My Waste Husband

Chapter 176

"I... I... I'm afraid..." Milan's eyes reddened, tears welling up in her eyes.

The surgeon had told her how difficult the surgery was. At that time, Milan was scared and did not know who to complain to. Now, seeing Henry, she could not control and burst into tears.

"Don't be afraid. It does not hurt. You can sleep well." Henry put one hand on Milan's cheek to comfort her, and with another hand, he gave a sign to the surgeon who came in with him.

The surgeon understood what he meant and prepared the anaesthetic. Then, he began to inject. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

The high-intensity medical anaesthesia could make the patient fall into a state of sleep in a very short period of time.

After the injection, Milan's shaking body gradually calmed down and her tightened muscles began to relax. She felt her eyelids were very heavy. After seeing Henry gently pulling her hospital uniform, she could no longer restrain her fatigue and fell asleep.

"Scalpel, styptic cotton!"

"Fast!"

"Tell me the data!"

Henry's voice sounded quickly and steadily. His speed was very fast, but every move was very stable.

"The next step is close to the heart, and I can't see it clearly with the instrument!" A female surgeon said anxiously.

When doing some chest and abdomen surgery, the most terrible thing was that the instrument could not see clearly. In this way, it would be very difficult for the surgeon to know the situation of the patient, and there would be no way to do it properly.

"I don't need any instruments." Henry took off his gloves. His hands had been sterilized, and there were no bacteria. "I need scalpel and lots of styptic cottons, observe the patient's breathing."

"Too much blood loss! Her breathing is weak!" The surgeon looked at the data on the monitor and frowned.

For this surgery, there are a total of two difficulties to overcome.

First, tumor removal. The tumor was connected to the heart with several blood tubes. Any carelessness in the process would cause a lot of blood loss in the patients.

Second, the patient's blood loss during the open-chest process would decrease the patient’s hematopoietic function. If the patient was open-chested for too long, her life would be in danger.

All in all, this was a high-intensity surgery that required a combination of speed and precision. Almost no one dared to say that they were sure that they could succeed in this surgery.

With the help of the instrument, the surgeons could clearly see the patient's condition and remove the tumor. But without it, they could only rely on the surgeon's hands.

Through the surgeon's touch, he could feel the places where the tubes were close to the heart and remove the tumour. The difficulty alone was enough to make the three experienced female surgeons’ shudders. If there was a deviation of less than half a centimetre, it would cause serious problems.

Time passed by, and Henry's breathing was steady. He closed his eyes, and the movements of his hands were steady and fast.

Outside the surgical room, President Ma and a group of surgeons were waiting anxiously.

After one hour and seven minutes, the red light in the operating room turned green.

When the door of the operating room was opened, President Ma and others immediately surrounded them.

An experienced female doctor came out first.

"How was it?" President Ma asked anxiously, with worry in his eyes.

"A miracle! It's a miracle! It's amazing, and I believe that if this surgery could be recorded today, it would go down in medical history! His technique was even more precise than that of the most delicate machine, without any deviation! Successful surgery!"

The last words made people in front of the operating room burst into cheers.

Henry walked out of the operating room and wiped his sweat. He said with a smile, "President Ma, I'm glad I didn't fail you."

"Master Zhang! Impressive! Really impressive!" President Ma gave a thumbs up excitedly. As an experienced surgeon, just by listening, he understood how difficult it was, and during the process, there could’ve been unexpected accidents. But Henry could finish the surgery in an hour, which was beyond President Ma's reach!

When Milan woke up, she found herself lying on a neat bed. She felt weak and powerless. She could only twist her head slightly and saw Henry sitting on the bed, looking at her with a smile.

"You're awake? Are you thirsty?" Henry picked up a glass of warm water.

Milan’s shook her head. Her mouth slightly opened, and asked, “Was it successful?”

"Well, the tumour has been successfully removed. Do you want to look at it? It's quite cute." Henry joked.

"Forget it." Milan forced a smile. "What time is it now?"

"Four o'clock in the afternoon." Henry patted his back and stood up from the chair next to the hospital bed. "Okay, it's good you woke up. You are still very weak now. Take a rest. I will bring Sylvia to visit you later. Why didn't you tell us about such a big thing? I have not seen you these days. I thought you were MIA."

"Don't!" A look of panic appeared on Milan's face. "Don't tell Sylvia. I'm afraid she'll be worried."

"It's okay. You are out of danger. You have lost too much blood and are a little weak now. I tried my best to make your wounds as smaller as possible during the surgery. You will recover soon. I will give you a prescription and you can get out of bed for two days. You can sleep for a while." Henry put the cup of warm water next to Milan, He put a straw in the glass and said, "Have some water. Close your eyes and lie down for a while."

"Uhm," Milan replied while nodding.

After Henry said two more things to take note of, he left.

After Henry left, Milan slowly pulled back her hospital uniform. When she saw the foot-long wound on the left side of her chest, her face looked slightly unnatural.

Although there was no distinction between men and women during the surgery, but after all, Henry and Milan knew each other.

After Henry left the room, he first went to President Ma and asked him for a few sets of medicinal materials. Then he borrowed a clay pot to boil them. After the work was done, it was 5:30 p.m.

While Sylvia was still working, Henry went to the grocery market to buy some supplements. Then he came to the entrance of Lins Group with a chicken and a bag of vegetables.

On the sofa in the lobby of the first floor of Lins Group, a handsome young man in a suit with short hair attracted Henry's attention.

What attracted Henry was not his appearance, but his temperament.

With just one glance, Henry could tell that this person was absolutely a master, and he was an elite of first class.

Henry observed for a while. Judging from the man's sitting posture and the little movements he made in a short time, he could tell that at least he had the same strength as Nat Jin, the captain of Sharp Knife.

Why did such a person come to the Lins Group?