12dz Chapter 588 Grandma is fine
Chapter 588 Grandma is fine
At Kuncheng Central Hospital, two ambulances came speeding like lightning, and the sharp and whistling sirens broke the relatively quiet air around the hospital.
Accompanied by a sharp brake sound, the ambulance stopped steadily in front of the hospital entrance. The sound came to an abrupt end like a heavy note in a tense melody.
The car door opened quickly and the well-trained medical staff jumped out of the car at a very fast speed. They cooperated tacitly.
The seriously injured Andreas and Xiao Yue were carried out of the car in an orderly manner. They hurried to the emergency room, racing against time, and every step seemed to be a race against death.
Almost at the same time, Mu Xiaoji, riding in the police car driven by Wu Lan, arrived at the hospital entrance following closely behind like a gust of wind.
Before the police car had completely stopped, Mu Xiaoji couldn't wait to push the door open and walk out, without even having time to thank Wu Lan.
He was extremely anxious, and relying on his familiarity with the hospital, he rushed towards the emergency room with ease.
The eager steps seemed to carry an invisible force, attracting the attention of people around.
As soon as he ran to the emergency room, Mu Xiaoji saw Dr. Liu who was busy at work.
As if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, he hurriedly shouted: "Doctor Liu, can you let me go to the operating table with you?
He is a very important friend of mine and his condition is critical. I must make sure he survives."
Doctor Liu turned around and saw Mu Xiaoji in a miserable state. He was covered in blood, his clothes were torn, and his hair was messy and stuck to his face.
Doctor Liu frowned slightly, and with a serious and professional tone, he refused: "Mr. Mu, this is not in line with the hospital's rules.
Surgery has strict procedures and regulations. I don't need to explain this, right? You, as an expert, understand this.
If you trust me, I will use my expertise and experience to do my best to save your friend from death."
After hearing this, Mu Xiaoji's eyes were filled with anxiety and helplessness, but he also knew that Dr. Liu was pressed for time.
He excitedly took a step forward, tightly grasped Dr. Liu's hand, and said with a trembling voice, "Thank you, Dr. Liu. Please, you must save him."
When Dr. Liu saw Xiao Yanfang approaching, he instinctively ordered, "Xiao Yanfang, take him downstairs for a checkup."
Xiao Yanfang came out of the disinfection room and saw Mu Xiaoji's appearance. She quickly responded, "Okay, Doctor Liu."
He walked up to Mu Xiaoji, took his arm, and asked in surprise, "We haven't seen each other for just a few days. How did you get yourself into this state?"
After saying that, Mu Xiaoji looked absentmindedly at the members of Dr. Liu's surgical team as they all walked into the disinfection room and began to prepare for the operation in an orderly manner.
Without saying a word, Xiao Yanfang pulled Mu Xiaoji around and headed towards the infirmary. After just two steps, Mu Xiaoji collapsed like a deflated balloon.
Wu Lan had just caught up with them from behind when she saw how embarrassed the two were. Without stopping, she quickly stepped forward and immediately supported the limp Mu Xiaoji.
She asked nervously, "Mu Xiaoji, how are you?" There was obvious concern and anxiety in her voice.
Xiao Yanfang promptly ordered, "Come, take him to the infirmary. It looks like he may have lost too much blood and fallen into a coma."
Wu Lan hurriedly pulled Mu Xiaoji's arm and put it on her shoulder. Together with Xiao Yanfang, they brought him into the infirmary and gently placed him on a bed.
Xiao Yanfang quickly approached the medicine cabinet. With her years of nursing experience, she expertly selected the tools needed to treat the wound, such as cotton wool, iodine, and tweezers. She said methodically, "Help me undress him."
Wu Lan looked at Mu Xiaoji, who was covered in blood, and her heart was filled with distress and panic. Hearing Xiao Yanfang's request for help, she stretched out a slightly trembling hand and responded, "Oh...Okay."
The moment her fingers touched the buttons of Mu Xiaoji's shirt, she couldn't help but tighten her hands.
After unbuttoning his shirt, the conspicuous stitches on Mu Xiaoji's chest were still clearly visible. That was the wound he had been stabbed by Xiao Yanfang in prison, and it had only been less than three days!
It was like a millstone of time, telling the story of past dangers. And at this moment, although the wound on his abdomen didn't seem too deep, it was still faintly bleeding, and the bright red blood was particularly glaring on his fair skin.
Wu Lan said in a panic, "Can you move faster? The wound on his abdomen is not deep, but it is still bleeding." Her tone was full of worry.
Xiao Yanfang walked over quickly with a medical tray in her hand, scolding him, "Since I first met him, he's been injured every other day.
I wonder who I owed this to in my past life? So many disasters." Even so, her eyes revealed a hint of concern.
Xiao Yanfang was professional and not at all flustered. She quickly took the medical tray with skillful techniques and carefully cleaned the blood stains around Mu Xiaoji's wound with alcohol cotton.
The moment the alcohol touched his skin, Mu Xiaoji seemed to feel a stinging pain in his coma and his body trembled slightly.
Xiao Yanfang gently comforted him, "Don't be afraid, it will be fine soon." Then, she picked up the iodine and held the cotton ball with tweezers.
The wound is disinfected with gentle and professional movements. Each movement is precise and in place to ensure that the wound is thoroughly cleaned to avoid infection.
After disinfection, Xiao Yanfang picked up the suture needle and thread and carefully checked whether the needle and thread were properly threaded under the light.
