Quick Wear: Pregnant Beauty and Childbirth Plan

Wen Ya couldn't help but smile, yes, Yuchi Zun was in such a mess now, and with Long Aotian's awkward temperament, how could he show his vulnerability in front of her.

"Adjutant Zhang, you know him very well."

Adjutant Zhang also smiled shyly.

"Okay, ma'am, the warlord has also seen it. I'll take you to settle down."

There were no more beds to rest in Yuchizun's camp, so Adjutant Zhang wanted to arrange another place for Wenya, Li's mother, and Yuchilin to stay.

After a few people left, Yuchi Zun, who was still lying on the bed, moved his fingers and trembled his eyelashes. He seemed to hear a gentle voice...

However, she should still be in Yanjing, how could she be here.

"Overseer, Overseer?"

I heard Adjutant Zhang's voice again, but Yuchi Zun couldn't wake up.

"No, the temperature has reached almost 40 degrees. Call those foreign devils in quickly."

Adjutant Zhang had just settled down with Wen Ya and came to the camp, intending to take Yuchi Zun's temperature again.

I saw this result, a sudden high fever. . .

Wen Ya was called here again. She was a little tired. She washed up with Mother Li and was about to take a rest when she heard Adjutant Zhang's voice again.

She came over and sat on the small sofa outside. She could understand that the foreign doctors inside were discussing how to operate on Yuchi Zun.

"Wait a minute, isn't it said that he is weak and cannot undergo surgery to remove the bullet in a short period of time?"

Adjutant Zhang was stunned for a moment and stared at the group of foreign doctors.

The foreign doctor saw that Wen Ya could understand English, so he came to her and talked to her:

"The warlord's fever has reached 40 degrees. We can't delay it any longer. If we delay it any longer, the bullets in his body will cause infection. If his current body is infected again, he may not be able to save his life at all."

The foreign doctor spoke English fluently and quickly, but Wen Ya still discerned what he meant and asked, "What are the chances of success if the operation is performed now?"

Suddenly, the foreign doctor frowned.

"In the words of you Chinese people, it's probably a dead horse being treated as a living horse doctor, and the chance of success is low."

Wen Ya was stunned, and Adjutant Zhang on the side asked her quickly, "Madam, what did they say? What is the specific situation of the governor now?"

Wen Ya raised her head and said to Adjutant Zhang with wet eyes, "He said that a dead horse should be treated as a living horse doctor."

Adjutant Zhang stood there blankly.

Wen Ya overcame the hesitation in her heart and said bluntly, "Let's do the surgery. If we delay it any longer, it will be worse for his health."

In the current situation, the only option was to take a chance, but Wen Ya suddenly realized that Yuchi Zun was the son of luck in this world. He had neither died nor left this world, so how could he die.

Suddenly I felt that my sadness was in vain.

Wen Ya rubbed her eyes, the sadness in her heart completely dissipated.

Adjutant Zhang still didn't understand why his wife was suddenly so sure, as if the warlord's operation would be successful.

But Madam is right, the military governor has been delaying it for a long time. If the two bullets are not taken out, it may be really difficult to cure.

"Okay, listen to Madam, let's operate on the Overseer now."

"Please also ask Madam to convey this message to these doctors, asking them to take the Overseer's surgery seriously and not to make any mistakes, otherwise, they will also die here."

Wen Ya nodded, definitely wanting to threaten these foreign doctors, so Wen Ya conveyed Adjutant Zhang's words in English.

Immediately afterwards, the blue curtain was pulled down, and except for the foreign doctor, all of them were driven out of the camp.

But Wen Ya was worried and strongly demanded to watch by her side, but she couldn't get over it, so the foreign doctor had no choice but to allow Wen Ya to wait by her side.

The operation officially began. . .

Yuchi Zun had feelings. A large opening was opened in his abdomen, and he could vaguely smell a faint familiar fragrance...

Could it be that she is here? Did she come to see him?

Yuchi Zun wanted to speak and keep her, but suddenly, he realized the pain in his body.

"Quick, tie him with a bandage and don't let him move!"

The foreign doctor spoke English.

It was only then that Wen Ya noticed that they had not given Yuchi an anesthetic. The painful veins on the man's forehead popped out, and beads of sweat and tears slid down his cheeks.

"Why don't you give him anesthesia? With such a big wound, do you want to hurt him to death?"

The assistant of the foreign doctor walked up to Wen Ya and explained to her, "The governor's body has been injected with too much anesthetic. If he is injected again, he will not be able to wake up.

Wen Ya didn't ask any more questions and watched helplessly as several foreigners restrained Yuchi Zun who was struggling and crying out in pain.

Seeing the man screaming in pain, Wen Ya couldn't bear it. She asked the foreign doctor in English, "Can I hold his hand? I want to comfort him."

The foreign doctor looked over and finally nodded.

Wen Ya took a step forward and held Yuchi Zun's free hand tightly. As soon as the big hand grasped Wen Ya's hand, she squeezed it tightly and refused to let go until her wounds were bleeding.

"It hurts so much, Wen... Ya... I hurt..."

As she got closer, Wen Ya could see the horror of the operation more clearly. Her stomach had been cut open and her flesh and blood were blurred. She turned her head and couldn't bear to look at it.

After an unknown amount of time, there were two "ding" sounds, and two bullets fell into the iron plate respectively, with Yuchi Zun's skin and flesh still attached to them.

It must have been buried very deep in the flesh.

Wen Ya took out a handkerchief and wiped the tears on his face.

He coaxed softly in his mouth, "Don't cry, don't cry, it doesn't hurt, Zun'er, don't cry~"

Just like coaxing a child, Wen Ya couldn't help but smile.

Yuchi Zun seemed to hear her voice, and the wrinkles between his brows calmed down.

But she held Wen Ya's hand and still didn't let go.

"Ma'am, the operation was successful."

The foreign doctor opposite had a look of relief on his face.

He breathed a sigh of relief and reported the good news to Wen Ya.

"Okay, that's good if it succeeds."

Wen Ya was also happy and cried with joy. She looked at her hands, and tears fell down. Her hands had been scratched by Yuchi Zun. There were scratches on the back of her hands, and blood flowed out, staining the two of them red. hand……

After a long time, when Yuchi Zun woke up again, he felt the overwhelming pain again.

But he could feel that where the bullet was buried in his body, the bullet seemed to have been taken out.

It was still this simple tent, with a lone light bulb hanging on the top, exposed wires, and silence inside the tent.

"Adjutant Zhang..."

he murmured.

Adjutant Zhang, who was outside the curtain, immediately walked to his side.

"Overseer, are you awake?"

"The operation was successful, Overseer. All the bullets were removed from your body."

"Your body will slowly recover, and the rotten flesh caused by the bacterial infection will be removed. With time, you will be fully recovered."

Adjutant Zhang was not exaggerating. This was what he meant when Wen Ya translated the foreign doctor's words.