Bee, bee, bee.

The numbers on the ECG monitor have changed.

All doctors' nerves pull up the alarm line.

There was no time left. Yin Fengchun felt his hands trembling.

"He can't do this, so I'll clip it." Cao Yong made up his mind and stretched out his hand to ask the nurse for equipment.

Doctor Cao, you! All the doctors at the scene looked at Cao Yong, with only a deep admiration in their eyes. The young doctor was even more deeply moved. Senior Brother Cao was Niu. Lin Hao stood in the distance and looked at him admiringly.

Even though she knew that maybe she couldn't do it, she had to stand up at this critical moment and take on all responsibilities and risks. This is what the surgeon should do. Xie Wanying's heart was filled with emotion, thinking that it would make sense for the boys in her class to treat Senior Brother Cao as an idol.

"It's not enough for you to clamp the artery." Tao Zhijie's careful gaze seemed to observe the wound inside from the outside, and after thinking deeply, he said to Cao Yong.

"Yes." Cao Yong agreed with his statement, "A person must put his finger in and use his finger to replace the knife and block the hole first. It is best to do this."

Did these two suddenly ignore the past and plan to cooperate on the operating table? People around them carefully aimed at the expressions and trends of the two.

Yin Fengchun's breathing was a little tight, and he couldn't let her take the risk and said, "I'll block it."

"Are you sure you can?" The others glanced at his gloved hands trembled involuntarily.

What to do, he must be able to do if he can't.

"I'll stop him." Tao Zhijie decided.

The whole thing is caused by their hepatobiliary surgery patients, they are the responsibility of their hepatobiliary surgery, and they are the responsibility of him, and they should bear it rather than others. Maybe two talented young people can try to do it, but this is the burden he needs to bear, which should not be their young people.

One blockage or the other is not a neurosurgery, but just because they are doctors in the National Association and the seniors of young doctors here. The current generation needs to have strong willpower and sense of responsibility.

"Give me the pincers." Cao Yong issued another order to the nurse, not delaying the time.

"Xiao Song." Tao Zhijie said to Song Xuelin who was holding the knife, "I said I should pull it out, just pull it out, are you clear?"

Song Xuelin tightened his two delicate eyebrows, and his intuition told him: The risk is too great.

Xie Wanying looked at the situation nervously. She felt the same as Dr. Song, thinking that this was not the best solution, but there was nothing she could do. The two senior brothers decided to fight to the death.

The instrument nurse handed over the clamps, and with a snap, the long acrylic clamps with a slightly bent head fell into the heart of Cao Yong's glove-wearing palm.

Cao Yong's eyes were concentrated on the blade, recalling the angles that his junior sister mentioned and desperately searching for urology surgery he encountered during his internship.

Like Tao Zhijie who was facing each other, he was trying hard to think about the anatomical position, his brows were so tight that he could wrinkle it out, just waiting for everyone to prepare to order it out.

The people around him held their breath all over. The two anesthesiologists stood up and prepared for rescue. Lu Tianchi signaled Fu Xinheng: "Doctor Fu."

Fu Xinheng knew what he wanted to say, and looked at the monitor. Since he was here, he must help. If his heartbeat stopped, he would directly rescue the heart. Anyway, he would never give up on the patient.

When everything was ready, the sound broke through the operation room—
Chapter completed!