CHAPTER 307: CHAPTER 290: A VERY GOOD PATIENT

Chopin didn’t understand medicine, but indeed he had a decent clinic and a doctor with passable skills. Hua Qingyi had not completely lowered his guard; even though he appeared relaxed, his nerves were secretly on high alert.

The clinic was not large; compared to big hospitals, its equipment was quite simple, but if you insist on doing some complicated surgeries, it is still manageable as long as it’s not opening up a chest or skull. The equipment can handle those.

Dr. Zhang was a very good anesthesiologist, as well as a very good surgeon.

When he picked up the scissors, Hua Qingyi stood up, instinctively blocking Xiao Lin with his distrustful inclination towards outsiders.

Dr. Zhang looked at Hua Qingyi in confusion, with an expression seeming to suggest he was crazy. However, Xiao Lin was experiencing short-term mental paralysis due to excessive bleeding, and this situation was on the brink of crisis, so he had to speak up, even though speaking was quite a chore for him.

"You’re interfering with my work."

This person actually spoke to him in such a tone; Hua Qingyi raised an eyebrow.

"Young Master Hua, the military doctor needs treatment now. We can wait outside. Dr. Zhang is an expert in surgery, I trust him a lot." Chopin chuckled as he pulled Hua Qingyi aside, genuinely worried about the clash of their personalities. Perhaps this Young Master Hua might really demolish the clinic, and who would they find for medical treatment then? This kind of unprofitable business was something he would never consider.

"A world-class star, who knew you smoked! Isn’t your voice supposed to be protected?" Hua Qingyi said flatly.

The moment he got into Chopin’s car, all the related information was already sent to Hua Qingyi’s phone via email; otherwise, he wouldn’t have followed so openly. One should know how many covert eyes had been following along the way, something an average person would have a hard time noticing. Naturally, Chopin didn’t notice either.

"Being a star is stressful, want a smoke?" Chopin looked a bit helpless. Although he had some minor political connections, in Hua Qingyi’s eyes, those people were insignificant and could be completely ignored.

"Why are you in the hospital?" Hua Qingyi raised an eyebrow.

Chopin sighed heavily, took a deep drag on his cigarette like a seasoned smoker, and slowly exhaled the smoke before continuing, "The Dragon Tiger Entertainment City on North Alley, I and the military doctor are friends from a gaming group. At the time, I thought I was the last one to arrive, but unexpectedly, the military doctor came even later. Soon afterwards, I took my drunk friends home, and on the way, I heard on the news there had been an explosion there, so I rushed to the hospital."

"Hmm!"

The language was not heavily embellished, and the speaking rhythm remained steady. Hua Qingyi knew Chopin wasn’t lying, his breathing kept a consistent pattern, though it had a hint of guilt, it didn’t affect his overall state.

"One of you come in to help, the patient is rejecting the anesthetic, I need someone to hold him down." The door of the clinic was pulled open, and Dr. Zhang stood at the entrance with an unaffected expression.

After exchanging glances, they both walked into the clinic together. Xiao Lin was sitting on the operating bed, looking not too bad, but the half-cut clothes hanging off his body made him look somewhat amusing. The ruthless glare of his black eyes startled Chopin, but Hua Qingyi was long accustomed to such looks, whereas Dr. Zhang seemed immune, seeing only the symptoms, not the patient, which made him quite an interesting person.

"Brother!"

"I’ll do it myself!" Xiao Lin said blandly, allowing Hua Qingyi to relax. It was good he could speak; he was really worried that if he stayed silent, it might lead to trouble.

"Are you a doctor?" He glanced at the silent Dr. Zhang and asked.

"Mm!"

"Good! Prepare a No. 9 knife handle, a No. 13 blade, and medium thread for me." Xiao Lin pulled down the half of his clothes hanging on him and tossed them aside, soaked a large piece of cotton in medical alcohol and wiped his wound, then turned to Hua Qingyi and said: "Qing Yi, get me a clean set of clothes and my car."

"I’m not leaving now!" Xiao Lin gave him a look without saying much, knowing Hua Qingyi would have a way to bring his car back.

"What dose of anesthetic do you need?" Dr. Zhang set the items Xiao Lin needed on the operating table. When Xiao Lin decisively declared what he required, Dr. Zhang understood his skills were of little use in this man’s eyes.

"No need."

The lights above the operating table were very bright, shining on the wound clearly enough to see every line. The muscle seared by the bullet’s passage had fanned outward, showing signs of an inflammatory response on the surface. Chopin seemed afraid of seeing blood, so he chose to avoid it. Knowing Dr. Zhang’s dislike for the smell of smoke, he always smoked outside. This area was relatively remote from the city center, so he wasn’t worried about being chased by paparazzi.

