Lei Feng System

Lei Ting was lying on the operating table without knowing anything about it, his handsome face was exposed under the shadowless lamp, and his bronzed skin looked abnormally pale. His pupils were dilated, his limbs were cold, and his nose was breathless, as if he was already dead.

The nurse and assistant nervously prepare surgical instruments. In the void that no one can see, a row of bright red numbers keep beating-1 minute, 58 seconds, 56 seconds, 40 seconds...

If it is an ordinary surgeon, facing the patient's loss of life every minute, the huge pressure may cause them to feel weak and unable to hold the scalpel. But Han Zhuoyu is just the opposite. The greater the pressure, the greater the motivation. The beating of the timer will only urge him to be faster, faster, steady, and steady!

"Don't be afraid, I'm here!" Putting on his gloves, he dropped a gentle kiss on the man's already cold forehead, and he commanded in a deep voice, "Inject gelatinous fluid! Start the autologous blood recovery machine!"

The moment the voice fell, the timer had jumped to the end, and the bright red 00:00:00 pierced people's eyes. However, the young man's attitude was extremely calm, he took the scalpel and prepared to open his chest.

The nurse immediately injected a gel fluid into the patient's body, and the blood pressure rose to 30, 35, 40... and it was still rising.

The stationary timer suddenly jumped to a number-00:05:39.

Retrieved five minutes from the Grim Reaper, but it was not enough! Because this number is going backwards at a rapid rate.

The two autologous blood recovery machines started to operate, continuously drawing blood from the wounded, filtering out the red blood cells and infusing them back.

The backward timer went up again, 10 minutes, 15 minutes, 20 minutes, that's enough.

Han Zhuoyu immediately cut through the skin of the man's chest and found the heart hidden under the layers of texture. The heart was beating weakly, and the left ventricle split a 10-centimeter-long opening. The blood inside had flowed out like a punctured balloon, completely losing its tension. The chest cavity is full of blood. A rough estimate is 1500 ml, which is more than 30% of the body's total blood volume. This data means death!

The timer began to count down crazy again. Han Zhuoyu cleared the pleural effusion as quickly as possible to stop the bleeding of the heart. The blood pressure slowly rises to 60, and the wound must be sutured before it reaches 100.

The nurses and assistants had big drops of cold sweat on their foreheads, their expressions were solemn, but there was no fighting spirit in their eyes. In their view, this is just a futile struggle. No one can suture such a hideous wound in just five minutes, not to mention that the object of suture is not ordinary skin and flesh, but the most fragile heart of the human body. Every stitch and every closing must be perfect and fast enough.

No one can do it unless God possesses it.

Han Zhuoyu doesn't need God, he only believes in himself. Glancing at the timer projected by 9527 in the void, he quickly and steadily dropped the first stitch, the second stitch, and the third stitch...in a minute and a half, the first stitching was completed, and as he made each stitch The needle, the chronograph that went backwards madly sprang up.

In three minutes, the second reinforcement suture was quickly completed under the horrified gaze of the assistants. The held heart slowly filled, the weak beating became stronger and stronger, and the blood pressure slowly rose to 80.

Live, the dead live!

The number of the timer stopped falling, twisted twice, and gradually disappeared into the air. This shows that the man has temporarily escaped his life threat.

Han Zhuoyu did not show the slightest superfluous expression, but the tight heartstring was loosened, and he tilted his head to beckon the nurse to wipe the sweat on himself, and then continue to treat other wounds.

Outside the operating room, Qu Jing sat with his chest folded, his eyes closed slightly.

Lei Xu paced back and forth, his frowning brow revealed his inner anxiety.

The worried victims and reporters were stopped by bodyguards ten meters away and could only look at them frequently.

The phone rang and Lei Xu answered the phone. Guo Yinghe's hoarse voice came from the other end, "How's it going? Have you come out? It's been three hours without any results? No, I don't worry about handing over my son. Han Zhuoyu! No matter how genius he is, can he catch up with Qu Jing? Go and call him out! Let Qu Jing come! If my son has something to do, he will never want to step into Lei's house! Xiaochen won't recognize him either!"

His attitude became more and more hysterical, and Guo Yinghe was obviously going crazy.

Lei's father kept slapping his wife's back, trying to calm her down.

"Mom, the operation is halfway through, how can it be possible to change the surgeon? Please believe Xiaoyu, he can do it." Lei Xu's voice was very tired.

"He abducted my son's heart and still wants his life now! I can't believe him! Replace, change immediately! Is Qu Jing by your side? I want to talk to Qu Jing!" Guo Yinghe shouted. In any case, she could not give her son's life to a young man in her early twenties who had never been famous on the operating table.

"Mom, calm down..." Lei Xu wanted to persuade again. The lights in the operating room went out, and Han Zhuoyu walked out quickly and took off the surgical cap and mask. His hair has been wet with sweat, strands sticking to the side of his scalp and cheeks, looking very embarrassed, but his eyes are extremely calm.

"How is the operation?" Lei Xu asked anxiously.

Mother Guo on the other end of the phone quieted down instantly.

