Chapter 1712 (1/2)

”Sure, come with me.” Zhong Jiaqi takes them forward.

In the middle, she gave a general introduction to Tang Jiyao's injuries. He was injured in the face-to-face confrontation with others when catching a group of dangerous prisoners. Other minor injuries were not mentioned. The most fatal one was the two shots in the chest, so now his life and death are uncertain.

”Don't we usually wear bulletproof clothes to catch dangerous prisoners?”

Although it can't be said that it's safe, but at least it can protect the important parts. How can it hurt so badly.

Zhong Jiaqi sighed, ”because he left the bullet proof vest to one of them.”

The strong smell of blood and disinfectant spread in the door of the operating room, which makes people feel suffocating as soon as they get close to it. The door of the operating room is full of soldiers with blood stained on their bodies. Fu Zhongting is also there. Seeing them coming, he said to others, ”first go to the doctor to deal with the doctor's injuries, and then go back.”

The teammates' eyes are hot, and they are reluctant to leave. But Fu Zhongting accentuated: ”this is an order. Hurry up!”

”Yes!”

Finally, a group of tearful soldiers trotted away.

Outside the operating room, time and space swing up, but also cold up, Zhong Jiaqi said to Jingyou and Suya, ”you sit here first.”

Suya nodded and looked at the red light above the operating room. Her heart was like a sword hanging on it. She was nervous.

Jingyou, too, stared at the red surgical lamp without saying a word, but her hands were tightly clenched, showing her uneasiness.

All of a sudden, the door of the operating room was opened, and a nurse rushed out in a hurry and ran forward with amazing speed. They didn't even have a chance to stop asking questions.

The hearts of all the people were high and they wanted to look inside, but the door closed again.

Quiet and cool fingertips, a white smile, Fu Zhongting also pacing back and forth, showing his uneasiness.

All of a sudden, the doctor in the surgical suit came out and asked Fu Zhongting to sign.

”Notice of critical illness?” Fu Zhongting looked at the above content and was shocked.

Jingyou suddenly stood up from the chair, saw several big words of the notice of critical illness, and her body suddenly faltered.

”Quiet!” Su Ya and Zhong Jiaqi help her.

”Yes, old Fu, do you know that the two bullets were not hit well? They hurt the pulmonary artery. The blood roots can't stop. We have contacted the blood bank and sent the blood plasma immediately. You should sign it as soon as possible.” The doctor urged, ”hurry up.”

Fu Zhongting did not hesitate to brush and sign his own name. It was a race and contest with the God of death. No one is sure if he can save people.

The doctor turned around to leave with the operation list. Fu Zhongting suddenly grabbed his shoulder and said solemnly, ”Lao Zhang, this time I must get someone back!”

”Do your best.”

The atmosphere outside the operating room was a little more dignified.

Quiet wriggled lips, but could not speak.

After that, the nurses and doctors carrying blood plasma came in and out, and the hurried footsteps sounded like a clarion call, beating in everyone's heart.

Doctors and nurses have changed a lot and a lot. I don't know how much plasma they have sent in. Every second, they have more anxiety in their hearts.

Zhongjiaqi went to pour some hot water and handed it to Suya and Jingyou.