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Latest website: 1:05 am, Ancheng First Hospital.

"...Preliminary statistics show that the total number of casualties in this operation is about 1,600, and there are more than 500 seriously injured. There are very few citizens, and most of them are the first combat personnel sent by the enforcement department before the alert."

"This time I invite you to come, mainly because of this. We can handle general injuries, but for cultivators, especially those who are still under the hands of demons, they have to get aura equipment, but the reserve of the Reiki department is not so good now. many."

"Now that the first hospital has turned into a state of emergency, personnel and materials are being transferred here. But regarding the seriously injured, I still want to ask your professionals to help. We have also reported this to your school..."

Yuan Qingqing and the doctor in the white coat walked side by side in the aisle, listening to the brief introduction of the situation, his faces were serious.

This time the disaster happened in the city, and it was a disaster that really affected mortals.

Although in terms of the results of the battle, Ancheng City has created a miracle of disaster relief and kept the losses to a minimum. But this is only for the collective.

Compared to the level of the disaster, the number of casualties in the hundreds of people is indeed not much.

But if it becomes part of these hundreds of numbers, then it cannot be measured by how many.

When a grain of collective sand falls on an individual, it is a mountain.

For Yuan Qingqing, what she wants to do is to save everyone.

Hundreds or millions of people made no difference to her.

Although she had practiced in the hospital before, she also helped the patients in the ward when she went to visit her mother. But it was the first time to be specially invited as an "expert".

She is the representative of Danxiu of Kunlun University, and she is the elite of the elite. Others can fail, but she cannot.

Because for outsiders, if there are miracles in life, she can only be the one who creates miracles.

——Definitely, must not let down the school teachers' thoughts on themselves.

——Everyone must be rescued.

Yuan Qingqing bit her lip secretly and made up her mind.

She followed the doctor in the white coat, walking all the way through the corridor, and finally came to a glass door that said "No one else enters", the doctor reached out and pushed the door open——

"Bed 3 needs adrenaline! Hurry up! This guy is going to die!"

"Bring the whole blood! I want an O-shaped one!"

"Don't move! Don't call! You are already infected with demon poison, you will be dead if you don't clear it at this time!"

"He's going to wake up!"

"Come and pick me up, don't stop cardiopulmonary resuscitation..."

There was a buzzing noise and screaming, countless stretcher beds flowed in the hall, and the wind made up of people blew across the room.

The rescue room was crowded with people, all of whom were seriously wounded. The clean floor was splattered with blood, and bags of contaminated hygiene products were piled up into hills in the corners. Almost every doctor trot and shuttled between the cloth cushions. From time to time, someone would be covered with a white cloth and carried out, and then more beds were carried in again.

"Doctor—come over and see me—"

"Doctor—Doctor—"

The room was filled with the smell of blood, pus, vomit and disinfectant. The disgusting smell pierced into the nose, and the wailing of the wounded from the wall made Yuan Qingqing immediately awake.

The First Hospital has the best Reiki department in the country, so the most injured group of combat personnel have been sent here.

At this time, the first batch of wounded had just been treated, and they had just been disinfected and replaced with gauze. The anaesthetic force passed. When the wounded were in the most pain, they were many times more painful than when they were injured, and people’s pain can be heard everywhere. Call.

"Doctor—come and see—"

It was early in the morning, but the influx of a large number of wounded made this place chaotic like a war. Yuan Qingqing was standing in front of this battlefield, watching a sweaty nurse rushing out from the end of the corridor and pointing inward.

"Are you here? Here and here!"

She walked in with a cart of medicine bags, needles and all kinds of equipment clanging. The short corridor was filled with temporary extra beds. The people on the carts around him quickly distributed the equipment along the road. Yuan Qingqing stopped in front of one of the beds.

Lying on the bed was a soldier who looked like an executive. His face was very young, probably in his thirties. At this time, the medical suit on his chest had been opened. The wound stretched from the left shoulder to the belly, wrapped in fresh bandages. It seems to have just been off the operating table.

The man was twitching violently, his eyes widened, his eyeballs bulging as if to protrude from his eye sockets.

He coughed and convulsed his hands to scratch the wound. Several nurses next to him tried to fix him, but with such a big struggle, the newly sewn wound began to crack and bleed again, staining the bandage on his chest.

All kinds of detectors screamed frantically, and the attending doctor used a special flashlight to shine on the wounded's pupils, with ice hanging on his face: "It's a spiritual energy invading the body! What happened? I didn't clean it when I came in just now. ?"

"In this case, the spiritual medicine stored outside has no effect. You can only use your spiritual power to force the poison out, but the maximum spiritual power pulse has been used just now, and it still doesn't work."

A doctor next to him was sweating on his forehead: "It has been a while now, and the demon poison must have invaded the body more deeply. Even if the pulse is re-applied now, the same result will be achieved. This way, I can't get on the operating table..."

"Then let them bring some detoxification pills, hang them first, and wait, maybe..."

The doctor turned off the torch, turned his head and was about to say something to the people behind, but his eyes fell on Yuan Qingqing who came in: "Director Wang, this is..."

"This is the student from Kunlun University who came here to help." The doctor who brought her in said hard, "Jianjixiu is the representative of their school's Danxiu. This matter has been authorized by their school."

As soon as these words came out, the people beside the bed swiped and turned their heads, dozens of eyes all fell on Yuan Qingqing's body, and each one was hot like fire, like a spotlight.

She was standing under these spotlights, looking at the man, her fingertips cold.

In modern society, doctors are not just doctors who used to be single-family households who saw and heard each other. Everyone who stands in front of the patient for rescue is only able to enter the battle after going through countless approvals and numerous procedures.

Not to mention anything else, if something goes wrong, who will bear the responsibility? If the judgment is wrong or the wrong medicine is used, a group of people behind them will be implicated.

Unlike research and experimentation, medicine, especially clinical medicine, is tolerant of trial and error.

As a college student who has only studied for two years~www.wuxiamtl.com~ If she is in an ordinary university, she will not even have the qualification for internship, let alone face this kind of situation.

Even if a master or doctoral student is qualified to come for an internship, if there is no special old expert or professor to sign a guarantee, he is also not qualified to go to the operating table, and it is even less likely to come to this kind of rescue room as the attending doctor.

But now, she was standing in the focus of everyone's eyes. Not only as a doctor, but also as a cultivator.

She carries the hope of everyone.

A general medical intern needs to be authorized by a mentor to enter the field. Who is her mentor?

"Pill God" Hua Nian'an, and the true representative of Kunlun University-Wei Ze!

"I..." Yuan Qingqing took a deep breath, strengthened his gaze, and fixedly looked at the person on the bed.

"I'll remove the evil poison for him."

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