"Miss, don't be angry, we don't want such an accident to happen, but you know that these needles are Yankee's things, and they cost several dollars a piece, and we all used it for several years, and I didn't think it would break when Mr. had surgery."
"What the hell are you guys hospital?"
"Miss, don't cry, we've gone to find a needle, I believe there will be a new one soon, hey, it's really coming, man, give me the needle" At this moment, another doctor walked back to the doctor with a silver needle in his hand.
The doctor holding the broken needle took the silver needle, and then immediately lowered his head to mend Mu Jiang's wound after threading.
Mu Jinjin saw that the doctor was working seriously and didn't dare to disturb, so he had to swallow this breath silently.
After five or six minutes, the doctor finally sewed up Mu Jiang's wound.
The doctor tore off the needle and thread, tied a knot, and put the needle in his hand into the rusty iron basin, the whole process as if sewing clothes.
Mu Jinjin saw that her scalp was numb, and her legs were shaking the whole time, but when she saw that his wound was sewn up with dense needles and threads, she was still relieved.
At least he's not bleeding profusely now.
"Doctor, how is he now, when will he wake up, why haven't he woken up after sewing up the wound," Mu Jinjin walked up to the doctor, shaking the doctor's arm like crazy and asked.
The doctor was so dazed by her shaking that he had to hold her hand to prevent her from shaking before he spoke.
"Miss, please stop shaking me, or I will faint and no one will help you save your husband" "I'm sorry."
Mu Jinjin reacted that he was rude, and quickly let go of the doctor's hand, took a few steps back, and couldn't wait to ask.
"So what the hell is going on with him now, when will he wake up?"
"Miss, we can't answer you accurately now whether he can live, we have to see if he can wake up in a few days, if he doesn't wake up in a few days, he will be dead, otherwise he will be fine" "What's the difference between you and not answering me" Mu Jinjin was a little annoyed, his little face wrinkled, aggrieved and pitiful.
"There's definitely a difference, miss, at least I'll tell you, no.
But if Miss wants to increase his chances of survival, I have a solution, only" "What can you say?"
Mu Jinjin looked up at the doctor excitedly from his sadness, as excited as if he had seen a life-saving straw.
"Well, the way is to find someone with the same blood type to give him a large amount of blood transfusion, which can increase his heart rate strength, maybe he can get through" "Really," Mu Jinjin was so excited that he almost cried.
"It's really Miss, don't look at us as poor and backward here, but we still have the most basic medical ethics, and we won't fool you with these nonsense.
It's just that the equipment in our hospital was robbed by the enemy last week, and it's really difficult to check your husband's blood type. ” "It's not going to be difficult, I know his blood type is blood type A," Mu Jin said seriously.
"Oh Miss, you know that's going to be easy, you find a blood type A from your pile of servants, and I'll find a set of infusion kits."
"Well, that's a problem for you, doctor."
"But miss, I have one thing to tell you before I leave.
That blood transfusion equipment is only available to our president and the royal family, and if you want to use it, you have to pay us $3 afterwards." t1706231537: