The mystery husband is a little bad

"Sure, come with me." Zhong Jiaqi takes them forward.

In the middle, she gave a general introduction to Tang Jiyao's injuries. He was injured in the face-to-face confrontation with others when catching a group of dangerous prisoners. Other minor injuries were not mentioned. The most fatal one was the two shots in the chest, so now his life and death are uncertain.

"Don't we usually wear bulletproof clothes to catch dangerous prisoners?"

Although it can't be said that it's safe, but at least it can protect the important parts. How can it hurt so badly.

Zhong Jiaqi sighed, "because he left the bullet proof vest to one of them."

The strong smell of blood and disinfectant spread in the door of the operating room, which makes people feel suffocating as soon as they get close to it. The door of the operating room is full of soldiers with blood stained on their bodies. Fu Zhongting is also there. Seeing them coming, he said to others, "first go to the doctor to deal with the doctor's injuries, and then go back."

The teammates' eyes are hot, and they are reluctant to leave. But Fu Zhongting accentuated: "this is an order. Hurry up!"

"Yes!"

Finally, a group of tearful soldiers trotted away.

Outside the operating room, time and space swing up, but also cold up, Zhong Jiaqi said to Jingyou and Suya, "you sit here first."

Suya nodded and looked at the red light above the operating room. Her heart was like a sword hanging on it. She was nervous.

Jingyou, too, stared at the red surgical lamp without saying a word, but her hands were tightly clenched, 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 with amazing speed. They didn't even have a chance to stop asking questions.

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

Quiet and cool fingertips, a white smile, Fu Zhongting also pacing back and forth, showing his uneasiness.

All of a sudden, the doctor in the surgical suit came out and asked Fu Zhongting to sign.

"Notice of critical illness?" Fu Zhongting looked at the above content and was shocked.

Jingyou suddenly stood up from the chair, saw several big words of the notice of critical illness, and her body suddenly faltered.

"Quiet!" Su Ya and Zhong Jiaqi help her.

"Yes, old Fu, do you know that the two bullets were not hit well? They hurt the pulmonary artery. The blood roots can't stop. We have contacted the blood bank and sent the blood plasma immediately. You should sign it as soon as possible." The doctor urged, "hurry up."

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

The doctor turned around to leave with the operation list. Fu Zhongting suddenly grabbed his shoulder and said solemnly, "Lao Zhang, this time I must get someone back!"

"Do your best."

The atmosphere outside the operating room was a little more dignified.

Quiet wriggled lips, but could not speak.

After that, the nurses and doctors carrying blood plasma came in and out, and the hurried footsteps sounded like a clarion call, beating in everyone's heart.

Doctors and nurses have changed a lot and a lot. I don't know how much plasma they have sent in. Every second, they have more anxiety in their hearts.

Zhongjiaqi went to pour some hot water and handed it to Suya and Jingyou.

Suya took the water cup and put it aside. Then she handed it to Jingyou. Jingyou's fingers were shaking. The hot water directly came out.

"It's OK. It's quiet. The doctors here are very good. First, hold hot water and warm your hands."

Some people, it seems, always need to realize the importance at the end of the day. That little bit of indefinable emotion is twining in their heart, and it's hard to open their mouth.

At night, the corridor is particularly cold.

Fu Zhongting looked at the time and said to Zhong Jiaqi, let Zhong Jiaqi accompany them to the nearby hotel to have a rest.

But Jingyou refused directly: "I won't go. Take Suya to have a rest."

"I'm fine." "I'm here with you," said Suya

It's just very cold. They can't help holding together to keep warm.

Fu Zhongting immediately sent several blankets, and then continued to wait.

After a night of persistence, at dawn, Jingyou and Suya couldn't bear it after all. They were askew together and dozed off in a daze.

Zhong Jiaqi leaned on Fu Zhongting's shoulder, wrapped them in the big blanket, and then said anxiously, "it's been more than 12 hours, why hasn't she come out?"

"That's a good thing." Fu Zhongting put his arm around her shoulder and comforted her, "didn't you see that now the plasma is not sent in? It means that the situation has stabilized. I have absolute confidence in the soldiers I brought out. You can also sleep for a while."

Zhong Jiaqi looked at the eye operating room, heavy mood, slightly relaxed: "what you said is quite reasonable."Fu Zhongting nodded, "go to sleep, maybe it will come out soon."

"Then close your eyes and have a rest. You are too old to stay up late."

“…… I don't think I had a problem staying up for three days and three nights. "

"You've also said what age you were, now."

"Oh." He also knew that Zhong Jiaqi cared about him, so he nodded, "OK, let's sleep together."

Zhong Jiaqi is in his arms, extremely reassured.

But as if just squinting, the door of the operating room opened, Fu Zhongting immediately opened his eyes, and Zhong Jiaqi's body immediately sat up straight, followed by Su Ya and Jing you.

The doctor's tired figure appeared at the door of the operating room.

"Lao Zhang!" Fu Zhongting shouted.

Only to take off the mask to show the tired face of director Zhang nodded, and then the voice hoarse way: "I am not deaf, do not need to be so loud."

"Yes?" Fu Zhongting was overjoyed. He gave director Zhang a big hug and slapped him on the back twice. "OK, Lao Zhang, it's ok if I give it to you. OK."

Director Zhang suddenly coughed twice, and Zhong Jiaqi hurriedly went up to pull away the man: "get out of the way quickly, director Zhang has been exhausted from the operation all night, and you still hit people like this. Director Zhang, are you ok?"

"It's still a little clock, old Fu, a rough man." Director Zhang shook his head and sighed.

Zhong Jiaqi finally showed a smile: "director, it's hard, can we see him now?"

The director shook his head: "now we need to send it directly to the guardianship room for observation. We need to stay in it for 24 hours. If it's in good condition, we can turn it out. If it's not, we need to continue to observe. Don't worry. There are doctors and nurses in it. It's useless for you to stay here. Let's go back. The doctor will inform you if there is any situation."