Super Magic Surgery System

In the corridor outside, a young girl was lying in a pool of blood. In the room opposite, a line of blood was flowing out.    

Chen Qun hurriedly shouted at the middle-aged woman, "Hurry back to your room, be careful!"    

As he shouted, an idea suddenly occurred to him. He activated the System's control panel and hung it in front of his left eye. He scanned left and right but didn't find any trace of anyone else, only a few lines of words appearing on the fallen girl.    

"Hypotension, tachycardia …"    

Chen Qun bent his body like a leopard cat and rushed to the door. A small, exquisite scalpel suddenly appeared in his hand. This was a weapon that was temporarily exchanged from his System Space, it could also be considered a special ability of the weakened version of Professor X. He can be used to fight back if he encounters the murderer.    

When he stuck his head out of the room, which was slightly covered in blood, he was stunned.    

In the ward inside, a young man in a brand-new suit was lying on the floor, holding a bunch of red roses in one hand and a small, exquisite pistol in the other. On the right temple of his forehead, a bloody hole was bleeding, staining the entire ground red.    

The system interface had turned blank.    

Chen Qun was finally relieved. He put the scalpel back in his pocket and sped up his pace as he ran towards the girl. As he shifted his gaze, the system panel immediately changed to the girl's diagnosis, adding another line of diagnosis.    

"Weak sound of breathing from the left lung, unknown gunshot wound..."    

Two security guards also rushed up to the corner of the stairs. Chen Qun didn't wait for them to ask, and explained the situation loudly, "The murderer committed suicide in the room, please seal the scene." Four units of O-negative blood are also needed here to cross-match the gunshot wound patients and prepare for blood transfusion! "    

While Chen Qun was talking, he half knelt on the ground and carefully checked the girl with beautiful reddish brown hair. There were no big traces of blood on his body, but after searching for a long time, he finally found a wound on his lower abdomen. Only a little blood seeped out of his skin.    

"The small caliber wound on the pelvic bone …"    

Another line of words popped up on the System Diagnostics panel.    

Horse Shooter, what's the use of me not knowing?    

Chen Qun muttered in his stomach. Then, he heard the voice of the Iron Army from behind, "There's blood on your sleeves. Are you okay?"    

Chen Qun saw that there was a bloodstain on his right sleeve, but he didn't know where it came from. With a jolt, he pushed the girl lightly with his hand and saw that there was a pool of blood on her back. The blood on his sleeve was smeared on her waist.    

Immediately, he rolled toward the girl's back and discovered that between the second and third ribs on the left side of her back, there was a wound the size of a soybean.    

This … Chen Qun became very interested in the trajectory of the bullet. He could not help but think of the trajectory of the bullet inside his body.    

First, it entered the lower abdomen of the human body and collided with its most solid pelvic bone. Next, it rebounded diagonally above, passed through the abdominal cavity's intestines, and shot towards the ribs. It was unknown whether it was rebounding or penetrating directly, but twenty to thirty possible routes appeared in his mind.    

Seeing the result of his simulation, Chen Qun felt a headache coming on. He shouted in London-accent English to the doctors who were rushing over.    

"We need to perform a trauma ultrasound here. We need to send the patient to the operation room immediately!" Carry out X-ray scan of the abdomen and chest. Give me an isolation suit. I need surgery to save the patient immediately. I need to control the hemorrhage in my abdominal cavity immediately! "    

"No, you don't need to do that. The only thing you need to do is to immediately send the patient to the emergency trauma care center for treatment. This is the neuroscience department, do not perform trauma care! "I am Ford, Doctor-in-Charge. I will be in charge of this. Please carry out this order immediately!"    

"Shut up. By the time the patient was sent to the emergency room three kilometers away, he would have bled to death! First of all, we're doctors, and second of all, neurologists! The Hippocratic Oath had never stipulated that a neurologist was not responsible for saving lives. "Scram to the side, don't delay my rescue!"    

"You dare to speak to me like that, now I will officially declare that you are expelled!"    

"Sorry, I'm not a doctor of Mayo Clinic, I'm a Chinese doctor invited by Dr. Robin to be an exchange teacher, shut up, don't waste my time saving people! Otherwise, I will beat you! Nurse, immediately send 3 units of blood type O to the operation room. Prepare the ultrasonic apparatus for evaluation of trauma immediately and send it directly to the operation room! Chair Lee, please call Dr. Robin and inform him about the situation here. I need to undergo surgery immediately. "    

Chen Qun immediately stood up, holding the girl with both of his hands, and fiercely glared at Dr. Ford who was standing in front of him while wearing a white coat.    

It made the well-built Dr. Ford's heart palpitate. He knew that the Chinese doctor was likely to hit someone if he continued to speak. This was not a joke.    

Besides, a lot of people know about Wu's invitation to several Chinese doctors and a healer, Syndrome Patient, to come to the hospital for observation. He didn't have the authority of a superior physician, and as for what had happened to him during the rescue, it had nothing to do with the neuroscience department.    

It was Lee Bing's first time seeing Chen Qun's barbaric appearance, so he slightly frowned. However, seeing that Chen Qun only said that, he quickly rushed forward and started to smooth things over for him.    

Before they could say anything, they saw the group of young people following them. Chi Hong and another nurse stayed behind and started to talk with the two head nurses.    

Sigh, even though these young people are impatient, they still have a way with things. Even if he wasn't here, he could still settle all of them. Ye Zichen didn't say anything else, directly called Dr. Robin and told him what he saw.    

Robin immediately agreed to such a small matter and immediately arranged for his assistants and lawyers to come over to deal with the whole incident.    

After Robin put down the phone, he couldn't help but shake his head. On the other phone, Doctor Ford was complaining. However, it was only a complaint. It only meant that he was following the rules and procedures of the hospital.    

Dr. Robin obviously knew about this rule process. Actually, he was the one who ordered it. They don't do emergency trauma care in the Department of Neuroscience, it's just that they don't want to lower the specifications.    

However, there were always exceptions. The little guy believed that they had to be saved, so there shouldn't be any big mistakes. As for the operating room here, the equipment was not complete, and it was too specialized, but it probably didn't pose much of a hindrance to the little guy. They all came from the emergency room, and were all Surgery Doctor s.    

With the little guy's ability, even if he gave him a paper knife, he might be able to save the patient from the shooting incident.    

Perhaps, he could go over and see how skilled that little fellow was in surgery. Dr. Chen, a genius at using surgical techniques at the molecular level, should be more prominent in conventional surgery.    

How many years had it been since he'd seen a surgical operation, twenty or thirty years? Back then, he had also climbed from an ordinary intern Surgery Doctor to this day step by step. It was also not bad to relive the feeling of his heart beating from back then.