Chopin didn’t understand dicine, but he did have a decent clinic and a doctor whose skills were passable. Hua Qingyi hadn’t completely let down his guard; though he appeared relaxed, the nerves hidden behind were always on high alert.
The clinic wasn’t large, and its equipnt was quite rudintary compared to so big hospitals. However, if you insisted on performing complex surgeries, it was still feasible, as long as it wasn’t chest or cranial surgery; the equipnt was sufficient to handle it.
Dr. Zhang was an excellent anesthesiologist, as well as a great surgeon.
When he picked up the scissors, Hua Qingyi stood up. Instinctively, his subjective distrust of outsiders caused him to block in front of Xiao Lin.
Dr. Zhang looked at Hua Qingyi puzzled, with a strong sense of ’you’re a lunatic’ in his eyes, but the patient had already experienced temporary ntal numbness due to excessive bleeding, placing him on the brink of crisis, so he had to speak up, even though talking was a hassle for him.
"You’re interfering with my work."
The man actually used this tone with him, Hua Qingyi raised an eyebrow.
"Young Master Hua, the military doctor needs treatnt now; let’s wait outside. Dr. Zhang is an expert in surgery; I really trust him." Chopin smiled as he pulled Hua Qingyi. He was really worried about their personalities clashing; maybe this Young Master Hua could really tear down the clinic, and then who would he find to treat injuries? Such a losing business is sothing he would never do.
"A world-class singer, unexpected you smoke! Isn’t your voice supposed to be protected?" Hua Qingyi spoke calmly.
As he got into Chopin’s car, all the related information had already been sent to Hua Qingyi’s phone via email. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have brazenly followed along, considering how many hidden threats had been shadowing them along the way; normal people would have a hard ti noticing them, although Chopin hadn’t noticed them either.
"There’s pressure in being a star, want one?" Chopin seed a bit helpless. Although he had so minor political backing, in Hua Qingyi’s eyes, those people were insignificant, completely negligible.
"Why are you at the hospital?" Hua Qingyi raised an eyebrow.
Chopin sighed deeply, took a long drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke slowly like an old smoker, then said: "The Dragon Tiger Entertainnt City in the North Alley. The military doctor and I are friends in a gaming group. I thought I was the last to arrive, but unexpectedly, the military doctor was even later. Shortly after, I took my drunk friend ho, and heard the news on the way that there was an explosion there, so I rushed to the hospital."
"Hmm!"
The language was not heavily adorned, the speech rhythm was steady, Hua Qingyi knew Chopin wasn’t lying. His breathing pattern remained consistent, though there was a hint of guilt, it didn’t affect his overall state.
"One of you needs to co in to help; the patient is resistant to the anesthetic. I need soone to hold him down." The door of the clinic was pulled open, and Dr. Zhang stood at the door with no expression of surprise.
After exchanging glances, the two walked into the clinic together. Xiao Lin sat on the operating bed, not looking too bad, but with the partially cut clothes still hanging halfway off his body, he looked a bit comical. The viciousness in his dark eyes scared Chopin; Hua Qingyi was already used to such gazes, while Dr. Zhang had no reaction. It seed he only saw the symptoms, not the patient, making him quite an intriguing person.
"Brother!"
"I’ll do it myself!" Xiao Lin said blandly, allowing Hua Qingyi to let go of the stone in his heart. As long as he could speak, it was fine; he really feared he’d say nothing, which would make things far more complicated.
"Are you a doctor?" he then glanced at Dr. Zhang and asked.
"Yes!"
"Good! Prepare a number 9 handle, a number 13 blade, and dium suturing thread." Xiao Lin pulled off and discarded the half-length clothes he was wearing and wiped the wound with a large cotton swab soaked in dical alcohol. He then said to Hua Qingyi: "Qing Yi, prepare a clean set of clothes and my car."
"I’m not leaving now!" Xiao Lin glanced at him, saying nothing more; anyway, Hua Qingyi would figure out a way to get his car back.
"How much anesthesia do you need?" Dr. Zhang placed the items Xiao Lin required on the surgical tray. As Xiao Lin decisively specified his requirents, Dr. Zhang realized that his skills were of no use to this person.
"No need."
The lights above the operating table were very bright, illuminating the wound. You could clearly see every mark. As the bullet passed through, it charred the muscle in an instant, leaving it flipped outward; inflammation had already appeared on the surface. Chopin seed afraid of seeing blood, so he chose to avoid it. Knowing Dr. Zhang’s aversion to the sll of smoke, he always smoked outside. As this location was relatively remote from the city center, he wasn’t worried about paparazzi following him.
