time passed, the seams became faster and faster, one layer, two layers, three layers …

Finally, the stitches were finished. He removed the silver needle and removed the blood-sucking device. He then sprinkled a layer of pink powder on the seams on his chest. Only after the powder had completely seeped into his skin did he finally wrap the bandage around it.

The operation on their heads was too simple, but the doctors were all horrified when they saw it. The scalpel slashed open the side and used tweezers to remove the clotted blood. The silver needle pierced into every nerve line on their heads, and the small scalpel flew back and forth on their heads.

The electrocardiogram throbbed weakly, then throbbed again.

He was so nervous that he was sweating profusely.

When all the operations were done, the four attending physicians collapsed on their stools, wiping away their sweat.

It was even more dangerous than when the cryo-man was defrosted.

When the electrocardiogram returned to normal and the patient's breathing gradually stabilized, he pushed the patient from the operating room into the sterile ward he had prepared.

Because it was late at night, not many people knew about it. When he woke up the next day, the sky was already bright.

Beauty Jing was sitting in front of the bed in Bian Liang Chen. She had not slept all night. At this moment, she was napping.

Propping his chin, he rested his head on the bar next to the bed and nodded.

The door was pushed open gently, and two old men walked in stealthily.

"Old man, our daughter is asleep. Why don't we come in later?" Old Madam Liang pulled at the old man who had already gone in, wanting to drag him out.

"Shh!" Old Man Liang was curious and didn't go out. He bent over and stretched towards the bed.

The electrocardiogram showed that the patient's heart rate and breathing were normal. The oxygen mask was still hung on the mouth of the good and thin sun. The patient was breathing evenly and sleeping.

Beauty Jing opened her somewhat sore eyes and saw the old man poking his head out to look at Bo Liangchen. Knowing that the old man was worried, she stood up and pulled the old man out of the ward and into the living room.

Old Granny Liang sat on the sofa, her face full of worry.

Beauty Jing pulled the old man to sit on the sofa and comforted him, "Grandfather, Grandma, don't worry. It won't be long before Chief will wake up."

The little girl was wearing a white, sleeveless skirt with a sterile coat over it. Her face was covered with a white mask, but her petite body was perfectly straight. Although she hadn't slept for the night, apart from her bloodshot eyes, she was still youthful and energetic.

"Little girl, tell me the truth, what's the probability of A'Chen waking up?" Old man Liang had experienced life and death, and he knew that at this critical juncture, a physician's words were the most accurate.

Now, what could she say? The key point was that she said too much, the others did not believe her, and the others had not woken up yet, so she said less, others would probably say that she was a quack doctor. In a dilemma, someone barged in, a Liang Zhen with a walking stick.

"Big Brother Liang!"

"Ah Zhen!"

"Ah Zhen!" The three of them stood up at the same time.

Liang Zhen stumbled in and saw two old men throw down their walking sticks and jump over before kneeling down with a plop.

"Grandpa, grandma!"

The two elders were in tears. They came here to bring the child back, but the child had always avoided them. How could the two elders not be excited by his sudden visit today?

"Get up, the ground is cold!" Old Madam Liang hastily helped the child up and helped him sit on the sofa. Old Man Liang sat on the other side, while Beauty Jing turned around and stood by the side.

Liang Zhen's gaze swept past her and he wanted to say something, but he stopped himself. Since the two old men were by his side, he did not speak. Instead, he withdrew his gaze and spoke to the two old men.

"Ah Zhen, you can talk now?" Old Madam Liang was astonished. She never thought that after two months, this child would actually be able to speak. It was simply a miracle.

"Mm, you can say a little now." Liang Zhen's voice hadn't completely recovered yet, but it carried a depressing tone. However, it was already considered very good. If he hadn't timely expelled the cold poison from his body, then perhaps he wouldn't be able to live for long.

After two months of treatment, his body had recovered quite a bit. Although he was still afraid of the cold, but in this hot summer day, it was already a miracle that he didn't need to wear thick cotton-padded jackets anymore. The pain in his body had stopped for a long time.

He gratefully looked at Beauty Jing, his eyes filled with gratitude. This little woman had given him a new life. It was actually quite good for him to be alive.

"Ah Zhen, what are you doing here if you're not taking care of yourself in the hospital?" Old Man Liang wasn't too happy. This grandson had always been a noble and aloof person, never attuned to the ways of the world. Could it be that after he woke up, his personality had changed?

"Grandfather, I want to accompany Ah Chen!" Liang Zhen explained the purpose of his visit. Yesterday, he heard from Beauty Jing that Bo Liangchen was injured. He couldn't sleep at all. He was afraid that Bo Liangchen would be like him, sleepless for a long time.

Beauty Jing knew that he was worried about Bo Liang Chen so she comforted everyone, "Big Brother, you don't have to worry. In a few hours, Chief will wake up. Don't worry, he said that he will live."

Beauty Jing did not know that she was worried that someone could ignore her own body's cold poison.

The sunlight was one of the factors that triggered the cold poison, but Liang Zhen actually ignored the cold poison and came running over. This made her feel really shocked, and she was also moved by the unforgiving affection between the two brothers.

Liang Zhen looked imploringly at Beauty Jing, who nodded helplessly. She stood up and supported Liang Zhen, putting on a sterile robe and a face mask before entering the ward with Bo Liang Chen.

Bo Liangchen was lying on the bed. His handsome face was still pale and devoid of blood, but at this moment, his breathing was steady and his heartbeat was loud and forceful. It was just that he was tired and wanted to sleep!

Liang Zhen sat on the edge of the bed, holding Dan Liang's hand and softly said, "A Chen, I'm here to see you!" Her hoarse voice was choked with sobs.

When he learned from the doctor that he was seriously injured and unconscious, he was very afraid, afraid that he would sleep as long as he did, afraid that he would lose consciousness. Liang Zhiwu told him what had happened to Bo Mingchen over the years, and he was shocked.

In order to save the Liang family, Bo Liang Chen did not hesitate to sell his soul in exchange for a new life, and used a new life to protect the Liang family's foundation established in M Country. For this, after ten years of paying, Bo Liang Zhen could finally return home, and the person he could not let go of for a long time had finally returned.

Staring at the beauty Jing, who was examining Bo Liangchen's body, Liang Zhen opened his mouth wide, but he had nothing to say. He could only communicate with her using his eyes.

Beauty Jing examined Bo Liang Chen's entire body once, and upon seeing the effects of the medicinal effects, she let out a long sigh.

The black liquid flowing out of the ureter was starting to turn pale yellow.

After changing the catheter, she stood up and said to Liang Zhen, "Big Brother, don't worry. The poison and blood clots in his body have all been cleaned up. Don't worry, it won't be long before he wakes up. Beauty Jing gave Liang Zhen a brilliant smile.

Two men with the same face, one cold and aloof, the other shy like a scholar. The two were completely different, their temperament completely different.

Beauty Jing closed the door gently and went to her study to start poking around with the medicine.

On one of the walls in the study room, there was a cabinet. There were hundreds of herbs there.

She divided the herbs according to their weight and began to grind them. The process of making the pills was rather long, so she set the time to be an hour, before she lay down on the table and took a nap.

Inside the small cauldron was the powder that she had grinded. The small charcoal fire was not big or small, and there was a ventilation fan in the room. This fan was specially designed for the production of small amounts of pills.