She took a deep breath, her eyes became extremely focused, and she carefully helped him start stitching his abdomen.
Wu Lan watched from the side, her face heavy with emotion as she said, "Be gentle. Without anesthesia, it will hurt him a lot."
Xiao Yanfang couldn't help but look at Mu Xiaoji, only to see that his brows were furrowed, with beads of sweat the size of beans densely covering his forehead and cheeks, as if he was enduring great pain.
Xiao Yanfang gently soothed him, "I'm sorry, time is running out, please bear with it, it will be over soon. The infirmary here is out of anesthetic, I will try my best to be gentle."
As she spoke, her movements became gentler and more cautious, and each stitch was sewed closely and neatly, as if she was fighting a battle with death, just to get Mu Xiaoji out of danger as quickly as possible.
At the same time, a black car slowly drove into the quiet courtyard of Goldsmith Bay Villa.
Old Liu controlled the steering wheel steadily and parked the car precisely at the entrance of the villa, his movements as skillful as any other time. However, this time his expression was particularly solemn.
As soon as the car came to a complete stop, Lao Liu quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the door and got out, urgently shouting towards the villa:
"Aunt Zhao, come out and give me a hand!" The voice echoed in the air, breaking the original tranquility and revealing a sense of tension that should not be underestimated.
Aunt Zhao, who was busy in the kitchen, felt a pang of fear when she heard the unusual call from security guard Lao Liu.
She was busy stirring the soup pot and didn't have time to think about it. She put down the kitchen utensils, turned off the fire, and walked quickly towards the door.
When Aunt Zhao rushed to the door, the scene before her made her gasp.
Madam Shen Rou and the old lady both looked extremely miserable, as if they had just escaped from a nightmare.
They were covered in dust, their hair was messy and spread across their faces, and their eyes revealed a look of dread and fear.
His body was still shaking slightly, like a leaf shivering in the autumn wind.
Aunt Zhao's face was full of concern, and she asked anxiously, "Old Liu, what's going on? I just went out for a while, how did it turn out like this?
Where are Xiaoyue and the young master? " She glanced back and forth between the two, trying to find the answer from their panicked expressions.
Old Liu didn't bother to explain any more. He picked up the old lady and walked carefully straight to the old lady's bedroom in the backyard.
Seeing this, Aunt Zhao hurried forward to support the frightened Shen Rou and followed closely behind Old Liu.
Old Liu responded while walking quickly: "I'm not sure what's going on at the shopping mall.
It seems like a fight broke out. Xiao Yue was injured and has been sent to the hospital. The young master also rushed over."
Soon, they arrived at the door of the old lady's bedroom. Aunt Zhao quickly opened the door and walked into the room. She walked quickly to the big bed and reached out to lift the quilt. Her movements were clean and quick.
Old Liu gently placed the old lady in bed, as if afraid that he would accidentally disturb her fragile nerves.
Shen Rou seemed to have exhausted all her strength. She slumped on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at Aunt Zhao as she covered the old lady with a quilt.
She ordered in a trembling voice, "Hurry...quickly call the master and tell him to come back quickly." The voice was as weak as a candle in the wind, but it carried an unquestionable urgency.
Aunt Zhao touched the old lady's forehead with heartache, only to see that the old lady's eyes were dull and she was staring blankly at the ceiling, obviously frightened.
She turned to look at Shen Rou and said worriedly, "I'll ask the young master to come over and let the old lady take a look. The old lady looks so frightened!
In this family, only the young master is proficient in medicine. Perhaps if the old lady sees the young master, she will feel better. "
After hearing this, Shen Rou quickly waved her hands and urged, "Go quickly..." Her eyes were full of worry and anxiety about the old lady's condition.
Not long after, Jiang Shuo heard the news that his grandmother was frightened, and his heart suddenly tightened. He had been concentrating on the physical exercise operations of his little father on time every day.
After hearing Aunt Zhao's explanation, he didn't care about anything else. He immediately jumped off the bed and ran towards his grandmother's bedroom as fast as the wind.
In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the bedroom door and pushed it open without hesitation. With a creaky sound, the door opened. His figure flashed and he walked quickly to the old lady's bed.
Jiang Shuo's tender little face was full of solemnity. He stretched out his chubby little hand, gently reached into the quilt, and carefully took out the old lady's skinny hand.
He placed three fingers lightly on the old lady's pulse, held his breath, and started his unique diagnostic method.
Then, Jiang Shuo closed his eyes, his expression became more focused, and he quietly placed his small palm in the old lady's palm. The aura around him seemed to be quietly condensed at this moment.
He circulated his internal skills, and strands of soft and pure true energy, like a lively stream, flowed along his palm and silently into the old lady's body.
These true energies seemed to have life, precisely following the meridians and veins in the old lady's body, slowly converging to her heart and lungs.
Under the gentle nourishment of true Qi, the old lady's cardiopulmonary function, which had been disordered due to excessive fright, gradually began to recover.
The originally rapid and weak breathing gradually became steady and powerful, and the originally furrowed brows slowly relaxed.
With the continuous input of true energy, the old lady's body seemed to be relieved and she slowly fell asleep.
Seeing this, Jiang Shuo felt relieved. He unconsciously put away his skills and slowly opened his eyes. There was a hint of relief in his clear eyes.
He raised his head and looked at Shen Rou, who was worried, and said softly, "Grandma, grandma is fine, don't worry! But, grandma, can you tell me what happened when you went out today?"