The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

"Q-tip."

"tweezers."

"Hemostat."

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In the operating room, Mu Changying treated Gu Xichen's wounds calmly and calmly. He was seriously injured, with multiple fractures and bleeding in his brain.

Although she was young, she didn't panic when she saw something happened, and she treated the wound quickly and accurately. The other assisting doctors breathed a sigh of relief.

When they first heard that this little girl would be the attending doctor, they thought it was a joke, but they didn't expect that she did have real qualities and was truly one of the most talented people in her generation.

The nurse holding medical equipment in her hand cried out in surprise, "Doctor Mu, the patient is in tears!"

Upon hearing this, the other doctors acted in unison and glared at the little nurse uniformly.

I am really ignorant and disturbed the attending doctor. Who will be responsible for any problems during the operation?

The older doctor was not surprised and said, "Maybe it's pain. Have you used anesthesia?"

"Beat...Beat."

Mu Changying's hand movements were methodical and unhurried, and her eyes fell on Gu Xichen's face.

He was in a coma, with no expression on his face, but a tear overflowed from the corner of his eye, and the crystal clear tears streaked down his cheek.

She calmly looked away, "Wipe it off, don't let it flow on the wound."

This wound is unlikely to affect the tear glands. Tearing may be a natural reaction of the body.

"Oh, alright."

The little nurse nodded repeatedly, picked up the sterile handkerchief and gently wiped away her tears.

"gauze."

"Scissors."

Mu Changying took the scissors and turned them around in her hands to cut off the excess gauze.

He put down the tools in his hands, looked at the bandaged wound, and nodded with satisfaction.

On the monitor, after the rescue, the patient's data has stabilized.

The young nurse's eyes fell on the timer, and her voice was filled with surprise, "The duration of the operation is thirty minutes and seven seconds."

Her eyes were scorching, with deep admiration, but there was no word "idol" written on her face.

Mu Changying walked out of the operating room. Before she could take off her mask and gloves, her arm was firmly grasped by a big hand.

There was no trace of blood on Tan Wan'an's lips, "I...is my son okay?"

The strength in her hands was surprisingly strong, and her nails almost dug into her flesh.

Gu Qingyun stood aside, her mood calmed down a lot, and her small face was once again filled with a hypocritical smile.

Hearing the noise, Rong Liyuan, who was standing in the corner, raised his head, and the ferocity flashed in his eyes.

"Mrs. Gu, you are too emotional." He strode forward and grabbed Tan Wan'an's hand with such force that it seemed to crush her hand bones.

The thick eyebrows were frowned tightly, and the unpleasant aura spread rapidly to the surroundings, so cold that people almost shuddered.

"..." Tan Wan'an was in pain, his face wrinkled up, and he let go of his hand in despair.

Mu Changying took off her mask and said, "Your son is fine."

Rong Liyuan saw her pinched red arm, and the cold and vicious aura around her became darker and darker.

Being stared at by him with such a death gaze, Tan Wan'an's head trembled, her heart nervously raised to her throat, and she wanted to explain out loud, but she swallowed the words as she reached her lips.

"Mrs. Rong, as long as my son wakes up, my Gu family will definitely treat you as a guest."

Mu Changying took off her gloves and rubbed her red arm, with a faint coldness in her eyes.

"Oh? It's not necessary if you are a guest. As long as you don't forget the conditions promised by Miss Gu Er in advance."

Suddenly being called by name, Gu Qingyun, who was standing aside, was stunned. When she met Mu Changying's cold eyes, her heart stopped and uneasiness swept through the cells in her body.