In the courtyard, Xiang Wenxing was running around anxiously.
"Jiayi, you are all here, how could Brother Yan be shot?" Xiang Wenxing was anxious and angry, "Are you all dead?"
Jia Yi looked sad and blamed himself, "It's our fault. When I wake up, we will go to the execution hall to receive the punishment ourselves."
Xiang Wenxing also knew that if there was danger, Jiayi and the others would risk their lives to protect Brother Yan. There must be other reasons why Brother Yan would be shot.
"Old Qi, tell me, what's going on?"
Qi Shang's face was still a little pale, "He is a six-year-old child who has been brainwashed. I was careless at the time and should not have let him get close. Brother Yan took this shot for me to save me!"
Here, Qi Shang's voice was choked with sobs.
If it was because of him that Brother Yan lost his life, then he would never forgive himself for the rest of his life.
Xiang Wenxing didn't expect this to be the case. After hearing this, he didn't know who to scold. He rubbed his hair a little irritably, "Damn, what's going on!"
Qi Shang clenched his fists tightly. He just prayed that Song Jing could find a solution.
"Hemostatic forceps!" Song Jing stretched out his hand, and the person next to him immediately handed over the hemostatic forceps.
"Surgical scissors." The person next to me hurriedly handed over a pair of pointed ones.
Song Jing turned his head coldly, the ends of his eyes were red, "blunt."
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" The person next to me immediately changed to a blunt-ended curved shear.
They are all too nervous.
Lying on the operating table was Master Shi, who would shake the entire imperial capital with a casual cough. Everyone's hearts were in their throats, fearing that if they made a mistake, they would make more mistakes.
"Get out!" Song Jing took the curved scissors and continued the operation.
The doctor who handed over the wrong surgical scissors was taken out of the operating room.
"Vascular forceps!"
"Attracting heads!"
There was a thin layer of sweat on Song Jing's forehead. Someone immediately wiped her sweat quickly and carefully to prevent the sweat from flowing into her eyes and affecting the operation.
"tweezers!"
The person next to me immediately took out tweezers.
The micro bomb had emerged, and all the doctors in the operating room held their breath.
Song Jing held the tweezers and approached the mini bomb. He was about to hit it, but suddenly stopped.
In the past, when encountering such an operation, she had always done it quickly and steadily, but this time she paused for half a second and felt hesitant in her heart.
She was actually afraid again.
She was afraid that if her hand was unstable, if she shook it even slightly, Shi Yan would be fried into meat paste.
"Doctor Song?"
Song Jing's eyelids trembled almost invisible, his eyes darkened, and he clamped the micro bomb with the tweezers.
The operating room was silent for a moment, except for the beeping of the instruments next to it, and there was no sound of breathing.
The micro bomb was clamped by tweezers and pulled out bit by bit from Shi Yan's chest with blood on it.
"Quick! Explosion-proof box!"
Someone immediately handed over the explosion-proof box that had been prepared. Song Jing held the mini bomb with his eyes calm and without shaking his hands, he turned around and gently put it into the explosion-proof box.
The person holding the explosion-proof box immediately closed the lid and rushed out of the operating room, "Quick! Take it away!"
A, who was ready outside, picked up the box and rushed out.
"How's it going?" Qi Shang and Xiang Wenxing pulled the doctor out together.
"Dr. Song has taken out the micro bomb, but Mr. Shi lost too much blood and is still not out of danger." The doctor who came out hurriedly replied, turned around, changed into sterile clothes and rushed back to the operating room.
In the operating room, Song Jing was still treating Shi Yan's wounds.
"Dr. Song, leave the rest of the work to us."
Three hours of high-intensity surgery, the most dangerous and important work, Song Jing had already completed.
Usually in such an operation, the surgeon can rest after completing this, and other doctors and nurses will complete the rest of the work.
But Song Jing didn't give up the space, and indifferently lowered his eyes and did the finishing work bit by bit.
The other doctors looked at each other, said nothing, stepped aside wisely, and continued to treat her.
Qi Shang and Xiang Wenxing were waiting at the door. When they saw Song Jing coming out, it was already two hours after they took out the micro bomb.
"Sister Jing, how is Brother Yan?"
"I can't die." Song Jing took off her sterile clothes and put on her own clothes, "I'll go back to training."
"Sister Jing, Director Zhong and the others are watching over there at the training, so just stay here." When Xiang Wenxing and Qi Shang heard that Brother Yan would not die, they both let out a long breath, and their hearts finally settled.
He returned to his chest and said, "We wouldn't worry if you weren't here."
Song Jing actually didn't want to stay here at the moment, his brows furrowed slightly, and the ends of his bloodshot eyes were a bit irritable.
She didn't want to have anything to do with Shi Yan anymore, but some things seemed to have unknowingly exceeded the weight she originally expected.
"Sister Jing, you haven't had a good rest during this time. How about taking a shower, eating something and sleeping first?" Xiang Wenxing asked, even cautiously.
If Song Jing insisted on leaving, he actually didn't have the courage to force Song Jing to stay, and he didn't have the ability.
Song Jing didn't speak immediately. Xiang Wenxing's eyes lit up, and he turned around and said, "Let the chef prepare meals immediately. All the meals are meat. Sister Jing, I will take you to the room first."
Song Jing followed him without saying a word.
Xiang Wenxing was a good person, so he took Song Jing directly to the courtyard where Shi Yan lived, "Sister Jing, you take a shower first, and I will have the food delivered directly here later."
"Yes. Thank you." Song Jing entered the room and found that it was not a guest room. He turned back and glanced at Xiang Wenxing.
Xiang Wenxing smiled and said, "This is Brother Yan's bedroom, so I can't go in. Sister Jing, I'll go to Brother Yan's place first and take a look." After that, he ran away.
Song Jing stood at the door for two seconds, clicked his tongue before stepping into the bedroom.
Everyone seemed to think that she and Shi Yan were already a couple.
This should be the house where Shi Yan lives. The decoration in the bedroom is more simple than that in Shi's old house, and the bed is not a wooden frame bed, but a Simmons one.
Song Jing opened the cloakroom and took a sweater from Shi Yan to the bathroom to take a shower.
Shi Yan was much taller than her. When she put on Shi Yan's sweatshirt, the hem of the clothes could cover almost half of her thighs.
I don’t know if Shi Yan’s clothes are specially scented after being washed. Each piece of clothing has a cold and faint fragrance that is different from perfume, a bit like a little bit of wood coming from the morning mist.
Fresh fragrance.
Song Jing took a bath and dried his hair, and the food was delivered.
She had eaten and lay down on Shi Yan's bed to sleep.
Whether it's on the pillow or the quilt, it's all filled with that light woody fragrance, which is unique to Shiyan and a very special smell.
He is cold, domineering, and completely unreasonable, and he cannot be driven away even if he is driven away.
Song Jing frowned and pulled down the quilt covering his nose with some irritation, then closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Perhaps because of her irritable mood, her sleep was not comfortable, and she had only vague and bloody dreams one after another.
Song Jing suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with blood and murderous intent, and turned his head coldly to look at the bed.
Shi Yan stood beside the bed, his upper body bandaged naked, with only a coat draped over his shoulders.
The two looked at each other, and Shi Yan spoke first, "Are you having a nightmare?"
Song Jing said nothing.
Shi Yan suddenly smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes, and his expression was cold, "You still sleep in my bed and wear my clothes when you have a fiancé? What do you want to do?"