After being confessed by the paranoid school grass

The sun at six o'clock in the morning is orange, and there is no too dazzling light around, like a big salted egg yolk hanging in the low sky.

Scomman prepared breakfast and put it on the table, and Slang squeezed toothpaste on his toothbrush sleepily.

"How did you sleep last night?" Scomman handed Si Lang a book of warm water, with a healing smile on his face.

"I slept well and didn't have any dreams. I guess I was a little tired yesterday."

The two of them didn't chat much, and set off to the hospital after dinner.

Before the operation, the doctors sat together for another meeting, and once again finalized various details of the operation.

After the meeting, several doctors went to the disinfection room to wash their hands for sterilization.

When Si Lang walked out of the meeting room, he saw a tall and tall figure in the corridor far away.

"Uncle Liu."

"Ah, Si Lang." Liu Zhengze reached out and patted Si Lang's shoulder, "Come on, uncle believes in you."

"No matter what the result is, I can accept it calmly, and don't put too much pressure on you."

Si Lang nodded, turned around and entered the disinfection room.

Remove the hand sanitizer and wash your hands with the six-step method. The arm is spirally washed to 12 cm above the elbow, and the hand sanitizer is rinsed off with clean water; then take a sterile hand brush dipped in disinfectant hand sanitizer and brush hands, forearms, and 10 cm above the elbow.The running water starts to flush from the fingertips. After the arm is slightly dry, wipe it off with a sterile towel.Finally, cancel the venom and smear the hands completely. After the hands are dry, disinfect and dress.

Si Lang has performed this step thousands of times, but he has never felt that time flows so slowly like today, and he can clearly hear his own heartbeat and breathing.

"Relax, Si Lang. Take a deep breath, you can." Si Lang said to himself, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

After practicing for eight years, it might be fine.

When the surgeon entered the operating room, reporters from major media took camera tripods to occupy a good position at the door of the operating room, always preparing for the moment when the door of the operating room opened again.

"Operation begins."

The shadowless lamp was turned on, illuminating Liu Yao's face extremely clearly, every pore could be seen clearly.

The silver instruments and knives were already arranged in a row. This was a game between Yoshiro Liu and himself.

Holding a knife in his hand, under the knife is his lover.

The hair on Liu Yao's head has been shaved, and he quietly closed his eyes to enjoy the tranquility.

"You're still handsome with your hair shaved." Si Lang thought to himself, trying to have some fun for himself so that he wouldn't be too nervous.

Close your eyes, calm down, and calm down.

Start to move the knife.

The sharp knife reflected the silvery light, and the blade cut open Liu Yao's cerebral cortex.

Neat, no hand tremors.

"Very good, I'm in good condition, now let's move on to the next step." Silang was having a monologue in his heart.

Next is the treatment of the lesion. Si Lang put down the knife in his hand, and took the nano scalpel exclusively developed by Scomman handed over by the nurse next to him.

Si Lang cut open the brain tissue and found that the situation inside was indeed not very optimistic.

The nerve muscle has shrunk to the thickness of a hair, and the tip has grown into the adjacent muscle. It is indeed a huge project to reconnect the severed nerve.

Pulling a hair out of the egg custard can't make the egg custard even a little bit damaged.

It didn't take long for Si Lang's head to be densely covered with beads of sweat.

Scomman hurriedly wiped off the sweat for Si Lang with the handkerchief, and his eyes signaled Si Lang to stay calm.

The reporters outside the gate of the operating room ate and drank, and no one cared about the person lying on the operating table inside.

The so-called interlinkage of sorrow and joy in the world is nothing more than seeing some tragic scenes and hearing some tragic voices.Nor needless to say be a silent mourning for the poor out of fear of these things.

The complexity of the lesion was far beyond what Si Lang and the other doctors had predicted. As soon as the sweat beads on Si Lang's forehead were wiped off, it was covered with a dense layer again.

"Don't be nervous, don't shake your hands." Si Lang told himself over and over in his heart.

An hour after the operation, Scomman looked at Slang nervously.Silang's breathing was a little short, and the temperature during the operation was relatively low, but it still gave people a feeling of being out of breath.

"Microscopic tweezers." Si Lang stretched out his hand, and Scomman handed it over.

Since the operation is performed on the brain, advanced scientific equipment is indispensable. Through the electron microscope, Silang is trying to separate the nerves and muscles with tools.

In the first attempt, the tool in Silang's hand was retracted as soon as it touched the brain tissue.

Si Lang was a little afraid to make a move, in case he didn't control his strength well, in case his hand shook suddenly, in case...

In case he dies by my knife.

It's been two hours since the operation and there's still no progress.

The reporters outside the operating room sat on the floor bored, while Liu Zhengze, housekeeper Sheng Yuan and others waited in the isolation ward next to the operation.

"Okay, take a deep breath now." Si Lang continued to talk to himself in his mind.

"Now you stand in front of the operating table, you are a doctor."

