"We won't hide this from you. Many doctors will go to him to buy corpses and practice medical skills by studying the corpses and examining the internal organs. I think you are a martial arts practitioner, so do you know how to improve your martial arts?" The middle-aged man continued.

Said in a low voice.

Shuanzi nodded.

"Practice more..." he said blankly.

"That's right." The middle-aged man patted him on the shoulder and looked at him with sympathetic and pitiful eyes. "Qianjintang can disembowel people. How do you think he can do it?"

Shuanzi stood there blankly, then let out a howl, turned around and rushed out.

The howling frightened the middle-aged man to tremble, but he quickly recovered and smiled happily.

He reached out and took out a letter from his sleeve, shook it before stuffing it back with a bit of pride.

"Let's see what's going on." He said to himself, then walked away humming a little tune.

At this time, in Qianjin Hall, the operating staff completed disinfection and entered the operating room.

This is the second time everyone has stepped in, but they are still nervous. After all, the last time it was the mouth and nose of a child, but this time it is an adult, and it is also the chest. Just looking at the hammers, scissors and saws on the shelf is scary enough.

"Anesthesia is complete." Liu Pucheng said.

Qi Yue nodded and stood at her position. Seeing her standing, the coffin boy also stood over. He had been told his position last time. Aru pushed the instrument, and Zhang and Hu San shook out the sheet and fixed it with a clip.

"Now we're going to perform emergency thoracotomy and prepare to open the chest." Qi Yue said, stretching out his hand.

Aru placed the scalpel accurately in her hand.

Qi Yue held the knife and made a transverse incision on the left side of the neck from the center of the chest. Blood gradually seeped out. The coffin boy picked up gauze and wiped it.

The only sound in the operating room was rapid breathing.

Outside the operating room, the disciples were also observing. When they saw Qi Yue picking up the saw and starting to saw it on the patient's chest, everyone closed their eyes and timidly covered their mouths with their hands to avoid screaming.

Next to me, Hu, three and Zhang Tong had reached their limit. One could barely pull, while the other's hands and feet were trembling. The words on the surgical record paper were constantly deformed.

"The blood has been recovered." Liu Pucheng took the blood that flowed from the siphon. A'ru took the porcelain bottle and placed it on the shelf. Next to it were the prepared syringes, needles, and the only remaining one that was originally a needle and has now become a

Three plastic tubes.

"The tension in the mediastinum is very high..." Qi Yue said so that Hu San could record it.

The coffin boy looked at the open chest carefully.

"There's bruises here!" he said.

Qi Yue nodded.

"This is the thymus, this is the mediastinum...the hematoma goes from the upper mediastinum downwards..." Qi Yue said, touching one by one with one hand, "...involving both sides of the mediastinal pleura...this is the left innominate vein...the posterior side..."

She said and stopped suddenly.

"Found it, the hematoma is here." She shouted happily, stretching out her hand, "Now cut open the fibrous capsule and eliminate the blood clot..."

A'ru handed over the scalpel and Qi Yue stretched it in. Blood suddenly poured out at this moment, bright red and dazzling, filling his vision instantly.

"ah!"

Screams suddenly sounded in the room, and even the coffin boy standing close couldn't help but let out a low cry.

It's not venous bleeding, it's arterial bleeding!

Qi Yue's head suddenly pounded, the hair on his hair stood on end, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

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Chapter completed!