The operating room immediately descended into chaos. Seeing the spurting blood, Hu San very simply rolled his eyes back and fainted. Zhang Tong trembled all over, and although he didn’t faint, he was no different from having fainted.
“Qi Yue!” Coffin Boy shouted, reaching out to press down on it.
This call of “Qi Yue” brought Qi Yue back to her senses.
“Gauze!” she shouted.
A’Ru over there had completely lost control, barely managing to stand by supporting herself on the instrument rack.
Coffin Boy reached out and grabbed a thick stack of cloth. Qi Yue began packing it in.
“Adjust the operating table, head down, feet up!” she shouted.
A’Ru, Hu San, and Zhang Tong were no longer of any use. Coffin Boy wasn’t familiar with this bed, so upon hearing this, he went over to lift it himself. Liu Pucheng hurriedly reached over to turn the bed mechanism, and the movable bed board slowly rose.
“Saw…” Qi Yue reached out her hand again.
Coffin Boy froze for a moment.
“What are you going to do?” he asked.
“I need to completely split open the sternum,” Qi Yue said.
Coffin Boy looked at her, his eyes above the mask widening, his breathing becoming even more rapid.
“It’s already like this and you still want to split it open…” he said in a trembling voice.
“Yes, this is a major arterial branch rupture with bleeding. Without extracorporeal circulation technology, I need to immediately find the bleeding location and suture it… gauze, give me gauze, pack and compress to stop the bleeding…” Qi Yue said, her hands never stopping as she packed white cloth piece by piece. “A’Ru, blood transfusion!”
A’Ru wanted to respond “yes,” but she was shaking so much she couldn’t make a sound.
Coffin Boy reached out and took it over.
“How do I do it?” he shouted, looking at these instruments he’d never seen before.
Liu Pucheng stepped forward, took the needle, connected it to the tube, and inserted it into the patient’s vein.
As Qi Yue once again enlarged the incision, the entire operating room seemed to transform into a slaughterhouse.
Outside was also in chaos. Seeing Hu San faint inside, although those outside didn’t have such a direct view of the blood gushing from the chest cavity, they were still frightened into screaming wildly.
The patient’s family members, who had originally been persuaded to wait on the side, were now also panicking.
“What happened? What happened?” they shouted as they rushed forward.
Several disciples tried to stop them but were pushed aside.
The man in the lead rushed to the screen and looked through the gaps, just in time to see Qi Yue raise a saw and pull it across the patient’s chest.
“Murder!” the man let out a wailing cry, his hands banging against the screen with a thud.
The force was so great that the entire screen shook.
Several disciples hurriedly rushed up to stop him.
“This is surgery, surgery is being performed, don’t be afraid,” they shouted in confusion.
“Big brother! Big brother! We’ve been tricked!” Shuanzi rushed in from outside, shouting loudly, “They said that their Qianjin Hall are fraudsters, that they use people… people… for some kind of practice… practice techniques!”
These words confirmed what the man had just seen, and he immediately flew into a rage.
“Break down the door!” he shouted, charging toward the operating room door.
The loud banging on the door stunned everyone in the operating room.
“Hold the door, absolutely cannot let them in,” Qi Yue shouted.
Liu Pucheng immediately rushed over to firmly hold the door. A’Ru, trembling, also wanted to run over. She had just taken a step when she fell down, but she crawled over anyway.
“Can’t come in, can’t come in until the surgery is finished,” Liu Pucheng shouted loudly.
Outside, angry curses and door banging continued.
The disciples outside, hearing their master’s shouts, also came to their senses and desperately rushed forward, both blocking and pulling.
These four men were strong and quickly shook off a group of disciples. One man picked up a chair and smashed it heavily against the door.
Zhang Tong, Liu Pucheng, and A’Ru held it firmly.
To all of this, Qi Yue seemed to hear nothing. She had already opened the incision, removed the packed compression gauze, and began anatomical dissection of the local mediastinum.
Coffin Boy held the suction device, continuously removing blood so she could have a clear view.
Both of their foreheads were covered with sweat, and the clothes under their surgical gowns were soaked through.
“Found it!” Qi Yue let out a low cry. “Left common carotid artery… hemostatic clamp…”
She reached out her hand, and Coffin Boy, holding the suction device with one hand, accurately picked up the clamp with the other and handed it over.
“Finest suture thread,” Qi Yue said, reaching out her hand again.
The needle and thread were accurately handed over. She blinked her eyes, ignoring the dry pain in her eyes, and began suturing.
“There’s still seepage…” she murmured, reaching out her hand once more.
Coffin Boy’s thread was handed over again. Watching her suture again and again, time and the chaotic noise seemed to be shut out. At this moment, except for the buzzing in their ears, they could hear nothing else.
The hourglass in the room flowed grain by grain – a full three and a half hours had already passed.