Madam not allowed to remarry

Chapter 57

What repeated in his mind was the scene of his father being cut through the carotid artery by fragments of the fish tank.

It was a nightmare, a nightmare made tragic by her incompetence.

And now, the nightmare is repeating itself.

Her hands were trembling, uncontrollably.

Several doctors kept plugging the wound with gauze, and Zijuan kept crying beside her, with the sound of footsteps coming and going, but her mind was blank.

A figure accidentally bumped into her, and she jumped forward twice. Seeing her mother's weak smile at her, she suddenly woke up.

She grabbed a drug boy who came in to deliver water: "Bring me a needle and thread, a dagger, scissors, and white wine."

The drug boy doesn't know why.

Meng Baiyun's face was like a rakshasa, and he roared: "Go quickly."

The washbasin in Yaotong's hand was so frightened by her that she didn't know why, and he didn't dare to resist at all, and he didn't dare to ask the reason. He just nodded in panic and left in a hurry.

Meng Baiyun looked around, pulled out a big table, put all the candlesticks on the same table, and pulled the table to the side of her mother's head when everyone didn't understand.

The bright red blood on the neck turned orange under the candlelight.

Meng Baiyun pushed away the doctors and carefully observed the wound.

There was a cut in the skin on the side of the carotid artery, and the blood dripped in a line.

It should only be a small opening, otherwise it would not be possible to survive until now just by pressing to stop the bleeding.

After her father died, she felt guilty, switched from psychology to surgery, and forced herself to observe every arterial suture operation in the hospital.

Even if she was transferred to the obstetrics department later, she did not miss any arterial suture surgery, especially the carotid artery.

She has never done it herself, but she has memorized it by heart.

The door was pushed open, and two people came in, one was a drug boy holding a needlework dagger, and the other was Guigu with slightly sweaty forehead.

"Go out, you all go out, Guigu, help me."

"it is good."

Neither of them was talking nonsense.

The time that follows is a race against death and a fight against demons.

Meng Baiyun couldn't hold on several times, but forced herself to calm down again. Her eyes were full of tears, she bit her lip tightly, and her forehead was covered with sweat.

Guigu felt a little pain in his heart.

Finally, the wound was found, a pocket was stitched, and the bleeding stopped.

Meng Baiyun was about to collapse, but he managed to hold on and sewed up the outer layer of skin.

When the operation was completely completed, she finally couldn't hold it anymore, sat on the ground, covered her face, and cried loudly.

No one knows how regretful she is.

She obviously could do it, but let death take her father away.

She cried loudly for her uselessness.

With both hands, hugging her warmly, she threw herself into the arms in front of her eyes, crying like a child.

"Sister, sister, mother, mother, isn't it!"

Her cry made Meng Yunduo who came after him terrified, with tears streaming down his beautiful eyes.

King Qin behind her only cared about the man holding Meng Baiyun.

Hearing Meng Yunduo's sad voice, Meng Baiyun knew that she had misunderstood, so he hurriedly stood up: "Mother is fine, she is still alive."

"Then sister is crying... Could it be..." Meng Yunduo's big eyes burst into tears again, "It's grandma, did something happen to grandma?"

It was only then that Meng Baiyun remembered that he hadn't seen the old lady of the Meng family from the beginning to the end.

She shook her head: "I don't know, it should be fine, Yun Duo, I'll go and wash my hands, you stay here and look after your mother, and when father comes, let him arrange someone to take mother home to recuperate."

(End of this chapter)