After Mr. Pei Marries An Overweight Lady

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Seeing Pei Zhengyang close his eyes, Xia Qing took a deep breath, hung the blood transfusion bag for backup, and then took out the scalpel.

Although it has only been more than two months without surgery, but after a new life and living in Lin Xiaqing's body, many things have already changed.

The same is the technology engraved in the bones.

In her previous life, she studied Chinese medicine since she was a child, and later switched to Western medicine. She forged ahead all the way, from an unknown girl from a family of traditional Chinese medicine to a high-profile surgeon, and even her growth was regarded as a legend.

But no one knew that the genius that others thought was just more hard work and more sweat.

Xia Qing looked at Pei Zhengyang's chest intently, her fat hands held the gloves tightly, just like her tight heart at the moment.

Compared with her previous estimate, Pei Zhengyang's current situation is obviously worse.

After two minutes of careful observation, Xia Qing's scalpel slowly opened Pei Zhengyang's aortic valve, and the man's bright red heart appeared in front of Xia Qing.

Without any hesitation, Xia Qing started the next step.

The problem with Pei Zhengyang's heart is not big. The trouble is the location. The preliminary work is not difficult for Xia Qing, but there are too many things to pay attention to when performing surgery alone. It has been an hour after this operation.

Xia Qing took a deep breath, put the thing cut with scissors on one side, and began to prepare for suturing, but only halfway through, his brows wrinkled.

After the rebirth, Xia Qing felt that his eyesight and senses were much more sensitive. After the surgery, he was finally ready to suture, but there was a strange feeling in his heart, which was endless.

The part she just cut off was not something that really wanted Pei Zhengyang's life. Thinking of this, Xia Qing suddenly closed his eyes, and then opened them abruptly, the strong feeling just now was more real.

But there was a problem, but he couldn't see it. Xia Qing stretched out his hand and gently held the man's heart. He could feel the frequency of the beating, and he couldn't help but exert force.

Finally found the exception.

The other hand froze, and after confirming several times, Xia Qing was finally sure that there was something in Pei Zhengyang's heart, and carefully used his own judgment to cut the position.

Then he picked out a small chip, only three millimeters, but it was the culprit that accelerated Pei Zhengyang's heart failure.

Xia Qing looked at the little thing, looked at the dizzy man with complicated eyes, and then prepared to sew it up.

After a blind stitch, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Xia Qing's forehead, but she couldn't wipe it off, so she gritted her teeth and knelt to continue.

After another half an hour, Xia Qing raised her head, dozens of threads were held in her hands and fluttered. It was getting faster and faster, and in the end, only a trail of afterimages could be seen.

Although Pei Zhengyang on the ground kept his eyes closed, he could feel that the little fat man beside him was concentrating on his operation, which was warm but also bitter.

He didn't expect that he would do so many false moves, and even put the operation time on the first three days of the engagement, and used the entire medical competition as a cover. In an instant, all the people in the operating room were controlled.

But his brain is awake, but his body can't do anything, so he can only let those people take Dr. Jia and the others away, leaving him to fend for himself.

He hasn't been so useless since he was seventeen.

It was just a miscalculation, but the mountains and rivers are exhausted...