Chapter 67: Meet the Three Gray Wolf Brothers Again 1

Kiss goodbye

However, it is obvious that Lu Jingnan overestimated Zhuo Mu Qiangba's ability to relax. After a long period of mental tension, he suddenly relaxed and even his arms trembled slightly. When he cut off a piece of necrotic tissue, he took a scissor and "swish", and a stream of liquid sprayed high, ejaculated Zhuo Mu Qiangba's face.

Before Zhuo Muqiangba could react, he felt another "swallow", but the familiar smell of blood made him realize what stupid thing he had done.

Lu Jingnan also said: "Hmm?

Have you cut my artery?"

Zhuo Muqiangbaden became nervous again, rubbed his arms around the blood all over his face, and took gauze in panic, hemostatic forceps, what order and what steps, and forgot. What's worse, the high-level compression bandage should not last too long. If it ischemia for a long time, Lu Jingnan's entire leg may be necrotic.

In a panic, Zhuo Muqiangba caught a glimpse of Lu Jingnan's face. Her face was gray, sweat flowed down her hairline, and the corners of her mouth were trembling slightly, but she tried her best to keep a smile.

Then he suddenly remembered that the effect of the anesthetic should have passed long ago, that is to say, in the second half of the time when the damaged tissue was cut off, Lu Jingnan actually remained absolutely awake.

She could really feel that every time she cut her knife, every time she touched the wound; not only did she make no sound, she also kept her body motionless and cooperated with herself to complete the operation.

When she touched her nerves just now, Lu Jingnan's whole body was shocked. It was not a physical stress reaction, but she really couldn't control her body to be stimulated so strongly. Oh my God, what exactly was she doing!

Seeing that Zhuo Mu Qiangba was so panicked that he seemed to be ready to use his fingers to block the wound, Lu Jingnan comforted him in a faint voice: "It's not the largest artery, I can still hold on.

If the pressure bandage cannot stop bleeding, use a tourniquet. The wall of the artery is very thick. You can find it first, use an arterial clip to stop the blood, and suture it with a needle. If it doesn’t work, do a bridge anastomosis. If it really doesn’t work, ligate it…”

Zhuo Mu Qiangba said: "I...I can't do it, I haven't done it..."

“You can do it, where is your confidence going?

You are Zhuomu Qiangba, you can definitely do it.”

As he said that, Lu Jingnan said again: "Talk to me and don't let me fall asleep."

"Say...what do you say?"

"Anything is fine, or you ask, I'll answer, what do you want to know..."

"Why did you sing that song?"

"Did you forget that I am a tantric practitioner?

I also grew up in Tibet. I often listened and hummed this song when I was a child, so I can naturally understand it."

"How did you become a tantric practitioner?"

“It actually has something to do with my father.

My father is a devout follower of tantric practice. He advocates tantric practice and is determined to become a tantric practitioner. He has practiced the Thousand-Ri Huifeng Peak in Japan and won the title of Venerable Acharya.

But the orthodox Tibetan Buddhist practitioners he had always believed in never agree with him, thinking that he was not qualified enough to become a tantric practitioner. At that time, my father was seeking the Dharma outside the Great Buddha Temple, but the monks of the temple refused..."

Zhuomu Qiangba said strangely: "Where is the Great Buddha Temple?"

Lu Jingnan said: "Many temples of the secret practice of Famen are often built in deep mountains and dense forests, and are rarely visited, just like hanging upside down temples, and are not known to outsiders.

My father thought he had some skills at that time, and he had a disagreement with the monk in the temple. He started to fight. Without further ado, he was driven out of the door by a Geguo three fists and five kicks, and since then he became even more obsessed with secret practice.

Perhaps it was because of his sincerity. Once upon a chance encounter, a tantric practitioner discovered that I had a talent for tantric practice, so I became a tantric practitioner.”

Lu Jingnan's voice began to murmur: "Don't think I am so powerful. Geshe's meaning among the esoteric practitioners is the meaning of an introductory apprentice. If... if it was you, you should be able to do better..."

"Hey, hey! Lu Jingnan! Lu Jingnan!"

Zhuo Muqiangba said: "Don't sleep!"

He held the instrument, but did not dare to move at all. He performed the anastomosis step by step. Seeing that Lu Jingnan's voice was getting weaker, he couldn't help but remind him loudly.

