Chapter 179 (1/2)
Jiang Jiusheng still had a cigarette in his hand. He didn't light it. He was silent for a long time. He pressed his voice: ”I just sent two traffic accident patients. They are mo Bing's parents.”
The door was suddenly pushed open.
Mo Bing holds on to the wall, clenches her lips tightly, and big tears in her eyes don't fall. She takes a deep breath: ”Sheng Sheng, what do you say?”
Jiang Jiusheng holds her, and every word is solemn: ”listen, Mo Bing, you can't fall down. Uncle and aunt's operation requires you to sign. You must hold on to me.”
She could hardly stand, her body was tottering, she was holding on, her hands were holding Jiang Jiusheng's clothes, her pale lips were bitten by her.
”Sheng Sheng,”
when she opened her mouth, her voice trembled and the whole person trembled. Like grasping the last straw for life, she clutched Jiang Jiusheng's hand: ”can you let Shijin master the knife?” She choked, red eyes, tears but not a drop, ”let him save my parents, let him help me.”
Tone, almost begging.
How desperate she had to be, she couldn't see anything alive in her eyes.
Jiang Jiusheng clenched her hand and nodded: ”mm-hmm, it's Shijin. It's his main knife. He has good medical skills and will be OK.”
Mo Binghong looks, nods and sits on the ground with a soft leg.
Lin Anzhi squats beside her, she doesn't cry, he tears.
In the operating room, the broken line of heart rate on the monitor suddenly drops, giving out a rapid alarm sound.
The anesthesiologist's eyelid gave a sharp jump: ”the patient's arterial bleeding, heart rate dropped rapidly, and blood pressure was less than 60.”
Operation shadowless light, when Jin did not look up, the forehead covered with a thick layer of thin sweat, he raised his hand: ”tweezers.”
The assistant physician immediately handed over the forceps.
When Jin's movement is faster and faster, the head nurse Liu's heart is hanging to her throat, so she hurriedly wipes the doctor's sweat.
”Hemostatic forceps.” When Jin's voice was quiet, there was no disturbance.
Dr Cui just handed over the hemostatic forceps. The anesthesiologist beside the monitor said: ”the patient's heart stopped!”
The medical staff in the operating room took a breath.
The patient is a car accident patient. The pericardium is damaged, the aorta is ruptured, the amount of bleeding is too large, the operation is very difficult, and the success rate is less than 10%.
During the operation, the patient had cardiac arrest.
It's almost impossible
When Jin action did not stop, the speed of hand stitching is faster and faster: ”strengthen rehydration.”
Dr Cui did it immediately.
Shijin said again, ”resuscitate the heart.”
Stop stitching and start resuscitation.
After repeated for more than ten times, the broken line of heart rate on the monitor still had no movement. Dr. Cui was a little anxious: ”there was still no heartbeat.”
Everyone was a little flustered, but when Jin was calm and self-contained, wearing a mask, long eyelashes drooping, in the eyelids fall profile, sterile gloves are full of blood, he went on in an orderly manner: ”maintain artificial circulation.”
”Electric shock.”
”260 watts.”
”Three times.”
”Continue.”
”300 watts, go on.”
In the operating room, there is only the voice of Shijin. Every word is not urgent. Like the God of life and death, he controls all the changes and connections. His life is hanging in the line. He is still firm. His tiny red pupils are a little grumpy, but he is elegant and profound. He is like a gentleman.
”Doctor, the heart is beating again!” The anesthesiologist was so happy that he almost cried out.
Shi Jin said lightly: ”needle holder.”
Dr. Cui immediately handed it over. His heart was stable.
”Round head scalpel.”
”Forceps.”
“……”
Infusion drips in the soft voice, when Jin's voice is not warm and not fire, as light as a small stone thrown into the calm lake.
Three hours later, Mo Bing's mother was pushed out of the operating room. The doctor in charge of the operation was director Wu of general foreign affairs.
Director Wu took a sigh of relief and said to the patient's family: ”the operation was very successful, and it can be transferred to the general ward.”
The patient's family members were also dressed in sick clothes, thin enough to blow down in a gust of wind. She was very calm, but her eyes were bleak, and she said, ”thank you.”
Mo Bing's mother turned to the general ward, and Mingyao was watching.
Mo Bing is outside the operating room of cardiac surgery.
Her father's pericardial injury, bleeding, by Shijin main knife, the operation lasted for eight hours, when Jin came out of the operating room, it was dark.
He had blood stains on his sterile surgical gown.
Mo Bing's wrists are still hanging with water. The patient's clothes are wrapped in thick cotton padded clothes. His short hair is over his shoulders. His thin face is only the size of a palm. It's as white as a Xuan paper for painting.