"Don't think about messy things, put aside the relationship between lovers, now he is just a patient waiting to be healed."

"He's waiting for someone to wake it up, for someone to push that door open for him."

Si Lang raised the scalpel and continued to operate.Scomman sweated for him.

The people around also went all out to assist Si Lang in the long suffering.

Outside the operating room at this moment, many people are praying for them.

Yin Yu caressed the leather bracelet on his wrist with his fingers, looking into the distance.In the midsummer of May, the city is full of flowers, and a huge Sophora japonica tree is in full bloom outside the window, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

In a small Jingyue nunnery on the mountain in the distance, incense is permeating under the bodhi tree.A little bhikkhuni was kneeling and sitting in front of the Buddhist hall, chanting the scriptures of blessing in his fingers and mouth.

Yu Bin was sitting in the office, with his fingers resting on the keyboard, his eyes revealing a trace of sadness and worry, and he stared intently at the buildings in the distance.

Six hours after the operation, no news came.

Liu Zhengze looked out at the clear sky through the window, with a few misty clouds, it was clear.There are noisy cicadas calling, making the noise of summer coming.

Xiaoqing, can you see me?What are you doing now?

Now you are also praying for Liu Yao in the sky, right?

Liu Zhengze looked up at the distant sky, and the distant and near clouds overlapped each other, as if collaging a smiling face on the sky.

"Xiaoqing?" Liu Zhengze opened his eyes wide, one hand supported the window frame, and the other tremblingly reached out to the sky, wanting to touch that face.

The cloud in the sky was quickly blown away by the wind, and Liu Zhengze's heart beat suddenly.

At the same time, the door of the operating room opened.

The reporters quickly took their positions, raised their camera flashes, and a burst of clicking sound filled the corridor.

Liu Zhengze and others immediately rushed to the side of the hospital bed.

"How's the situation! What's the matter? This...Silang?"

The unconscious person on the bed was not Liu Yao, but Si Lang who had passed out from the operation.

The operation lasted seven hours. The great pressure and difficulty caused Si Lang's brain to go into shock, and he suddenly passed out beside the operating table.

"The patient's condition is relatively complicated, but there is no special life-threatening situation. Please wait patiently." A nurse briefly explained the situation to Liu Zhengze and then pushed Si Lang to the emergency room.

At this moment, his father, Scomman, is taking over Si Lang's position.

Scomman carefully observed the wound under the microscope, preparing for the next step of the plan.Si Lang's operation is really not a cover, every cut is done with gentleness and rigor, without a single mistake.

The nerve has been completely exposed, and now it is only necessary to pick out the nerve from the tissue and connect it.

Scommann operates through a magnifying glass, and the tip of the forceps lightly touches the tiny nerve.Excessive strength will directly damage the nerves, and too little strength will not allow the nerves to be stripped from the tissue. The operation has now reached a critical period.

There is not much time left for Scomman, and anesthesia cannot be injected repeatedly for a vegetable.In an instant, Scomman could feel the tremendous pressure Si Lang faced when he was performing the surgery just now.

"Where is this?"

"Don't move, I'm giving you an infusion. You fainted just now." Si Lang opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed, his mind went blank for a moment.

What time is it now?What about Liu Yao?

Si Lang hurriedly grabbed the little nurse next to him: "Where's Liu Yao?"

"Right now, Scomman is the chief surgeon, and the operation is still in progress."

Si Lang felt his blood pressure go up in an instant, and before he could explain anything to the little nurse, he pulled out the needle on his hand and rushed to the operating room.

After re-sterilizing, changing clothes, he walked to the operating table and took the knife from Scomman's hand.

"It has entered a critical period, it is best to hurry up."

"it is good."

Scomman has perfectly picked out the nerve, and Shiro will be responsible for the docking of the two nerves.

Time is passing by bit by bit, every minute and every second must not be wasted before the expiry date of the anesthetic, otherwise the second injection of anesthetic will greatly reduce the possibility of waking up for Liu Yao.

Eight hours, nine hours, ten hours.

I went in at nine o'clock in the morning and didn't come out until seven o'clock in the evening.

Aunt Zhao brought the meal, but everyone didn't eat a few mouthfuls.

Eight ten in the evening.

The operating room door opened.

Liu Zhengze felt that his legs were weak, he didn't dare to go to the hospital bed, and he didn't dare to hear the little nurse explain the result of the operation to them.

There were countless helplessness and entanglements in Liu Zhengze's eyes, just like a lost child who stopped in the crowd coming and going, not daring to leave half a step, anxiously and hopelessly waiting for his hands to be held in the next moment.

Si Lang came out of the operating room with a pair of red eyes and a tired expression.

"How was the result of the operation?"

"May I ask how the patient is doing now?"

"Excuse me……"

Facing the rows of cameras and microphones, Si Lang lowered his head and remained silent, tears streaming down his cheeks and dripping on the floor making a crisp sound.

Everyone fell silent immediately.