Inside the ambulance car.

Lin Jing was lying on the cold rescue platform like a sleeping beauty, and there was no sign of life at all. The atmosphere was sad and solemn.

Two nurses were preparing to remove blood transfusion bags and first aid equipment.

"Wait!" Huang Xiaolong shouted loudly.

The two nurses were startled, stopped their hands and looked at them with confusion.

After entering the ambulance car, Huang Xiaolong became more and more awe-inspiring, and even exuded a kind of evil aura like a great scholar, which made the middle-aged female doctor beside him jump.

The middle-aged female doctor had an illusion, as if she was back when she was in the internship and went into the rescue room with her tutor...

Song Yuru, Hong Quantao, Zou Shi, and the police officers and plainclothes all rushed in, and Huang Xiaolongtou said coldly without looking back. "The men are all out."

This sentence contains a kind of majesty that cannot be disobeyed, which made all men subconsciously withdraw from the ambulance car, and only Song Yuru followed in.

Huang Xiaolong walked quickly to the rescue platform and looked at it. The electrocardiometer showed that Lin Jing's heart had stopped beating. He reached out and put on his pulse, and there was still a trace of imperceptible vitality, but it was like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

Judging from the current situation, Lin Jing stopped beating before she had time to undergo surgery, and the doctor announced that the rescue was ineffective and died.

At this moment, Huang Xiaolong's pupils suddenly turned as black as an abyss. In Huang Xiaolong's sight, a human-shaped phantom was slowly pulling out of Lin Jing's head.

This is the soul body!

That is, the so-called soul. Once Lin Jing's soul leaves her body, it means she is completely dead, and the Daluo Jinxian can't save her!

After a while, Huang Xiaolong quickly took out a handful of wrinkled yellow paper from his pocket.

Well~~To be precise, it is a large handful of talismans.

Huang Xiaolong picked out a talisman from it and put it directly on Lin Jing's forehead.

Soul-fixing Talisman!

A dazzling golden light flashed by, and the soul body that was about to be pulled out of Lin Jing's body was forced back.

At the same time, the talisman began to ignite spontaneously.

"You...what are you doing?" The middle-aged female doctor looked confused, "You, are you a Taoist priest?"

If Huang Xiaolong hadn't had a decent temperament at this moment, the middle-aged female doctor would have been angry and drove him out.

"It's only five minutes. I have to do this operation before the talisman is burned out. Give me sterile gloves and scalpels." Huang Xiaolong said in a deep voice.

The middle-aged female doctor pondered for a few seconds, but in the end she handed the sterile gloves and scalpel to Huang Xiaolong by herself.

Huang Xiaolong quickly put on his gloves and reached out to unbutton Lin Jing's shirt one by one.

Inside is a black half-cup lace bra, the deep career line is tempting.

Huang Xiaolong had no intention of enjoying the game, narrowed his eyes slightly and cut out with a knife!

The person next to him only saw a flash of knife light, and Lin Jing's heart was cut open.

This knife was quick and accurate, and the butcher cut the cow, just like that!

"This~~~~" the middle-aged female doctor and two nurses both gasped.

They have all undergone countless surgical operations, but have never seen such accurate knife skills!

After quickly establishing the peeling surface and exposing the heart, Huang Xiaolong handed the scalpel and Song Yuru next to him quickly took it over.

Next, Huang Xiaolong actually reached out his hand and strode his five fingers, like playing the pipa, or like a great monk picking a flower, pressing Lin Jing's heart that stopped beating!

The two nurses looked at each other, not sure what Huang Xiaolong was doing.

The middle-aged female doctor's body was shaken, her eyes emitted a burning luster, and she murmured in a low voice. "This... This... This is the 'chest heart compression technique' proposed by Professor Ouyang... When a person is injured accidentally, as long as he does not directly hurt the heart, within five to ten minutes of the heart stopping beating, he has a 1% chance of taking 'chest heart compression technique', which is also called 'Ouyang pressing technique'. However, Professor Ouyang passed away shortly after he proposed this theory, and he had not even had time to verify it clinically..."

Huang Xiaolong's five fingers move quickly, like a afterimage, picking, pressing, popping, pinching, pinching, rubbing... Various techniques change one after another.

On his forehead, there were also fine and dense beads of sweat seeping out.

Time passed minute by minute, and Lin Jing's heartbeat was like a pool of stagnant water on the electrocardiometer, and the soul-fixing talisman attached to her forehead was almost burning out!

When Song Ruyu saw Huang Xiaolong's extremely focused expression, his almost elegant technique, and his extraordinary temperament, his heart suddenly shook. A corner deep in her heart seemed to be touched. She took out a pack of tissue paper and carefully wiped the sweat on Huang Xiaolong's forehead.

Suddenly!

Beep~~~~~~

The dead electrocardiometer suddenly beats!

This time, it was like a time bomb exploded, shaking the souls of the people in the ambulance carriage!

Huang Xiaolong was also happy and his technique accelerated!

Beep ~~beep ~~beep ~~beep ~~beep ~~beep ~~beep ~

Lin Jing's heart finally resumed its beating completely!

"Miracle! Miracle! This is a miracle in the medical community all over the world!" The middle-aged female doctor burst into tears, her hands folded, and her face was full of worship.

"Connect the cardiopulmonary resuscitation device." Huang Xiaolong said coldly. "Give me surgical forceps."

The middle-aged female doctor and two nurses started with admiration, and a feeling of flattery suddenly erupted in her heart, as if to attack Huang Xiaolong was the most honorable thing in her life.

Huang Xiaolong took the surgical forceps and accurately clamped out the bullet embedded in Lin Jing's body without a microsurgery lens.

Finally, the wound is sutured.

Huang Xiaolong is like a precision surgical robot. Each needle is so elegant, so calm, and so just right. In less than a minute, the blade of Lin Jing's heart was sutured.

At first glance, there is no sign of the existence of the knife!

After doing all this, Huang Xiaolong breathed a sigh of relief and said to the middle-aged female doctor with a smile. "There is basically no problem. I believe you can handle the rest."

"Yes." The middle-aged female doctor looked admiring, and suddenly, she bowed deeply to Huang Xiaolong. "I... can I take you as my teacher?"

"Ah? You're not wrong?" Huang Xiaolong was confused.

"There is no order of learning, and those who are good at it are the masters." The middle-aged female doctor said convincedly. "Please give me this opportunity. I will definitely study hard... Master, what does it have to do with Professor Ouyang?"

"Uh~~~ You'd better deal with the aftermath here..." Huang Xiaolong shook his head slightly, then took Song Yuru's hand and walked outside. "Big wife, we have nothing to do here, let's go."

After walking out of the ambulance car, Huang Xiaolong raised his lips slightly, and a nearly evil expression appeared, murmured. "Ouyang Zhuang, an old ghost, has a good medical skills. Hehe, fortunately, I learned a few tricks from it, but helped me save my beautiful sister's life... Well, if you have time another day, go and fish him out of the Forgetful River and give him a chance to reincarnate..."

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Chapter completed!