Su Yiwan stood in front of the operating table, looking down at Yan Xun's wound, and she frowned.

"My hand needs surgery now, it must be impossible." Su Yiwan said.

Insensitive hands and slow reactions are the biggest taboos for surgery. Half a beat slowing down may lead to direct death or even paralysis.

Even those who don’t know medicine know this.

"What should I do?" Miyagi was also stunned.

Yan Lancang was silent for a while, and he lowered his head and looked at Su Yiwan, as if they were in tune with each other.

"Can you do it?" Su Yiwan asked in a low voice.

This question made Yan Lancang frown. The woman asked the man whether it was OK, no matter what, it was not OK, but she said it.

Yan Lancang turned sideways, lowered his head and thin lips against her ear, and said hoarsely, "Okay."

"I said you do it." Su Yiwan whispered.

When Miyagi saw the two teasing each other, he took a step back and was about to go out when Su Yiwan reached out to grab his shoulder and dragged him back.

"Help." Su Yiwan whispered.

Miyagi was so stupid that he hadn't been dragged by a woman. This tmd was too shameless.

When Su Yiwan threw him back, he didn't even dare to let go of his fart. He stood there and was looked at by Yan Lancang coldly, and said in his voice: "Okay."

Su Yiwan was very straightforward to do things. After she washed the handles and told them directly about the process, the hospital director and two senior nurses were also arranged to come in.

What seems ordinary surgery does not actually challenge death.

Yan Lancang stood in the position of the attending doctor, and Su Yiwan stood beside him, holding a scalpel and handed it to him. The man seemed to have been trained, his movements were calm, as if he was merged with Su Yiwan.

Miyagi raised his eyes and subconsciously looked at the two of them. He had never seen Yan Lancang and a woman understand this way.

"Hold." Su Yiwan was startled. She reached out to hold Yan Xun's wound. Gongcheng was also scared. Su Yiwan shouted angrily: "What are you doing?"

"Sorry." Miyagi was also stunned.

He just raised his eyes and looked at it for two seconds, and almost died.

Su Yiwan held Yan Xun's chest side and said to Yan Lancang: "You can pull out the iron tools, and I will do this procedure to sew blood vessels."

"Okay." Yan Lancang said in a deep voice.

Su Yiwan's fingertips trembled. Although she was not sure, she knew that except herself, Yan Lancang and Gongcheng could not complete this step. Other doctors and nurses could only help hand over the things. They dared not take risks for this dangerous step.

Yan Lancang had no doubts and directly changed positions with Su Yiwan.

The moment the iron steel was pulled out, blood splashed out on Su Yiwan's face, and the bright red blood slid down her cheeks. Miyagi hurriedly held the wound.

"No, the patient's heart rate has dropped." The dean said, looking at the screen.

Su Yiwan's forehead was sweating coldly, her hands were trembling, and the light on the operating table shook twice. She held her breath and lowered her head. Yan Lancang felt something, turned around and stood behind her and pressed against her body.

The man's body was as hot as fire, pressing behind her. Su Yiwan stopped talking nonsense. The steel was pulled out of the blood vessel and the blood continued to roll out and dye Yan Xun's body red.

The operating room was extremely nervous, as if racing against death.

Outside the door, Mr. Yan stood outside, staring at the red light outside the operating room. His hands were trembling. Uncle Li whispered: "Old man, you need to eat something, otherwise you will fall down after the operation is over."
Chapter completed!