Chapter 517: No need for guests
"Cotton swabs."
"tweezers."
"Hemostatic forceps."
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In the operating room, Mu Changying calmly and calmly treated Gu Xichen's wounds. He was seriously injured, with multiple fractures, and his brain was bleeding profusely.
Although she was young, she was calm and unhurried when she was in an accident, and the treatment of the wound was quick and accurate. The other assisting doctors breathed a sigh of relief.
Originally, they thought it was a joke when they heard that this little girl was the attending doctor, but they didn't expect that she did have real materials, and she was really talented.
The nurse with the medical equipment in her hand exclaimed in surprise, "Doctor Mu, the patient is crying!"
Hearing this, the other doctors acted in unison, glaring at the little nurse neatly.
Really ignorant, disturbing the attending doctor, who is responsible for any problems in the operation?
The older doctor was not surprised, "Maybe it's the pain, have you taken the anesthesia?"
"Hit... hit."
Mu Changying's movements in her hands were orderly and calm, her eyes fell on Gu Xichen's face.
In a coma, there was no expression on his face, but there was a tear from the corner of his eye, and a crystal clear tear ran down his cheek.
She calmly retracted her gaze, "Wipe it off, don't let it flow on the wound."
It is unlikely that the wound will affect the lacrimal gland, and tearing may be a natural reaction of the body.
"Oh, alright."
The little nurse nodded again and again, picked up the sterilized handkerchief and gently wiped away the tears.
"gauze."
"Scissors."
Mu Changying took the scissors and spun them around in his hands, cutting off the excess gauze.
Putting down the tool in his hand, looking at the bandaged wound, he nodded with satisfaction.
On the monitor, after rescue, the patient's data has also stabilized.
The little nurse's eyes fell on the timer, and her voice was full of surprise, "The operation time is thirty minutes and seven seconds."
Her eyes were burning with adoration, almost without the word idol written on her face.
Mu Changying walked out of the operating room, and before she had time to take off her mask and gloves, her arm was firmly grasped by a large hand.
Tan Wan'an's lips were bloodless, "I... is my son all right?"
The strength in her hands was so great that her nails were about to dig into the flesh.
Gu Qingyun stood aside, her mood was much calmer, her little face was filled with a false smile again.
Hearing the movement, Rong Luyuan, who was standing in the corner, raised his head, the cruelty in his eyes flashed.
"Mrs. Gu, you're too emotional." He strode forward and grabbed Tan Wan'an's hand, so hard that it seemed like he would crush the bones of her hand.
The thick brows were tightly furrowed, and the unpleasant aura quickly spread around, making people almost shudder.
"..." Tan Wanan was in pain, her face wrinkled into a ball, and she let go of her hands in despair.
Mu Changying took off her mask, "Your son is fine."
Rong Luyuan saw her red arm being pinched, and the cold and hostile aura around her became more and more low.
Being stared at by him with such a deathly gaze, Tan Wan'an's head trembled, her heart raised nervously in her throat, she wanted to explain aloud, but she swallowed the words again.
"Mrs. Rong, as long as my son wakes up. My Gu family will treat you as a guest."
Mu Changying took off her gloves and rubbed her red arm, her eyes flashing with a hint of coldness.
"Oh? You don't need to be a guest. Just don't forget the conditions that Second Miss Gu promised in advance."
Suddenly being named, Gu Qingyun, who was standing beside her, was stunned for a while, and met Mu Changying's cold eyes, her heart stopped for a beat, and anxiety swept the cells in her body.