"You’re seriously injured!" Due to his knowledge of medicine, Dr. Zhang didn’t think Xiao Lin could complete the entire process alone, especially without anesthesia. It reminded him of the ancient story of Guan Yu having his bones scraped to heal his wounds. Back then, there was no advanced anesthesia technology, but now, in this civilized era, there’s no need to imitate the ancients.

"Anesthetic agents only destroy nerve tissue, so you don’t feel pain. You’re an anesthetist, so you should know the composition of anesthetics better than anyone." Xiao Lin spoke in an emotionless tone. Standing beside him, Hua Qingyi frowned, disliking the tone Xiao Lin used. He wanted to say something but held back in the end.

The head of the No. 13 scalpel is arc-shaped, which isn’t the best choice for cutting subcutaneous tissue. Xiao Lin held the scalpel handle and carefully picked off the adhesions on the wound little by little. Due to prolonged neglect, the muscles were partially fused with the bullet, forming a mass. To remove the bullet, the surrounding nerve and muscle must also be removed. Dr. Zhang couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows from the side.

It was very quiet! Hua Qingyi and Dr. Zhang seemed to have reached some understanding; both kept standing at the same spot, watching Xiao Lin cut away those adhesions bit by bit without frowning. Seeing the white gauze turn red piece by piece, they were left with only their breathing.

Chopin didn’t come in, and there were many cigarette butts on the ground. He felt a bit dizzy; being intoxicated by smoke was actually more uncomfortable than being drunk. He leaned against the door of the treatment room, breathing the fresh air, only the air was filled with the scent of blood, which attracted the barking of dogs.

In the silence, the occasional clinking of metal instruments could be heard, cold and hard, making one’s heart race.

Sweat dampened Xiao Lin’s hair, and for a moment, Hua Qingyi thought he was doing it on purpose. No one would understand the pain in Xiao Lin’s heart better than him!

"Dr. Zhang, please do the sutures for me." After Xiao Lin pulled out the bullet with forceps, he pressed a hemostatic cotton on the wound. He wasn’t someone who would show off his abilities; sometimes, showing weakness is also a sign of courage. He’s a military doctor, so he knows his scope of capabilities. It’s not that he can’t complete this task, but there’s no need to excessively push himself.

It’s undeniable that quite a bit of blood had flowed.

"If I’m handling the rest of the work, then I hope you can be a good patient." Dr. Zhang skillfully hung a bottle of glucose on the hook and expertly set up the IV drip, inserting the needle into Xiao Lin’s skin, then said, "The necessary nutrients are needed too, and take the anti-inflammatory drugs before leaving."

The small surgical light on the side was aimed at the wound, perfectly matching the technique. The smooth incision showed no signs of gears; each cut was made without hesitation or delay. Such skill left Hua Qingyi in awe.

"Not bad technique!" A good surgeon isn’t just judged by their decisiveness during surgery and analysis of the condition; another aspect is stitching the wound. Beautiful stitching and smooth spacing determine the healing condition of the wound. Good stitches can make the wound undetectable for a long time after.

"Mutual appreciation!" Dr. Zhang took off his gloves and, after finishing the procedure, walked out of the treatment room. He glanced at Chopin and Hua Qingyi, saying indifferently, "I leave it to you tonight. He might show signs of a fever at midnight; I’ve prepared the medicine. He must leave tomorrow."

Hua Qingyi now believed that this doctor truly didn’t know who he was. It turned out there were still people in Yanjing who were ignorant about him. He felt quite comfortable with it; compared to those sycophants, such a person was much more interesting.

"Brother, what are your plans next? There’s news from the hospital; sister-in-law is out of danger."

"Hand over the people we caught to Dragon Soul. This isn’t just a simple vendetta incident." Xiao Lin watched the IV drip, the clear droplets like tears that sparkled under the incandescent lamp: "Night Eagle went to the Middle East and remains missing to this day."

"Do you plan to go to the Middle East?" Hua Qingyi interjected sensitively. Although he hadn’t heard of any issues over there, the situation in Yanjing is currently turbulent, and the Zhang Family’s inaction may not be a good thing for the Xia Family.

"Is the gentleman still at Dragon Soul Headquarters?" Xiao Lin shifted the topic.

"Yes! This chap has a tough mouth."

"Arrange for me to meet him."

"That’s not a problem, but..." Hua Qingyi hesitated a bit.

"Speak!" Xiao Lin blinked, the anti-inflammatory medicine having a soothing effect; he couldn’t help but smile, realizing this doctor was indeed quite considerate.

"Regarding the two suspects in the North Alley explosion case, one committed suicide by poison, and the other fled after killing an officer. Moreover, I don’t think leaving Yanjing right now is the right decision." Hua Qingyi never compromised on his firm beliefs. If he spoke them out, it showed his non-compromise.

Xiao Lin, well aware of this, didn’t argue with him, as he was the same type of person who wouldn’t easily back down.

"Sister-in-law needs you right now, and the Xia Family needs you too, and you have no reason to go to the Middle East."

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