Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 2442 to believe in black technology

The operation of the child's painting is very difficult. The blade penetrates his thin body. When the blade is taken out, the blood vessel will be broken, the problem of internal bleeding is difficult to solve, and there are countless complications. The electrocardiogram on the instrument is very weak. Almost quickly, the doctor’s forehead was cold sweat, and the nurse kept sweating him.

This is an extremely difficult operation!

Shen Qianshu holds the night tomb, and his body is very cold. She knows very well in her own heart. The probability of child painting surviving is so low. Under such difficult conditions, the blade in his body can be taken out.

There were doctors and nurses constantly coming in and out, family members did not dare to bother, only to watch them rushing busy, Shen Qianshu saw the nurses take a large piece of blood, black eyes.

The blood of children's paintings!

The night tomb caught the eyes of Shen Qianshu and pressed him in his arms. "Don't watch, we wait for the result."

People in the operating room, they are not doctors, there is no way, can only wait for the doctor to cure, this operation, from dawn until dark, only six hours to end.

When the doctor came out, the person was a little prostration. Strictly speaking, the operation was not over, but it was only halfway, but he had no ability to continue.

"You... see the last side." The doctor said that if a bomb broke open, Shen Qianshu and Ye Ling may have been psychologically prepared. Even though there was no magic crying, Shen Qianshu was numbly put on a sterile coat. As the night tomb went to see the children's paintings, the face of the children's paintings was as white as the snow. The doctors thought about the emotions of the family members. They covered a layer of cloth on the children's paintings. They did not let them see the chest of the children's paintings. Shen Qianshu also had no heart. Go see it.

The breathing of the child's painting is very weak, and no one knows when his heartbeat will stop.

Shen Qianshu trembled and touched his little hand. Ah Da said that after the child's painting fell, he lost consciousness. At that moment, it hurts a lot. He is still a child. When she was spoiled by her, she would laugh and make it so healthy and lovely. child.

The hand of the child's painting is still with the warmth. The tears of Shen Qianshu fall on the back of his hand. He almost squats on the ground and kisses the back of his hand, hoping to give him a little warmth.

"Children's paintings..." She looked at his name hoarsely, but did not know what it was, the curse of the mother and son, she thought it would have been broken, she really want to bid farewell to the children's paintings?

She is willing to use her own life to change the life of children's paintings.

The night mausole glanced at the operating table next to it. It was a long steel knife. He walked over and the steel knife was cut into pieces of pieces. He cut it bit by bit, and there was a **** drop. It should be finally pulled out from the body of the child's painting. The blood on it is still with temperature. This is a tool that should not appear in the filming scene.

"Children's paintings, no pain, no pain..." Soon it won't hurt, and then insist that she can't replace the children's painting pain, she doesn't know what to say, her knees are always soft, how can she stand unstable, Shen Qianshu Cry, "Children's paintings, don't leave Mommy, Mommy can't live without you, I promise you everything, don't go..."

You said that acting has always been acting. You said that you don’t want your sister to be a sister. As long as you live, Mommy promises you everything.

The night mausoleum held the other hand of the child's painting, and the eyes were slightly red. "Still for another hour, then hold on for an hour, and the person who saved you will come soon. Did you hear it?"

The electrocardiogram of the children's painting slowly became a straight line. The night tomb went out and brought the doctor in. "No matter what method you use, let him live an extra hour, even if it is half an hour, be sure to let him live."

"Large, this is fundamental... no need, so the child will be very painful."

"Don't worry about how much pain he has, ask him to live, do whatever you can, and drag it to the longest time."

“Large and young!”

"What's wrong, I am not ordering you now?"

"Don't dare!" The doctor hurriedly led a group of people to come in, and the night tomb half-holded and took Shen Qianshu out.

Lin Xiaojuan did not dare to look at her face. She also cried with tears. How could she not believe that the children’s paintings were going to die? In the morning, she was still alive and kicking the children of netizens.

How can it die?

The night mausoleum holds Shen Qianshu in one hand, while looking at the watch, holding the mobile phone with one hand and sending a message, and getting the exact time of the white girl, he is even more anxious. The traffic situation of the night peak of the city A is really too bad.

Yuling asked Mu Yuan to dispatch three helicopters to pick up the airport and directly stop the private apron of a certain Air China. Mu Yuan is not in the A city, far in the military area. Fortunately, he is a person who can directly transfer helicopters. The fastest speed to do all the formalities, the night Ling Teng can not come out, Mu Yuan can play first.

Three helicopters landed directly on the tarmac waiting for the white girl and others. When they landed, they flew to the top floor of the hospital. The doctor kept the weak heartbeat of the children's painting and insisted on the arrival of Bai girl and others.

The white girl brought the doctor, she did not enter the operating room, they brought a lot of things, there is a helicopter carrying a machine behind, has not been carried.

"The doorkeeper, I haven't seen you for a long time." The white girl looked a little whiter than the last time she met. It was the breath of the person who had not seen the sun all the year round. Shen Qianshu nodded and didn't know what to say at the moment.

The white girl did not dare to pack the ticket. "I am not sure if I can save it. If we can't save it, there is really no way. The door is mainly psychologically prepared."

Shen Qianshu nodded with tears. She did all the hard work and only hoped to get a good ending.

But if there is really no good ending, what else can she do besides accepting it?

......

Gu Xie is aware of the news from Lin Xiaojuan, very flustered, and also told the Gujia people, Gu Chun and Fang Hongshou have no gods, the whole family wants to come to the hospital, but because the children's paintings are still being treated, Gu Chun left several sons, he brought The party red sleeves came to the hospital. When they came, the children's drawing was still in the first aid, and the white girl was outside the operating room.

"little sapling……"

"Mom!" Shen Qianshu saw Fang Hongshou, glared at her, and did not dare to cry loudly. Her heart was afraid and wronged. Since the night tomb came, it seemed that she had a heart, but her parents came, but she felt very wronged. She is not a good mother. She has not been able to protect her children from growing up. It must be her dereliction of duty.

"Good boy, don't be sad." Fang Hongshou was so sad that she was crying. Ah Da and Gu Chun said some things. The white girl went to the red sleeves and the party red sleeves did not care much about her.

White girl and Shen Qianshu peers did not work with Fang Hongshou, but Black Rose kept all the video materials, and her other red sleeves are also very well understood.

"I believe in their medical skills."

No one knows more about Black Rose's black technology than Fang Hongshou.

(End of this chapter)