Huo Yao took out the medicine from his pocket, poured out a grain, crushed his fingertips into powder, and sprinkled it evenly on Huo Yulin's wound. Then he said, "just take the bullet, and I'll solve the rest."

When the Dean saw her move, he had doubts, but this was not the time to ask more questions. He nodded, "OK."

When he picked up the scalpel, the Dean also looked at the weak life data on the equipment and sighed.

This operation is really difficult.

It's not just him. In the eyes of all the experts and doctors nearby, this kind of one breath data can't stand the knife. It's still the chest, involving the heart.

Huo Yao didn't go to see the expert doctor on the spot. He took off his coat and took out a few longer silver needles to tie them to the other acupoints quickly and steadily.

Only by letting the pulse Qi swim and hover in the heart, can we survive this thoracic surgery.

For five hours, the Dean finally took out all the bullet fragments from Huo Yulin's chest, while the life data displayed on the nearby equipment had hardly changed.

Although still weak, but miraculously there is no variable.

The operation, which was hopeless to all present, succeeded.

The Dean sewed up the last stitch. He turned his head and looked at the young girl beside him. He said in his heart that it was fake if he was not shocked.

For the first time, he saw a medical skill that only a few silver needles could hang people's lives, which was far beyond his knowledge of acupuncture and moxibustion.

Huo Yao put away the silver needle. After the nurse nearby cleaned Huo Yulin's wound, he took out his own medicine, ground it into powder and sprinkled it on it. Finally, he asked her to wrap up the wound.

Seeing this, the Dean thought that before the operation, the little girl also sprinkled powder, and later the whole process also had little bleeding, so he asked, "does the medicine you applied have hemostatic effect?"

Huo Yao's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he answered faintly. Then he stretched out his hand to feel his pulse. At last, the look of Ning Su relaxed slightly at this moment.

"Hard work, everyone." Huoyao nodded to the dean and others, and soon she came out of the emergency room with the needle box and coat.

Cheng Ming, who was waiting outside, saw Huo Yao come out and walked over quickly. "How's Mr. Lin, miss?"

Huo Yao's steps were a little flimsy, and his lips were not bloody. He looked at Cheng Ming and said, "it's OK."

When Cheng Ming heard about the speech, he worried all night and finally realized, "it's ok if it's OK, it's ok if it's ok..." At this time, he noticed that Huo Yao's face was as white as paper, "are you OK, miss?"

Huo Yao just spent too much energy, just said: "I'm ok, I'll go back first, and I don't have to tell my brother about tonight."

Cheng Ming Leng next, reaction, he was a little ashamed to explain a: "sorry, Lin young master don't let me say."

Huo Yao raised his hand and waved, "I know, so you think I haven't been here tonight. I don't know the whole process."

Cheng Ming opened his mouth and was about to say something. At this time, the nurse pushed the bed out of the emergency room. Seeing this, he quickly followed up.

Huo Yao walked out of the hospital. At five o'clock in the morning in the capital, it was still dark and quiet.

As the cool wind blew, Huo Yao gathered his coat and looked at his car which was taped and locked at the door.

The security guard at the security booth didn't know where she was. She pressed her eyebrows and gave up driving home. Instead, she took out her cell phone from her pocket.

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