Chapter 395: Joint Surgery

Was that slumber a form of recuperation?

It had only been half a day, yet she was already gritting her teeth to hold on.

But Nan Nan had been moving forward the entire time; she must be exhausted, right?

Just then, a man's hand appeared before her eyes.

Zhao Qiu Hua looked up; it was Xie Shuyang.

"Thank you." Zhao Qiu Hua took his hand, stood up, and then let go.

Everything they had all experienced today was something they wouldn't have dared to even imagine before.

If only there were no invasion, how wonderful that would be!

Southern monkeys!

Xie Yuanyuan brought water over; she and Jiang Yunduo had been in Group One from the start, and she was on the scene when she received Xie Shuyang's note.

"Drink some water and rest for a while." Xie Yuanyuan looked at the two of them; they were covered in blood, and their hair and clothes were no longer as clean as they once were.

Xie Shuyang pulled Xie Yuanyuan into his embrace, but it was only for a brief moment.

"Alright, Yuanyuan, I have to go to the battlefield; there are more people there who need me." Xie Shuyang rubbed her fleshy cheeks.

Seeing her, he was already filled with energy.

Zhao Qiu Hua sighed, "Protect Nan Nan well; she is too tired. I am heading back."

Zhao Qiu Hua walked away quite briskly, even waving her hand at Yuanyuan.

Every one of them stopped looking at what was before them.

Because there were more important things waiting for them to do!

And at this moment, inside the operating room, it was already a scene of intense activity.

This was the first joint surgery, involving amputations, thoracic surgery, and brain surgery.

But among this circle of surgeons, An Yinan's figure was always present; she stood steadily in the center position.

Her Hemostatic Pill was used one after another.

After the Silver Needle was sterilized, someone immediately brought it over.

"Doctor An." At this moment, the person performing the brain surgery called out.

An Yinan immediately inserted a Silver Needle.

"Fifteen minutes," An Yinan said heavily.

The person's hands never stopped moving, but his voice said with certainty, "Enough!"

The head is the most critical!

From beginning to end, the acupoint An Yinan was pressing had not been released; it had already been an hour and a half.

Her hand felt sore and numb, almost devoid of sensation.

Yet her arm had not moved; it remained that steady!

Who among them wasn't persevering?

An Yinan watched the entire situation; in some places, she twisted the Silver Needle, and in others, she inserted it a bit deeper.

"Leg surgery complete!" The doctor could still hear his own heartbeat at this moment.

"Thump," "thump," "thump"—a violent pounding.

"Five minutes," the lead surgeon for the chest cavity said.

Time passed bit by bit; everyone in the operating room was focused, and apart from surgical instructions, no one spoke any unnecessary words.

An Yinan pulled out the Silver Needles one by one; finally, five remained on Xiaokang's body.

The unconscious Xiaokang did not know that this group of people had been working hard to keep him alive.

"Chest surgery finished." The lead surgeon still held the needle holder in his hand.

His whole body slumped backward, but fortunately, the assistant behind him caught him, preventing him from collapsing to the floor.

Only then did he allow his hands to tremble, shakily placing the needle holder into the tray as the assistant wiped the sweat from him.

Now only the brain surgery was still ongoing; An Yinan's hand relied on sheer control to keep it from moving.

She twisted the Silver Needle again.

This was already the fifth time; there would not be a sixth.

Her hand pressing the acupoint had not let go; now, there were bloodstains and sweat on those fingers.

The brain surgery had begun suturing; the Group Leader of Group One was responsible for every stitch.

No one in the entire operating room spoke, fearing that the slightest distraction would cause all their efforts to go to waste.

"Good!" The Group Leader of Group One cut the thread and stepped back, but it was only that one step.

He had been under the greatest pressure; in brain surgery, the slightest error meant immediate death.

It wasn't that he hadn't performed brain surgery before, but every previous patient had been in the best possible condition.

Yet this little patient was undergoing three surgeries at once, and without any consciousness; he had no confidence at all before the surgery, fearing sudden cerebral hemorrhage, which would mean the child could never be saved.

An Yinan finally pulled out the Silver Needles bit by bit, but she could not lift that finger; she turned to look at the General Person-in-Charge, "Help me."

Only then did the General Person-in-Charge realize the extent of Comrade An's self-control.

He stepped forward and lifted An Yinan's hand.

An Yinan used her right hand to rub her left arm and hand, but there was still no sensation.

At first, she had endured through self-control, and later, she had lost all strength, yet her hand had acted on instinct.

"What acupoint is this?" When the General Person-in-Charge asked, the three group leaders and all the assistants looked over.

An Yinan continued to rub her numb arm, "A Deadly Acupoint."

"This Deadly Acupoint is very unique; life and death hang in the balance of a single thought."

"A little lighter, a little heavier, both are Deadly Acupoints; it's just that the range it can withstand is too small."

An Yinan spoke very solemnly, but the people in the operating room all thought she was joking.

Saving a person using a Deadly Acupoint?

That is just too ridiculous!

Yet, not a single person present laughed.

Because they could see Comrade An's seriousness; she frowned and spoke calmly, but her eyes were earnest.

That really was a Deadly Acupoint!

"I suggest you do not attempt it," An Yinan said.

Back when she was going through the system courses in her space, she had practiced thousands upon thousands of times and killed countless mannequins before she finally developed this ability.

At that time, she had no other way, and it was also because she had no choice.

If she hadn't used this method, Xiaokang would have had only one path to death, with not a shred of hope for survival.

We... attempt...

Do we dare?

This was also the inner voice of everyone present; not to mention that they lacked Doctor An's Acupuncture Technique, they couldn't even distinguish those Traditional Chinese Medicine acupoints, so how could they dare to touch a Deadly Acupoint.

They were now keeping in mind that this was a Deadly Acupoint, and they must never touch this spot in the future!

"This is Fever-reducing Medicine, and this is Anti-inflammatory Medicine; if he develops a fever, feed him one of each, three times a day," An Yinan instructed.

The Fever-reducing Medicine and Anti-inflammatory Medicine were both modern drugs; she hadn't taken them out before because she didn't want to attract too much attention to herself, and there was a bigger reason: those people could survive even without these medicines.

But Xiaokang's situation was too special; if he didn't have these medicines, although he had already made it through the surgery, there was no guarantee he would survive.

"Xiaokang, live well!" An Yinan said softly in Xiaokang's ear.

What came to her mind was that smiling, cheerful youth who would call out, "Sister-in-law!" the moment he saw her.

"Comrade An, this medicine!" the Chief Commander called out to stop An Yinan, who was about to leave.