Seeing his great respect, she stood at the door and whispered, "Professor Xia, the patient you sent is not very good..."

Xia jingnian suddenly stood up and looked up at her.

The nurse shivered for a moment, separated by a few meters away. Somehow, she always felt that Professor Xia, who had always been kind to people, looked particularly cold tonight.

There is no light in the office, but Xia jingnian's eyes look very bright and cold.

"What happened to her?"

Xia jingnian came.

"The blood can't stop. The blood bank is running out of type B plasma. If it's not enough, people in the research institute should be called on to donate blood."

This is not a hospital itself, and there is not much emergency plasma. As soon as Tang Qing delivered it, he was bleeding heavily, which directly exhausted the plasma in the blood bank.

Xia jingnian did not say a word, just went to the disinfection room, the nurse saw his preparation knew that he would personally operate the knife, immediately followed in the past.

*

when Tang Qing woke up, it was the morning of the third day.

During these three days, between her coma, she underwent a 24-hour emergency operation, stayed in the intensive care unit for a day and a night, and finally stabilized on the third day and was sent to the general ward.

The body is very tired, tired of a finger can not lift up, open eyes, light stabbed into the eyes, even the brain is hard to get up pain.

She groaned and groaned gently, but found that she couldn't make any sound. She moved her neck slowly, and felt that the neck was very stiff. Layers of gauze wrapped around her neck made her unable to move.

She looked at the ceiling above her head in a daze. It was hard to remember the taste of the fault. She couldn't think out what happened to her now.

She tried to sit up from the bed and got involved in the operation wound. She was so smart that she fell back.

Someone opened the door and came in with a cold voice: "you'd better lie in bed now, or you'll have to sew needles for you."

Tang Qing looks up at Xia jingnian in his white coat. His face is white and he looks very cold. When Tang Qing sees him, he suddenly remembers that she fainted in bed and vomites his blood

Xia jingnian came in and took a look at the instrument. He took the medical record book and recorded it. Tang Qing saw that his hands with pen were wrapped with thick bandages. He didn't know what to do and hurt his fingers

I always feel that I have missed a lot of things in this coma.

“…… What's wrong with me? "

She asked laboriously, the vibration of vocal cords made her throat throbbing, she frowned.

Xia jingnian ignored her. After recording, she asked coldly, "is there any discomfort in the body?"

Uncomfortable?

Can she say she's sick all over?

Tang Qing lies on the bed, remembering that he has no reason to spit blood, but also a bit at a loss.

She used to be in good health, but later she got worse and worse. In addition, she was in a bad mood, which could be said to be internal and external troubles.

She felt that if she had stayed with Xia jingnian, even if she had not been killed by him, she might have died somehow

"Professor Xia, I'll come here."

Someone came in with a loud voice and interrupted the silence of the room.

Xia jingnian looked at her and handed the record to her. She said faintly, "if there is nothing, don't look for me."