"Wipe with a white cloth."

Ye Qingli's voice was terribly calm.

She endured severe pain.

Xiao Jingrui wiped the blood from his face.

"Open that white box."

Inside is Ye Qingli's injection.

This old man must have never learned injections.

Can only come by himself.

After expelling the congestion, Ye Qingli felt a little relaxed.

This knife goes down, draining the congestion first.

Otherwise, it won't take long for her organs to bear.

This old man's technology is still very good.

The location is accurate.

In this way, she can extend the life of fifteen minutes.

However, now, she is still running against Death!

It depends on who can be faster!

She resisted the pain and picked up the syringe.

Pumped a tube of Du Leng Ding, hit directly into the blood vessel.

Xiao Jingrui was dumbfounded.

Ye Qingli's approach has been constantly subverting all his knowledge of medicine.

"Don't you die if you hit the water in your body?"

"That's a blood vessel."

Ye Qingli now has no time to explain to him.

"Okay. Keep going."

She sat there halfway.

While watching his wounds.

While calmly instructing Xiao Jingrui, where to go.

One sword, two swords, three swords ...

Although the painkiller.

But that kind of intense hurt is definitely not something ordinary people can bear.

The bean-sized sweat beads kept dropping from Ye Qingli's forehead.

However, her voice did not tremble.

Jun Ao looked at her silently.

This is the woman he likes!

In any case, she has never been overwhelmed.

No more than half of the panic ...

Sometimes, this even makes Jun Aohan's heart faintly frustrated.

In this way, would it seem that they are more useless ...

Ye Qingli didn't have time to care what the man was thinking.

She didn't even notice that Jun Aohan stood beside.

When Xiao Jingrui finally finished his sword.

She spoke calmly again.

"Did you see the sewing kit?"

There are special needles and threads for surgery.

"Sew my blood vessels."

"Blood, do you recognize it?"

"Recognize ..."

Xiao Jingrui nodded stunned.

However, even the thin parts can be stitched with needles?

He held the needle as thin as a cow's hair, and his hands shivered.

Jun Aohan suddenly became nervous.

Even if he doesn't understand medicine, he can understand it now.

If you don't pay attention.

Ye Qingli may be finished!

This old man, can he do it ...

But now he dare not make any sound.

He had to stare firmly at Xiao Jingrui.

I'm afraid he got a wrong needle.

Ye Qingli's life is gone.

Ye Qingli was constantly encouraging.

"Good, very good, the location is accurate."

"The needle is a little off, but it doesn't matter. Yes, you did very well."

She started to feel like taking students in medical school.

Xiao Jingrui was so sweaty that he didn't even have time to wipe it.

Slowly, he seemed to catch some doorways.

However, there was a problem when stitching the last large blood vessel.

Because there is too much bleeding, every time the needle is taken, the thread will be washed away directly.

Xiao Jingrui was in a hurry.

"How to do?"

He also saw it.

If this large blood vessel is not sutured.

Then this time it was a failure.

Ye Qingli was sweating anxiously.

She couldn't hold it anymore.

Just with a strong will, he ordered himself to be sustained.