"The operation was successful, but his life was only temporarily out of danger. Now he will be transferred to a large hospital immediately to prepare an ICU ward with 10 units of coagulation factor and at least 20,000 ml of type O blood. The action must be fast." Han Zhuoyu methodically said instruction.

"Okay, I'll call someone to prepare right away." Lei Xu nodded repeatedly and said into the microphone, "Mom, did you hear that? The operation was successful, and my little brother is not in danger for the time being. I have something to do and I will give it to you later. call back."

Guo Yinghe was holding the beeping mobile phone, and his body collapsed.

Father Lei hurriedly helped his wife sit down, and asked anxiously, "What's the result?"

"The operation was successful, and there is no life-threatening for the time being." Guo Yinghe realized that he had forgotten to breathe, and his chest was painful.

Father Lei showed an expression of both rejoicing and fear. Qu Jing said he couldn't do this operation, and Lei's father believed it. Qu Jing is very proud, but never makes jokes about patients' lives. If he can't even do the first cut in country C, where can he find someone to help his son in such a crisis? Fortunately, Han Zhuoyu followed his son inseparably. Fortunately, he has a superb medical skill. He is indeed the lucky star of the Lei family!

The idea of ​​separating the two of them anyway was shaken.

"How is Thunder?" Elder Lei was standing at the top of the stairs with his cane, his expression very solemn. Is there any rescue if the heart is cracked? Moreover, the chief surgeon was still in his early twenties and had not been on the operating table several times. He had to be mentally prepared for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person.

"The operation was successful." Father Lei stepped forward, holding on to the crumbling old man.

"Successful? Really successful?" Elder Lei pinched his wrist and repeatedly confirmed.

"Successful." Lei's father nodded vigorously.

The father and son sat down while supporting each other. Guo Yinghe was about to pour a cup of hot water for his father-in-law. The phone rang again, and when he picked it up, his expression changed.

"Xiaoyu? Is it Thunder..." The attitude was very different from the cold and disgusting before. Mother Guo was very grateful to the young man at the moment, but was afraid of hearing bad news from him. She held the phone case tightly, her joints turning white.

"It's okay, we are about to transfer him to hospital. Please don't tell Xiaochen about this for now, okay? When we come back, tell him in person." The youth's tone was very stable, and there was no panic or anxiety.

His calmness gave Guo's mother great comfort. As his son's lover, he is not in a hurry, presumably his son will be fine, right? Thinking about it this way, Guo's mother was about to burst into a heart that felt much better, and she nodded her head and promised, "Okay, I won't tell him. When you two come back, tell him yourself. Dad is such a hero, he will be very proud. !"

At this moment, Mother Guo accepted the male daughter-in-law in her heart. Don't be ashamed, do you have any heirs? As long as the son lives happily, healthy and healthy! And Xiaoyu is really good, he can take into account the mood of his grandson in such a hectic moment. Although still very young, he is a qualified father and a qualified partner. Give him her son and grandson, she has nothing to worry about.

At the other end, Lei Xu immediately contacted the nearest hospital with the best medical facilities. There are blood shortages in most areas of the country, and blood coagulation factors and blood cannot be raised for a while, and can only be adjusted from areas with sufficient stocks, which takes a little time.

The helicopter slowly lifted off, and Lei Xu watched his younger brother go away, still staying in the disaster area to stabilize the overall situation. It is not that he is not worried, but in his position, sometimes he has to give up his small family to protect everyone.

"Quickly, ask which hospital Lei Ting is in, I'm going to see him!" Old man Lei drank the hot water, and his heart finally got a little warmer, shouting loudly.

"I'm going to ask." Guo's mother immediately called the eldest son, and after she entrusted her grandson to the full-time school, she hurriedly booked the nearest ticket.

The helicopter rushed to the People's Hospital of D City at the fastest speed, Han Zhuoyu held Thunder's hand the whole time, silent. Qu Jing was very worried about his mental condition, but his exceptionally clear eyes knew that he was not crushed by this disaster at all. The timid boy who retracted into his shell after receiving a little irritation had grown up enough to withstand the baptism of the storm.

"Are the clotting factors and blood ready?" Han Zhuoyu asked in a deep voice to assist the nurse in pushing the unconscious lover into the ICU ward and connecting various instruments.

"Ready." The nurse nodded quickly.

"Inject immediately, transfusion, and move faster." Han Zhuoyu leaned over to check his lover's pupils.

Because the patient's identity is very special, the nurse dare not neglect the slightest and complete the doctor's instructions as quickly as possible.

The drainage tube inserted in the chest cavity is still dripping blood, and more and more, the injection of coagulation factor does not take effect, the whole body is still bleeding diffusely, and the skin turns purple.

Han Zhuoyu exited the ward, looking at his dying lover through the glass window, the fear that was suppressed in the deepest part of his heart slowly drilled out. He was not afraid when Thunder was buried under the rubble, nor when he was lying on the operating table, because he knew what he could do for him to save his life.

But right now he was really scared, because what he could do was done, and the rest could only be arranged by fate.

Relying on fate, there are only two words to put it bluntly-powerless. This feeling is terrible!