Jiang Jiusheng accompanies her.
”How is my father?” asked Mo Bing
When Jin took a look at Jiang Jiusheng, her eyebrows were not loosened. ”It's still in danger period, and complications may occur within 24 hours,” she paused, and sank her voice, ”please be prepared psychologically.”Mo Bing stumbles and holds Jiang Jiusheng's hand without saying a word.
Lin Anzhi stands far behind, steps out, takes back, repeatedly, but still dare not approach, what qualification does he have
Seventeen hours later, Shijin gave the first notice of danger.
Mo Bing is staying outside the intensive care room. Jiang Jiusheng accompanies her without saying a word. But after a while, she will ask the nurse to help Mo Bing change the medicine on the infusion stand.
She sat there for a long time, and suddenly she said, ”An Zhi.”
Lin Anzhi immediately went to her side, squatted down to see her: ”huh?”
She hung her head, murmured, and said to herself, ”it's all my fault.”
”No.” Lin Anzhi shook his head hard and held her hand tightly. ”It's not you, it's nothing to do with you.”
Mo Bing didn't hear it. He kept on whispering. His voice seemed to float in the air. The wind was blowing. He was so airy and powerless: ”before the accident, my mother and I were on the phone. She and my father were on holiday. Because we couldn't rest assured, we turned to Jiangbei.” She raised her eyelids, tears finally couldn't help, fiercely smashing down, ”it's all me, it's all because of me.”
Lin Anzhi shakes his head in panic. The despair in his eyes gradually covers the brilliance. For a moment, the vicissitudes are desolate. When he opens his mouth, he chokes: ”it's not your fault. It's my fault. It's my fault.”
”Anzhi,” Mo Bing looked up at him and said calmly, ”let's break it.”
Twenty seven hours after the operation, Mo Bing's father regained consciousness and was out of danger. Then, she fell down, slept for two days, then woke up, the whole person was in a trance, thin out of phase.
That day, reporters crouching at the door of the hospital, Tianyu media all sued the court for intentional injury.
Jiang Jiusheng made a statement that Mo Bing was injured and all activities were suspended.
On the Internet, the heat of Mo Bing, the gold broker of movie star Lin Anzhi's derailment, can't be lowered all the time. The three parties have not made a voice so far.
On the third day, Lin Anzhi went to Warner.
Outside the president's room, the Secretary said, ”President Wen, Lin Anzhi is here.”
Wenshuling was sitting in the boss's chair, with a leisurely posture, as if he had a ready mind, without any surprise. He got up, went to the sofa, and sat down: ”let him in.”
Lin Anzhi enters the office and the door is closed.
Wenshuning raised his head and chuckled: ”I knew you would come back.”
He was dressed in black. His hair was longer, covering his eyes. ”You brought those reporters?”
As soon as the opening, the voice is hoarse and dry, without a trace of temperature, like ice cream in the heart of a cone, which is bone chilling.
Wenshuning recognized with great dignity: ”yes.”
Lin Anzhi's shoulders are stiff for a while, he looks up and shows his eyes, which are extremely Yin and fierce.
”Wenshuning,” he strode forward, ”go to hell.”
He took out a knife from under his coat, jumped forward and stabbed wenshuning in the stomach with red eyes.
At dusk, the dusk is a light orange red. The sun in the west is half red. It hides in the horizon little by little. The night wind is hot and dry. There are clouds in the sky. It seems that the sky is going to change.
Jiang Jiusheng pushes the door open and enters the ward.
Mo Bing's father is not awake yet. He lives in a ward with his mother. Yun Shi has gone to sleep. Mo Bing is in a wheelchair. In front of the window, she looks at the sunset outside the tall building. The sunset falls on her face. After a layer of light crimson, her thin face adds a little color of blood.
Jiang Jiusheng comes forward: ”Mo Bing.”
She also looked out of the window and said, ”well.”
Jiang Jiusheng said, ”Lin Anzhi is in prison.”
She was silent.
For a long time, she whispered, ”Oh.”
She took back her eyes, pushed the wheelchair, moved to her father's hospital bed, wiped his hand with a pad, bowed her head, tears, and fell into the basin.
The sky suddenly changed outside the window, and the clouds were thick.
It rained for several days in succession. In the plum rain season, the cities in the south are always wet and drizzly. It has to be tangled up.
Mo Bing has been in the hospital. A week later, Jiang Jiusheng began to announce that the agent around him had changed. It was Hu Mingyu, the private secretary of Yuwen storming. Hu Mingyu had the experience of an agent and temporarily took Mo Bing's place.