"What 10,000, only one can survive, so why do you still say that it's not serious, who else told you these data, I used to know a relative who was shot in the chest and survived safely after being sent to the hospital for rescue, how can you talk nonsense like that," her voice became a little excited.
"Miss, I'm not talking nonsense, you also said that it was your relative who lived in the city, and the hospital there had all kinds of medicines, and it was not difficult to save a person.
But we all use the traditional surgery method here, and there are not too many people who die during the surgery. ” “” She took a few steps backwards and looked at the doctor's pale face.
Only one person out of 10,000 people can survive What is the difference between this and directly sentencing him to death?
But even if there is only a glimmer of hope left.
Even if there is only one billionth of hope left, she will try.
She had to save him "Okay doctor, I won't ask you these useless questions, I just beg you to operate on him quickly, to save him quickly, okay?"
she cried and begged the doctor.
"Then the young lady please leave first, the next scene of the operation is very bloody, I'm afraid you can't bear it."
The doctor gestured to where the military police were standing.
"No" Mu Jinjin immediately refused.
"I'm going to stay here with him, no matter how bloody the picture is, I'm going to stay here with him" The doctor shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and took a pair of rusty scissors to cut through Mu Jiang's white shirt, revealing his bloodstained wounds.
Mu Jin looked at the wound and found that his wound was blurred with blood, and the hot blood poured out of the wound like an unstoppable torrent, staining his entire shirt red, and the yellow bullet tail loomed in the wound. “” He must be in pain She folded her hands over her mouth, afraid that she would accidentally scream and startle the doctors' surgery.
Doctors couldn't be more familiar with these bullet-removing surgeries.
I can't say that, after all, that kind of kung fu is something that a normal person can do.
A doctor took a sharp fruit knife from the rusty iron basin, wiped it with a white cloth, and then handed the knife to the patient's chest and made a few strokes, as if to measure how to cut it.
"Wait a minute" Mu Jinjin stopped the doctor uncontrollably, and the person was already frightened to the extreme.
The doctor was a little impatient, stopped the knife and looked up to ask him.
"This young lady, may I ask you what's the matter, if you don't continue the operation, the patient should die."
"I, I'm sorry I didn't mean to disturb your surgery.
But you haven't given him anesthetic yet, and your knife hasn't been disinfected with disinfectant, what if you get infected after cutting it like this?"
The doctor sneered twice as if he had heard some big joke, "Miss, don't blame me, blame the damned war."
It's lucky to have a hospital in a place like this that won't be shattered by shells, and you dare to expect alcohol and disinfectant." “” Mu Jinjin was shocked, and tears stopped in his eyes.
At first, she only thought that the hospital's backup drugs were backward, but she didn't expect that there were not even two kinds of books, anesthetics and disinfectants.
They operated on the patient and it turned out to be a direct operation God, what's the difference between that and her own surgery on him But now it's useless to say anything. oshow7 t1706231537: