Three Hundred and Forty Eighth, Did the Operation Go Well?

Zhao Qianru was also sitting outside the door in a wheelchair, watching the operating room carefully and rigorously, and was ready to give Zhao Ru any problem, and she could give guidance.

Then An Ran suddenly found that one of the men surrounding Little Mint and helping to turn on the lights was very familiar, very very familiar, so she kept staring at that man, and after a look, she recognized that it was Liang Ziyu. ! ! !

As if realizing something, An Ran suddenly stood up, looked at Liang Ziyu's face, Liang Ziyu also saw her, winked at her, and smiled.

He has always been like this, when he doesn't smile, he looks cynical, and when he smiles, he gives people a sense of foolishness.

An Ran's heart was raised suddenly at this moment, she hugged the doll tightly, clenched her fist, and there was a flower seed in her fist, An Ran gritted her teeth, if Zhao Ru killed Little Mint, she would definitely let this Everyone in the operating room is the fertilizer for her flowers.

Zhao Qianrong, who was sitting in a wheelchair, shifted her old eyes from Xiao Bohe to An Ran, as if she could see An Ran's tension and chill, she smiled clearly and said to An Ran:

"Don't worry, nothing will happen, Aru's knife skills are very good, this is just a small troublesome operation."

As a doctor, of course, every aspect of the patient must be taken into consideration. Zhao Qianrong only considered that Little Mint's platelets were low, and surgery would be risky, but she didn't say that Little Mint would definitely encounter risks.

She thought that An Ran's nervousness and chill was because she was worried about whether Xiao Minhe's operation would go well.

After about an hour like this, Zhao Ru finished the little mint, and under Zhao Qianrong's guidance, injected several medicines into the little mint, and the whole operation was over. The man in the picture did not show a hippie smiling face and a carefree attitude.

Watching Zhao Ru pick up Little Mint, carefully put it on the operating trolley, push it out from the operating room, and come to An Ran, An Ran exhaled, hugged the doll and looked at lying on the bed, her complexion was pale The paper-like little mint looked at Zhao Ru again, feeling a little grateful in his heart, and asked:

"Is it okay? Did the operation go well?"

Zhao Ru took off the mask on her face, nodded, and said with a soft smile on her face: "Yes, the little girl is very tenacious, but because of excessive blood loss, she needs to mend it."

"Make up, make up." An Ran nodded like pounding garlic, this is for sure, people in the Qing Palace are like sitting in a confinement, this is definitely to be made up.

How to make up? An Ran didn't know how to confine herself in the last days. She herself hadn't confinement, but at least she had to give Little Mint some hot meals and hot soup.

Then An Ran asked again: "Well, is Little Mint a miscarriage?"

"No, that's not a fetus, it's a piece of chocolate cyst." Zhao Ru frowned, "You're too professional to understand, this kind of chocolate cyst is quite stubborn, I don't know why it will fall off by itself, it's very puzzling. "

Then Zhao Ru breathed a sigh of relief, and said to An Ran, "Fortunately, you discovered it in time."

Just as they were talking, Liang Ziyu and the others finished lighting the lamp for Little Bohe, then pushed Little Bohe into the ward, then went back outside the hospital, and went to kill zombies with Zhan Lian and Luo Feifan Yuntao.