Listening to the head nurse scolding Fan Taohua, Song Qingfeng didn't say a word. He took the needle holder and suture thread by himself, and after sewing up the incision, the bleeding stopped, but this was not a good sign, because his breathing and heart rate The pulse slowed down significantly, and Song Qingfeng performed the operation while staring at the value of the monitor. He didn't dare to take another look at Fan Taohua's face, for fear that he would be distracted by it.
Ye Xinghe's heart monitor suddenly sounded an alarm, and the sound sounded like a hammer hitting Fan Taohua's heart, she couldn't help it anymore, tears flowed down crazily.
Song Qingfeng wore gloves and protective clothing, all of which were covered with Ye Xinghe's blood. He wanted to help Fan Taohua wipe away his tears, but now he was not allowed to do so on the operating table, in the sterile area.
The head nurse looked at Fan Taohua's appearance, and felt that it was the first time for the new couple to see someone die, so they cried in fear. Others didn't take it seriously, after all, they had seen too many births and disappearances of life.
With the final sound of the alarm, the monitor completely became a straight line.
Ye Xinghe died.
Fan Taohua felt her mind go blank, and all her spiritual sustenance during this period quietly collapsed in an instant.
Ye Xinghe took her to the garden yesterday and played the guitar for her, probably exhausting his last strength. Unexpectedly, the hasty glance last night turned out to be a farewell. She also finally understood Ye Xinghe's complicated look at her at the end. She never believed in metaphysics, but some things really can't be explained. Can people predict their own death?
This 23-year-old boy should have had a great youth, get married and have children, and join hands with the one he loves until he dies.
But now, he was lying quietly on the operating table, his face pale, his hands hanging down, and he could no longer open his eyes to see this unbeautiful or even gray world to him.
The head nurse pushed Fan Taohua away, covered Ye Xinghe's head with the surgical drape, and then unplugged the ventilator and monitor, ready to push them out.
Song Qingfeng took off the surgical gown and gloves, picked up a pen and signed on the surgical sheet: dead.
It was as if Fan Taohua didn't exist, and they were going through the process of the patient's death. Only Fan Taohua stood blankly in the corner and looked at Song Qingfeng's back in a white coat. Now she even began to fantasize about the person lying there It's her, she once joked with Ye Xinghe, if possible, she really hopes to share his life in half, although they can't be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but they can die in the same year, the same month and the same day.
Although Ye Xinghe refuted it with a smile, the fact is cruel. At the last moment of this young man's life, Fan Taohua was powerless to do anything about it.
Yes, she is just an ordinary little nurse, not a doctor, what can she do?
By the way, doctor.
Fan Taohua suddenly remembered that Song Qingfeng must be Song Qingfeng.
It must be that he was jealous of himself for being too kind to Ye Xinghe, and intentionally failed the operation, causing the illusion of himself bleeding to death.
He is really not human!
Fan Taohua had never hated Song Qingfeng so much. She attributed Ye Xinghe's death to Song Qingfeng. If he had worked harder during the operation, would all of this not have happened.
She chased out and found Song Qingfeng who was talking to Ye Xinghe's mother. He was wearing a mask and couldn't see his expression clearly, but his words were very calm, as if this operation was just a common minor operation, and it seemed that the surgeon had nothing to do with him. He was just an ordinary passer-by announcing the death of a patient. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com