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You can search for "Mrs. Shen, a little sweet! Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!An Guo's fingers trembled, "Doctor Wen, what should I do without tools, what should I do..."

Her head was a mess.

"Are there ball pens and knives?"

An Guo dragged two-thirds of Gu Ting's body out of the car, carefully placed it on the side of the road, raised her hand, forgetting that her palm was dripping with blood, wiped her face, panting, "I have it in the car."

"Go and get it."

An Guo got up and ran.

She usually puts disinfectant, medical plastic gloves, and some basic tools in her car, but there are no tools for tracheal intubation.

Flurrying through the storage compartment, digging out a notepad, a ball pen and a Swiss army knife, ran back and picked up the phone.

She was like a child who was at a loss, her voice trembling: "Doctor Wen, what should I do now?"

"Sterilize the knife with alcohol, make a cut in the skin at the exact position of the patient's throat, and then hold the empty pen tube. The force and position must be accurate. You should feel the position under the cricoid cartilage."

An Guo shook his head: "No, Dr. Wen, I have never intubated a patient's trachea, nor did I have the tools in the hospital. I can't. How can a ball pen work? ."

"Anguo."

"No, this is my friend! You can't be kidding, Doctor Wen, I don't dare, I really don't..." His hands were trembling in the air.

"Anguo."

"Doctor Wen, can you rush over, I found that I really know nothing, I can't handle it, I'm afraid..."

"Anguo!"-The low and severe male voice suddenly aggravated: "If you don't do it now, your friend's only result is death due to lack of oxygen in breathing. You can't save it!"

An Guo was shocked.

His voice softened again, with a reassuring dryness: "This is the first time every doctor will experience it. Yours just came early."

He said: "You are a courageous and capable doctor. Zhang Lizhen's child has a heart problem. You were the first to discover in time that you have a natural medical acumen and ability to detect. Believe in yourself and I believe in you. "

I believe you too...

An Guo felt anxious, ups and downs, and was finally fascinated by these last words.

He is the attending doctor, and he is one of the most admired existences in the medical world.

He said he believed her.

The low, strong, and gentle words kept in my ears.

Anguo put down the phone, condensed her eyes, breathed in her mouth, cut through the skin with a knife, held the ball pen to the position and lifted it, holding her breath, her heartbeat was smashing all her nerves, hand up, atom The pen fell, and the sharp pen pierced the center of Gu Ting's throat.

She was breathless.

Until Gu Ting's chest moved.

Anguo's breath that hung in his throat fell sharply, leaning over and blowing into the pen tube.

The phone was lying quietly on the ground. The people at the other end listened to the sound of her in a hurry but did not lose her steps. The man’s deep eyes were slightly closed, and the long eyelashes hung in the air, motionless and clear. Stop water.

The hand that clenched the steering wheel was also loose.

Not better than her.

Are you worried that the patient’s safety is more, or worried that she is too nervous and afraid?

Wen Jinhuai squeezed her frowning eyebrows, her voice came through the phone, and her usual breath was restored, "Doctor Wen, thank you, okay, I'm in the right place, and he is breathing."

He breathed smoothly and spoke faintly: "Don't move the patient now, observe the situation, and wait for the ambulance."

"Doctor Wen! Can you...can you not hang up?"

The man looked at the white misty winter night outside the glass in front of the window, calm and calm, perhaps his heartstrings were only at the flick of his fingers, and once his compassion arose.

"Yep."

An Guo covered her heart, closed her wet eyes, and trembled, "Thank you, thank you."

I don't know why he didn't let him hang up.

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Xiaoer is such a gentle and quiet man, but at the critical moment, she can give her an extremely strong sense of dependence, as if he is there, everything will be fine, and she will be fine.

An Guo looked down at the bloody face on his thigh, and spoke unconsciously: "It will be fine, Dr. Wen is here, and the ambulance will be here soon..."

...

The ambulance arrived in twenty-five minutes.

Gu Ting's chest was pierced by broken glass, and the wound was deep. An Guo pulled out the glass tip and gave him a simple bandage, but he couldn't stop the blood.

She pressed her hand and got into the ambulance with her.

After discussing with her, the ambulance staff in the car could not evacuate her hands for the time being. She had to keep pressing until the hospital Gu Ting entered the operating room and had complete surgical tools for emergency surgery.

Fortunately, the road to the hospital was unimpeded and arrived in 15 minutes.

The double doors of the rear car opened, and An Guo followed every step of the way to get out of the car.

The night was mixed with the bright lights of the hospital, An Guo looked up, and in his eyes soaked with sweat and tears, a figure in a long white coat emerged from the opened glass door.

Wen Jinhuai walked quickly with the doctor and glanced at An Guo with a twisted eyebrow. The man wrapped his clean hands in medical gloves and checked the condition of Gu Ting's intubated neck. He asked the ambulance staff beside him: "How is the situation?"

An Guo whispered to him Dr. Wen, but he didn't hear it either.

She was surprised that he would rush to the hospital to take Gu Ting personally.

When I got into the ambulance, she was in a hurry. She didn't pay attention to whether the phone was on the ground or not.

After the tracheal intubation, although she begged him not to hang up, she did not speak to him.

In the operating room, Gu Ting was carried onto the operating table.

Wen Jinhuai turned his head: "Slowly release your left hand. After my hand is pressed against the patient's chest, release your right hand again."

An Guo nodded.

With his hand away from Gu Ting's chest, he said again, "You go out."

An Guo looked down at herself, looking dirty, with no sterile surgical gowns on, so she turned around.

Suddenly he grabbed the man's cold arm.

Wen Jinhuai looked sideways.

Under the shadowless lamp in the operating room, the man's eyes were as cold as ink and calm as a pool.

An Guo trembled and said, "Doctor Wen, please, he can't die."

The man turned his gaze and glanced at the face of the patient who had been cleaned out by the nurse on the operating table. He was beautiful and fair, his facial features looked very young, and he was a man.

Before answering the phone in the car, he did not guess that this important friend of hers, the friend who made her cry for a while, was a young man.

Wen Jinhuai retracted his gaze and stopped looking at her.

At the bottom of the man's eyes, there was a bit of chill and faintness in the deep secret.

Seeing that Anguo had been ignoring him and wanted to speak again, the doctor over there came over: "You go out immediately."

An Guo had to let go, lowered his head and turned around, and walked out of the operating room.

The door closed, and she heard the person's cold and indifferent voice: "Ready? Let's start, inject anesthesia."

...

Wait until four o'clock in the morning the next day.

The operating room door finally opened.

Anguo got up with hot coffee in both hands.

The man was dressed in a gray-blue surgical gown, slender and tall, his neck slightly drooping as he walked, he took off his mask, and the surgical cap on his head was still there.

An Guo stepped forward and handed over coffee: "Doctor Wen."

The surgical cap covers his forehead, but the brim of the cap reveals a few very light, soft and clean short hair, which hangs jet black on the deep temples, making the temperature in the person's eyes extremely low.

An Guo knew he must be tired after nearly five hours of surgery.

Once a man gets tired, he is in a bad mood and he does not want to talk.