"You’re seriously injured!" Due to his dical knowledge, Dr. Zhang did not believe Xiao Lin could complete the whole process alone, especially without anesthesia. This inevitably reminded him of the ancient story of Guan Yu scraping his bones to treat poison; during that period, it was due to the lack of advanced anesthesia techniques, but in the modern civilized age, there’s no need to imitate the ancients.
"Anesthetics only damage nerve tissue, so you won’t feel pain. You are an anesthesiologist, you should be more aware of the components of anesthetic mixtures than anyone else." Xiao Lin continued to speak in an emotionless tone, making Hua Qingyi frown. He disliked hearing him speak in such a manner and wanted to say sothing, but in the end, he held it in.
The blade of a No. 13 scalpel is arc-shaped, which is not the best choice for cutting through subcutaneous tissue. Xiao Lin held the handle and carefully separated the adhesions on the wound. Due to prolonged neglect, so muscle had fused with the bullet, forming a lump. To remove the bullet, it was necessary to also remove the surrounding nerve and muscle tissue, making Dr. Zhang raise his eyebrows beside him.
It was very quiet! Hua Qingyi and Dr. Zhang seed to have reached a consensus, both standing silently watching Xiao Lin cut off adhesions without a twitch, watching pieces of white gauze turn red. All that was left was the sound of their breathing.
Chopin did not enter; cigarette butts littered the ground and he felt dizzy. Actually, a tobacco buzz is more uncomfortable than a liquor one. He leaned against the examination room door, breathing in fresh air, though the scent of blood lingered, attracting the barking of dogs.
In the silence, now and then, the clinking of tal utensils could be heard, cold and hard, unsettling to the heart.
Sweat dampened Xiao Lin’s hair, and for a mont, Hua Qingyi thought he was doing it on purpose. No one knew Xiao Lin better than him; the pain in his heart was beyond comprehension!
"Dr. Zhang, please stitch up." After pulling out the bullet with tweezers, Xiao Lin pressed hemostatic cotton on the wound. He was not soone who would show off his strength. Sotis showing weakness is a form of courage. As a military doctor, he clearly understood his capabilities, not because he couldn’t complete the work, but because there was no need to overexert himself.
The blood flow was considerable, an undeniable fact.
"If the rest is handled by , then I hope you’ll be a good patient." Dr. Zhang deftly hung a bottle of glucose on the hook, skillfully set up the drip, and pierced Xiao Lin’s skin with the needle, then continued: "Necessary nutrients are required; take the anti-inflammatory dication before you go."
The small surgical lamp was focused on the wound, rging perfectly with the technique. The smooth incision had no serrations, each cut made without hesitation or pause. This flawless technique left Hua Qingyi in awe.
"Excellent technique!" A good surgeon is not only judged by the decisiveness during an operation and case analysis but also the suturing of the wound. The neat closure and smooth spacing determine the healing condition; good stitching can make the scar nearly invisible over ti.
"Likewise!" Dr. Zhang removed his gloves, finished handling everything, and as he walked out of the examination room, he glanced at Chopin and Hua Qingyi, saying calmly: "I’ll leave him to you tonight; he might develop a fever in the middle of the night. I’ve prepared the dication; he must leave tomorrow."
Hua Qingyi now believed that this doctor truly had no idea who he was. It was refreshing to et such a person in this place compared to those who were always cautious and submissive.
"Brother, what do you plan to do next? There’s news from the hospital; sister-in-law is out of danger."
"The people we captured will be handed over to Dragon Soul; this is not a simple vendetta incident." Xiao Lin gazed at the dripping liquid, crystal clear like tears, dazzling beneath the incandescent lamp: "Night Eagle went to the Middle East, and until now he’s missing."
"Are you planning to go to the Middle East?" Hua Qingyi interjected sensitively. Although he hadn’t heard of any issues there, the current turmoil wouldn’t necessarily be favorable for the Xia Family.
"Is the gentleman still at Dragon Soul Headquarters?" Xiao Lin shifted the topic.
"Yes! That person is quite tight-lipped."
"Arrange for to et him."
"That can be arranged, but..." Hua Qingyi hesitated slightly.
"Speak!" Xiao Lin blinked, the anti-inflammatory dication contained sedative ingredients, he couldn’t help but smile, it seed the doctor was quite considerate.
"Two suspects in the North Alley explosion case, one committed suicide by poisoning, the other fled after shooting a police officer. Moreover, I don’t think it’s right for you to leave now." Hua Qingyi was adamant about his views, he would never compromise, indicating a strong resolution.
Xiao Lin, knowing this well, did not argue with him because he was the sa way, refusing to easily back down.
"Sister-in-law needs you now, the Xia family needs you too, and you have no reason to go to the Middle East." (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian) to vote with recomndations and monthly tickets; your support is my greatest motivation.)
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