Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!-Chapter 451: Switch to the Left Hand

Mo Fan’s mind went blank, and his eyes gradually scattered, his body sliding down the wall to fall seated on the ground.

Three percent!

Even with the boss doing the treatment, there was only a three percent chance!

As Feng Ye’s brother, Zhai Quan had seen Mo Fan’s photo and recognized her as soon as he got off the plane. Now, as she slumped to the ground, he hurried to help her to a nearby chair.

His face cold and stern, he wanted to say something comforting, but didn’t know what to say.

What could he comfort her with?!

He and Feng Ye had grown up together, brothers in life and death. Hearing there was only a three percent chance, the agony in his heart was no less than hers!

A three percent chance was far too slim.

Any comfort would be nothing but self-deception.

Zhai Quan clenched his fists tightly and smashed them into the wall, his eyes filled with venomous intent—he would never forgive those responsible!

The doors to the operating room closed; the glass was transparent, providing a clear view of the situation inside. But precisely because of this, the horrifying scene inside filled them with fear, let alone the doctors at work.

Yun Yue’s eyes were resolute as she looked at the barely alive Feng Ye on the operating table, attached to a ventilator, his heart rate nearly zero.

His clothes were torn to shreds, revealing ghastly wounds.

The most severe injuries were the few on his chest, where fragments from the explosion had embedded into his flesh, and his internal organs were damaged. That he was still alive was a miracle.

Bag after bag of blood was transfused into his body, but because the wounds had not yet healed, it flowed out from everywhere.

"Are there enough blood bags?" Yun Yue took a deep breath and looked toward the military doctors in uniforms. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

"Enough." One of them nodded. Before she arrived, they had just finished collecting blood types matching Mr. Feng’s, enough for him to survive the surgery.

"Let’s start." Yun Yue closed her eyes, and upon reopening them, her expression was calm and steady.

She held the scalpel and gently made an incision in the cleaned skin, blood gushed out copiously.

"Speed up the blood transfusion, give me the forceps..."

Yun Yue’s hands were incredibly steady, avoiding all vital areas, but even so, it took half an hour to remove each bomb fragment and then suture the wounds.

The final bomb fragment was in his chest, one centimeter wide, only three millimeters from the heart. A slight tremor of the hand would slice through Feng Ye’s heart.

As the surgery reached this stage, everyone was highly tense and beginning to feel fatigued; sweat appeared on Yun Yue’s face.

She held the scalpel over Feng Ye’s chest, unsure how to proceed.

"The fragment is too close to the heart, the risk is too high. Have you thought it through?"

Up to this point, they had recognized Yun Yue’s medical skills during the surgery.

She worked quickly, accurately, and decisively, without dragging her feet.

But those few places were not the most vital parts. The heart allowed no margin for a three-millimeter error, or Mr. Feng would die on the operating table.

"Wipe my sweat!"

Yun Yue spoke, and though it was impossible not to feel tense, she had no choice; if she proceeded, he might live, but if she did nothing, he would certainly die.

If there had been enough time, perhaps a matching heart could be found so that even if an error occurred, she would have confidence in saving Feng Ye. But under the current circumstances, there was no chance.

Yun Yue glanced at the EKG monitor, the rate was five points higher than before.

"Prepare for surgery," she announced.

They glanced at one another and said in a grave tone, "Yes."

Yun Yue switched the position of the scalpel to her left hand.

The people in the operating room watched in shock.

"Left-handed surgery?! Are you crazy?!"

She must be crazy. A person’s right hand is always more dexterous than the left. She must be out of her mind to use her left hand!

Even the slightest tremor was unacceptable!

Yun Yue’s eyes were calmer than ever as she said, "I’m not crazy. After over three hours of intensive use, my right hand is fatigued. Compared to that, my left hand is more suitable."

"Even so, how could the left hand possibly be better than..."

They had never seen anything like it! Switching to the left hand when the right got tired!

It wasn’t about lifting things or writing, but switching hands when the right got tired!

This was surgery! A millimeter off could cost a life!

"I’m the lead surgeon, listen to me!" Yun Yue didn’t bother to explain further, brooking no interference.

Outside the operating room.

"What’s going on? It looks like they’re arguing?" Zhai Quan’s brows furrowed in concern, was there some disagreement?

Xiao Yu’s eyes widened in shock, "Mr. Zhai!"

Has she lost her mind?!

"What’s happened?!" Zhai Quan looked over, it appeared they were getting ready to make the incision.

"The hand! Miss Yun is leading with her left hand, and if I’m not seeing things, that’s Feng Ye’s heart, and the largest fragment!" Xiao Yu couldn’t believe her own eyes.

It had been the right hand just before, everything had gone well so far, so why switch to the left for the most dangerous part?!

Does she know what she’s doing?!

Zhai Quan obviously noticed too, and at this moment he desperately wanted to burst in and stop her, but the door was locked; even if it wasn’t, the last shred of his reason told him to stay calm!

She definitely wouldn’t gamble with Feng Ye’s life!

"I trust the boss." Mo Fan watched the operating table tensely, his eyes slightly red, his voice low, and his gaze brighter than the previous dead stillness.

"She’s been a medical prodigy since she was young, with exceptional talent. It makes no difference whether it’s her right hand or her left hand. She switched because the right hand was too fatigued to continue with the surgery..."

Hearing this, the two of them eased up slightly, but still remained on edge.

Yun Yue had cut open the skin and flesh along the wound, exposing the fragment inside, "Tweezers, wipe the sweat!"

She didn’t dare cut any further because she realized just how tricky the placement of the fragment was once the wound was opened.

Located at the deepest part, with lowered areas on both sides—if the scalpel were to go any deeper, the heart would be pierced before the fragment.

In the entire operating room, besides the sounds of the equipment, there was only their heavy breathing.

Yun Yue could even hear her own heartbeat by her ear, as large beads of sweat trickled down her cheeks.

"What’s the matter?"

They saw her stop and would have thought Feng Ye had died if not for the electrocardiogram still showing fluctuations.

"I can’t cut any deeper, I’ll have to use the tweezers to extract it. Give him another dose of anesthesia," Yun Yue drank some water during the brief pause, then stood back at the operating table.

She took a deep breath, picked at the edge of the flesh with the tweezers, and slowly pulled it out.

She dared not let her hand tremble, fearing that any added pressure would touch the heart.

"Beep--"

Following the beep, everyone’s faces in the operating room turned pale and frantic.

"No good! The patient has gone into cardiac arrest!"

Yun Yue’s gaze remained steady, as if oblivious to the surrounding noise. In such a situation, her left hand remained as stable as Mount Tai, extracting the fragment in the quickest time possible!

"Defibrillator!"

She tossed aside the tweezers quickly and used the device to shock Feng Ye on the operating table, then performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation on him.

Outside the operating room, seeing this, the three people were red-eyed, shouting and banging on the glass.

"It’s still not working."

With no change in the electrocardiogram, they had all given up hope, except for the crimson determination in Yun Yue’s eyes as she struggled on!

"Wake up! How am I supposed to explain to Xiao Chen if you die! How do I explain to Mo Fan!"

"Feng Ye, can you hear me? Mo Fan is outside, you owe her, who gave you permission to die just like that?!"

Yun Yue’s shouts were almost roars as she relentlessly continued the cardiopulmonary resuscitation.