C1712 (1/2)

”Of course. Come with me.” Zhong Jiaqi takes them forward.

On the way, she gave a general introduction to Tang Jiyao's injuries. He was injured in a confrontation with others when he was arresting a group of drug dealers. The other minor injuries were not mentioned. The most lethal one was the two guns in the chest, so his life and death are still unknown.

”When you arrest a drug dealer, you usually wear bulletproof vests.”

Although it can't be said that it must be safe, but at least to protect the important parts, how can you be so injured.

Zhong Jiaqi sighed: ”because he left the bulletproof vest to one of the hostages.”

The strong smell of blood and disinfectant water spread at the door of the operating room. As soon as you get close to it, you will feel suffocated. At the door of the operating room, there are soldiers with blood stained on their bodies. All of them are stained with military uniforms. Fu Zhongting is also there. When he sees them coming, he says to others, ”you should go to the doctor to deal with the doctor's injury, and then go back to the army.”

As soon as the soldiers' eyes were hot, they all refused to leave. However, Fu Zhongting accentuated his tone: ”this is an order. Go quickly!”

”Yes, chief!”

Finally, a group of tearful soldiers trotted away.

The operating room suddenly swung up, but it was cold. Zhong Jiaqi said to Jingyou and Suya, ”you can sit here first.”

Suya nodded and looked at the red light above the operating room. She felt like a sword hanging from her heart.

Jingyou is also, staring at the red operating lamp, silent, but her hands clenched tightly, 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. They didn't even have a chance to stop and ask questions.

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

Quiet and cool fingertips, a smiling face white white, Fu Zhongting also pace back and forth, showing his uneasiness.

All of a sudden, the doctor in the operating suit also came out of it and asked Fu Zhongting to sign directly.

”Critical notice?” Fu Zhongting looked at the contents above and was shocked.

Jingyou suddenly stood up from the chair and saw several big characters in the notice of critical illness, and his body suddenly staggered.

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

”Yes, Mr. Fu, do you know that the positions of the two bullets are not good? They hurt the pulmonary artery, and the blood can't stop. We have contacted the blood bank and sent the plasma to us immediately. You should sign immediately.” ”Hurry up,” the doctor urged

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

The doctor took the operation sheet and turned to leave. Fu Zhongting suddenly clasped his shoulder and said solemnly, ”Lao Zhang, this time we must rescue people for me anyway!”

”Do your best.”

The atmosphere outside the operating room was dignified.

Quiet you wriggle lips, but can't speak.

After that, the nurses and doctors carrying blood plasma came in and out, and the sound of rapid footsteps was like a call for life, beating in everyone's heart.

Doctors and nurses changed one after another, and they didn't know how much plasma they sent in. Every second, they felt more anxious.

Zhong Jiaqi goes to the side to pour a few cups of hot water to come over and pass it to Suya and Jingyou.