Six hours of a bloody battle.
After teamwork by seven or eight chief physicians.
The surgery is finally completed!
Looking at the pile of aortic aneurysms that filled a basin, not knowing how many hemostatic sponges were used on the operating table, the surgery lasted eight hours, and the blood transfusion volume reached 4000 milliliters...
Fortunately, all is well.
Chen Cang turned to look at the steadily moving lines and numbers on the ECG monitor, feeling extremely satisfied.
His promise to Elder Zhu was fulfilled.
Thinking of this, Chen Cang couldn't help but smile.
He moved his body slightly, immediately feeling uncomfortable, his legs somewhat numb and weary, and the pain in his hands becoming more pronounced.
After all, he had been holding on for too long.
And there aren't 1000 breathing little pillows.
So... pain is inevitable.
Chen Cang now just wanted to quickly go outside, take off his gloves, and let his hands feel the sensation of free breathing.
