"Of course. Come with me." Zhong Jiaqi takes them forward.

On the way, she gave a general introduction to Tang Jiyao's injuries. He was injured in a confrontation with others when he was arresting a group of drug dealers. The other minor injuries were not mentioned. The most lethal one was the two guns in the chest, so his life and death are still unknown.

"When you arrest a drug dealer, you usually wear bulletproof vests."

Although it can't be said that it must be safe, but at least to protect the important parts, how can you be so injured.

Zhong Jiaqi sighed: "because he left the bulletproof vest to one of the hostages."

The strong smell of blood and disinfectant water spread at the door of the operating room. As soon as you get close to it, you will feel suffocated. At the door of the operating room, there are soldiers with blood stained on their bodies. All of them are stained with military uniforms. Fu Zhongting is also there. When he sees them coming, he says to others, "you should go to the doctor to deal with the doctor's injury, and then go back to the army."

As soon as the soldiers' eyes were hot, they all refused to leave. However, Fu Zhongting accentuated his tone: "this is an order. Go quickly!"

"Yes, chief!"

Finally, a group of tearful soldiers trotted away.

The operating room suddenly swung up, but it was cold. Zhong Jiaqi said to Jingyou and Suya, "you can sit here first."

Suya nodded and looked at the red light above the operating room. She felt like a sword hanging from her heart.

Jingyou is also, staring at the red operating lamp, silent, but her hands clenched tightly, 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. They didn't even have a chance to stop and ask questions.

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

Quiet and cool fingertips, a smiling face white white, Fu Zhongting also pace back and forth, showing his uneasiness.

All of a sudden, the doctor in the operating suit also came out of it and asked Fu Zhongting to sign directly.

"Critical notice?" Fu Zhongting looked at the contents above and was shocked.

Jingyou suddenly stood up from the chair and saw several big characters in the notice of critical illness, and his body suddenly staggered.

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

"Yes, Mr. Fu, do you know that the positions of the two bullets are not good? They hurt the pulmonary artery, and the blood can't stop. We have contacted the blood bank and sent the plasma to us immediately. You should sign immediately." "Hurry up," the doctor urged

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

The doctor took the operation sheet and turned to leave. Fu Zhongting suddenly clasped his shoulder and said solemnly, "Lao Zhang, this time we must rescue people for me anyway!"

"Do your best."

The atmosphere outside the operating room was dignified.

Quiet you wriggle lips, but can't speak.

After that, the nurses and doctors carrying blood plasma came in and out, and the sound of rapid footsteps was like a call for life, beating in everyone's heart.

Doctors and nurses changed one after another, and they didn't know how much plasma they sent in. Every second, they felt more anxious.

Zhong Jiaqi goes to the side to pour a few cups of hot water to come over and pass it to Suya and Jingyou.

Suya takes the water cup and puts it aside. Then she hands it to Jingyou. Jingyou's fingers are shaking, and the hot water sloshes out directly.

"It's OK, quiet. The doctors here are very good. You can warm your hands with hot water first," she said

Some people, it seems that always to the end, will realize the importance, that bit by bit unclear threads of emotion entangled in the heart, there is a mouth hard to open.

At night, the corridor is very 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 directly refused: "I won't go, you take Suya to rest."

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

It was just so cold that they couldn't help but huddle together to keep warm.

Fu Zhongting immediately asked people to send some blankets over, and then continued to wait.

After a night's persistence, Jingyou and Suya are unable to carry them at dawn. They are leaning together and dozing 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 can't you come out?"

"That's a good thing." Fu Zhongting put his arm around her shoulder and comforted her, "don't you see that the plasma is not sent inside now, which means that the situation has stabilized. I'm absolutely confident in the soldiers I bring out. You can sleep for a while."

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

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

“.... In those years, I didn't have a problem without sleeping for three days and three nights. "

"You've said you've been thinking about that year. What's your age now?"

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

Zhong Jiaqi nests in his arms and is extremely at ease.

Just as if he had just squinted, the door of the operating room opened. Fu Zhongting immediately opened his eyes, and Zhong Jiaqi's body immediately sat upright, and Su Ya and Jingyou woke up.

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

"Lao Zhang!" Fu Zhongting gave a strong cry.

He took off his mask and showed his tired face and nodded. Then he said hoarsely, "I'm not deaf. I don't need to be so loud."

"Yes?" Fu Zhongting immediately beamed with joy. He went up to give director Zhang a big hug and slapped him hard on the back twice. "OK, Lao Zhang, it's OK to give it to you, OK."

Director Zhang suddenly coughed twice, and Zhong Jiaqi on one side hastened to pull people apart: "you hurry to get out of the way. Director Zhang is tired after an operation all night. You still beat people like this. Director Zhang, are you ok?"

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

Zhong Jiaqi finally showed a little smile: "director, hard work, can we see him now?"

The director shook his head: "now we have to send it to the intensive care unit for observation. We have to stay in it for 24 hours. If we are in good condition, we can turn it out. If we can't, we can continue to observe. Don't worry. There are doctors and nurses in it. It's useless for you to stay here. We'd better go back and the doctor will inform you if there is a situation."