Chapter 247

In the small western style house in the forbidden area, the school doctors used local materials to build a simple first aid table to rescue song Liuying.

Song Liuying lost too much blood and had a concussion, which made her confused.

Fresh plasma is continuously injected into song Liuying's body through the infusion tube. Several school doctors are surrounded by the first aid desk and deal with the skin and flesh wounds on her body with a serious look. They are all shocked. There are two doctors who have seen Lu Xiaolai's whiplash. When they see song Liuying's wound again, their hearts are filled with chills.

Several serious wounds on song Liuying's body were sewed with more than ten stitches, and several school doctors' disinfection clothes and plastic gloves were covered with blood stains.

Two hours later, the operation was over.

The moon is hanging high in the night sky outside the window. Song Liuying's body is covered with white gauze, just like a mummy.

The chief surgeon raised his arm, wiped the sweat between his forehead, and took off his gloves and disinfectant clothes.

An assistant doctor came up with an ugly face.

"Dr. Zhao, Miss Song's situation... Should we report it to the Council? After all, this is the eldest miss of the Song family. I'm afraid that she is still locked up here after being injured like this..."

Dr. Zhao sighed: "Alas! I can do nothing about it, either! If we come half an hour later, Miss Song may be a corpse! Gu shaophene told us that we should just keep Miss Song's life and not do other superfluous things. "

"But Song Li's blame comes down. Where can we bear the responsibility?"

"Yes! What can I do! If you don't, you have to

"Dr. Zhao, what's wrong with Miss Song?"

"Don't ask unnecessary questions, and don't listen to rumors outside. We're just doctors. Just do our job well."

"Then we are..."

"Clean up and go. I'll report the injury to Gu Shao."

The doctor nodded heavily and went back to the emergency desk to clean up the utensils and the cotton balls stained with blood.

Time has passed in the early morning, the school hospital is quiet, only the small lights on the corridor bright yellow light.

A rush of footsteps sounded, and all the voice controlled headlights in the corridor were on.

Dr. Zhao is pacing outside Lu Xiaolai's ward. He is hesitating whether to knock on the door or come back tomorrow morning to report. The door is opened from inside. Gu canzhao walks out of the room and walks to the window without expression. He looks out at the tree tops dotted with moonlight.

Gu canzhao asked calmly, "is a man dead?"

"Saved... Gu Shao, Miss Song lost too much blood and stitched many wounds. It's better not to make a big movement, otherwise it's easy to pull the wound and affect the healing of the wound. The bad environment over there is not suitable for the patients to recuperate. "

"Don't worry about the wound, she just needs a breath."

"But director Song, if you know that Miss Song is hurt like this..."

"You can get off work."

Dr. Zhao held a lot of words in his throat, and finally swallowed back, lowered his head and retreated.

The moonlight outside the window is bright and clean, not stained by dust.

Gu canzhao takes his eyes back and returns to the ward.

Lu Xiaolai on the bed turned over and asked "what's the matter" drowsily.

Gu canzhao went to the bedside, bent down and gave a kiss on her forehead: "it's OK, sleep."

"Well... Good night."

"Good night, come on."

Lu Xiaolai raised the corner of his mouth and soon fell asleep again.

Gu canzhao twisted some quilt corners for her and lay on the couch beside her, only covered with a thin blanket.