The outside was crying, and the medical staff inside were still rescued in an orderly manner.
It was not until the little girl's condition that she calmed down temporarily that she breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhang Yiming's thirteen silver needles were not removed.
Although the little girl has been rescued, surgery is still needed.
"Is the operating room ready?"
Mr. Jin asked hurriedly.
"It's ready!"
"Okay! Go now!"
‘Swish’
The curtain was pulled open.
A farmer couple was kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and shouting:
"Save my daughter! Save my daughter!"
When he saw the curtains opened, he immediately got up and was about to pounce on the little girl.
Zhang Yiming stopped the man and shouted:
"Don't touch her! Her condition is not stable now and needs surgery immediately!"
The man was shocked and pushed him away quickly.
"Doctor, can my daughter still be saved? Can she still live? You will definitely save her, right?"
Zhang Yiming had no time to pay attention to this man.
There are more than one such situation here for little girls.
"Old Mr. Jin's surgery is fine!" Zhang Yiming asked.
Mr. Jin knew that he wanted to stay and nodded:
"No problem! If there is anything, I will ask someone to call you again!"
"good!"
Old Jin and several medical staff pushed the little girl away in a hurry.
The peasant couple also followed.
"Doctor Zhang is here!"
Without giving Zhang Yiming a trace of time to think, almost the moment Mr. Jin finished speaking, Tang Quan's voice came again.
There was a little boy on the side of Tang Quan, with a dagger similar to a fruit knife inserted into the boy's chest.
The little boy closed his eyes tightly, his face pale, and the white bed sheets under him were covered with blood.
"This child was sent to him last! He was snatched from the criminal. He had no heartbeat anymore! We have rescued him, what a pity!"
Tang Quan felt very heartbroken and regretful.
But there is still a glimmer of hope in my heart.
Is there any miracle that Zhang Yiming can do what they can’t do?
As soon as Zhang Yiming came over, he saw the little boy standing next to Tang Quan.
That's right, he was standing next to Tang Quan.
He was exactly the same as the little boy lying down, but the knife on his chest disappeared, but he held it in his hand.
The little boy blinked his big eyes, pulled Tang Quan's white coat innocently, and followed.
But Tang Quan didn't hear a word.
"Grandpa Doctor, go and save Guoguo. Guoguo was cut seven times and he will die soon!"
The little boy was very anxious, but Tang Quan couldn't hear it and ignored him. He was so anxious that he was about to burst into tears.
But the soul has no tears.
Tang Quan and others looked regretful, but Zhang Yiming looked at the downward position next to Tang Quan with a calm expression.
Zhang Yiming squatted down and said softly:
"Are you talking about a little girl wearing a yellow skirt and two braids?"
The lost little boy suddenly heard Zhang Yiming's words and immediately showed a happy expression.
"Yes, big brother, are you a doctor? Can you save Guoguo?"
"Don't worry, Guoguo has been saved, she will not die."
"Very good!"
The little boy was excited when he heard this.
Tang Quan and others looked at Zhang Yiming with shock.
One of the young nurses took a step back in fear and hit the tray with gauze tweezers and other tools.
"Zhang, who are you talking to?"
Tang Quan asked trembled.
Zhang Yiming did not answer him, but pointed to the bed and said to the little boy:
"Are you good friends with Guoguo? She is saved now, so can you lie on it obediently? When Guoguo wakes up, you can see him."
"Um!"
The little boy nodded heavily, then climbed onto the hospital bed and lay down obediently.
The body shape of the soul coincides with the body itself.
"Dr. Zhang..."
Zhang Yiming raised his hand to stop Tang Quan's desire to speak.
A minute passed, and the little boy sat up and clenched his fists.
"Big brother, I can't go back anymore. Am I... dead?"
Zhang Yiming's face was heavy.
There are many types of souls leaving the body. Some people are frightened and their souls leave the body. They can live by just finding the lost souls back.
Some of them are seriously injured and their souls will come out of their bodies. If you can find a way to return to their bodies before the Hell Soul-Selection Messenger arrives, you will have a chance to survive.
Zhang Yiming just wanted the little boy to try this.
Unfortunately, the soul has been released for too long and can no longer go back, and the soul has become a soul.
Looking at the little boy's innocent eyes, Zhang Yiming immediately thought of the children in the Haicheng Orphanage.
The little boy is as old as them.
If the children lying here at this moment were the orphanage children...
As long as Zhang Yiming thinks this way, his heart will be so painful.
Tang Quan looked left and right, and couldn't help but whisper:
"Doctor Zhang, what's going on?"
Zhang Yiming closed his lips and stepped forward and pinched the little boy's body.
"The heartbeat has stopped, and it has exceeded the best treatment time!"
Tang Quan said quickly.
If the best treatment time exceeds, it does not mean that there is no possibility of treatment.
Zhang Yiming started first aid.
One minute, two minutes passed.
Tang Quan asked other medical staff to take care of other children, leaving only him and Zhang Yiming, and a young nurse.
"Announce death."
Tang Quan sighed.
"No! He still has rescue!"
Zhang Yiming said firmly.
Tang Quan's eyes ignited hope, but he was soon disappointed.
Zhang Yiming didn't use the way he saved the little girl just now, and he still did ordinary first aid, but this was useless.
"Big brother, am I dead?"
The little boy jumped out of the hospital bed.
Zhang Yiming stopped and looked straight at the little boy and said:
"I won't let any of you die!"
"Director Tang, arrange this little boy into the intensive care unit immediately!"
Tang Quan was surprised: "Doctor Zhang, but this child is dead!"
"No! I said he still has some help, but he can save him! Believe me! But it's not now, I need some time to prepare!"
Zhang Yiming said firmly.
Tang Quan looked at Zhang Yiming's firm eyes and finally chose to believe him!
"good!"
The little boy was quickly pushed away, but the little boy's soul kept following Zhang Yiming.
Zhang Yiming looked at several seriously injured children and helped each child get out of danger.
Until after the temporary work, Tang Quan pulled Zhang Yiming to the corner and asked in a low voice.
"Doctor Zhang, who are you talking to just now?"
Zhang Yiming looked down at the little boy beside him.
Tang Quan followed his gaze, but saw nothing. After hesitating for a moment, he said:
"Is that little boy?"
Zhang Yiming nodded slightly.
Tang Quan pursed his lips and lowered his voice:
"It's all like this, do you have a way to save him?"
Zhang Yiming said firmly:
"I can say it can be done, please believe me!"
Of course, Tang Quan hopes that every child can survive.
Zhang Yiming was confident, but he didn't have the help of one person.
"Sweep the wind!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wanfeng appeared in an instant.
"You go to Xuan Academy and bring Zhu Youqian here immediately! Hurry!"
Zhang Yiming said.
Wan Feng turned around without saying a word. When he left, his eyes inadvertently glanced at Zhang Yiming's side, and his pupils shrank slightly.
But as soon as he reached the door of the emergency room, he stopped.
"Hmm? Something is coming!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wan Feng Wuyan suddenly felt stuffy in his chest, as if something was about to spurt out of his throat.
At this time, Zhang Yiming patted his shoulder:
"Be careful when speaking! What is something? That's a messenger!"
Wan Feng looked up silently and saw two figures at the door of the clinic.