After a moment, Lu Jingnan seemed to have taken a breath, opened his eyes leisurely and said, "It seems that I'm too tired, so allow me to take a break."

"No! You can't sleep! I won't..." Before Zhuo Muqiangba finished speaking, Lu Jingnan suddenly looked up slightly, held Zhuo Muqiangba's close face with both hands, and his lips gradually faded, sealed Zhuo Muqiangba's mouth.

Zhuo Muqiangba clearly felt that the cold hands and cold lips were trembling slightly. Life could gradually disappear, but could not take away the passionate desire and endless pursuit.

Time stopped at that moment, and countless snow-white elves fell into the air, falling on the hairlines of the two, landing on their shoulders, leaning around and surrounding them, as if they were to feel the fiery feelings.

"Master Jonba, this is the closest distance between me and you. I am full of my heart and I have no regrets in this life."

That kiss seemed to have exhausted all the strength of Lu Jingnan and also took time to take all the distracting thoughts in Zhuo Mu Qiangba's heart. Lu Jingnan said softly in his ear: "I believe you, what you can do is Zhuo Mu Qiangba, Master Qiangba."

Zhuo Muqiangba only felt that the world was blank and the four silent. He didn't know what had happened. It was not until Lu Jingnan's body leaned back to the stone wall again, raised his eyes to the sky, and finally said, "It's snowing, it's so beautiful..." He came to his senses and threw all his thoughts and feelings behind him, and continued his work.

"I believe you, you can do it..." Time is not enough to wait for others, and there is no time to hesitate. Zhuo Muqiangba made up his mind and practiced during training. Just do it as you do. No one helps or guidance, and everything can only be done by yourself.

The snowflakes fell silently, and when they touched the ground, they disappeared suddenly. Time was flowing quietly, and a little chill suddenly increased around them. Zhuo Muqiangba was unaware of it, and only heard the "click" sound of the equipment in his hand.

After a lot of time, he shouted happily: "Stop it, the blood stops!"

Looking up, I saw Lu Jingnan lying peacefully, with her skin as snow, her skin as cream, her face and lips, and her limbs were cold. Zhuo Muqiangba's heart seemed to be hanging in the air and touching her neck.

"There must be pulsation, there must be pulsation!"

Zhuomu Qiangba prayed secretly to almost all the gods and Buddhas who knew, and when his fingers were less than one centimeter from the carotid artery, he didn't dare to move forward. He closed his eyes and put his hand on it-

"Huh...Huh..." Zhuo Muqiangba gasped, as if the whole operation was not as tired as pressing his fingers during the whole operation - and there was also pulse, the Iron Lady was not so easy to die.

He approached Lu Jingnan's ear and whispered: "You scared me to death, Jingnan."

Lu Jingnan was motionless, just like the sleeping Snow White.

Zhuomongba continued: "I did it, thank you."

Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly felt something strange on his cheek. He suddenly remembered something and flicked his hand to Lu Jingnan's forehead. It was hot! Zhuo Muqiangba's heart tightened again. Oh no, it was a reaction of excessive blood loss, just like Minmin was hanging upside down in the temple.

The best way is to transfusion, but Zhuo Muqiangba searched through his backpack. There was no artificial plasma in his backpack, so he could only replenish fluids.

Lu Jingnan's blood vessels were deflated. Zhuo Muqiangba tried several injections but did not recover the blood. He finally got a chance to get aborted, but Lu Jingnan's condition did not improve.

In this cold and frozen place, Zhuo Muqiangba thought about it and had another way, which was to feed blood.

Although it is not directly input to blood vessels, the blood contains a large amount of nutrients and is easily absorbed by the human body.

Zhuo Mu Qiangba did not hesitate to do it himself. He drew his sword and blood dripped into Lu Jingnan's mouth like a thread.

Zhuo Muqiang lay down and took Lu Jingnan into his arms. He held the infusion bag with one hand and placed the other in front of Lu Jingnan's mouth. He raised her head slightly with his chest and shoulders to prevent choking.

After a while, the blood gradually stopped. Zhuo Muqiangba changed his hand and cut it again. After repeated this several times, Lu Jingnan's face gradually became rosy.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier.

Listening with his ears, Lu Jingnan's heartbeat gradually became stronger.

Zhuo Muqiangba finished the follow-up work such as drainage strips, disinfection gauze, and other follow-up work. He pulled out the sleeping bag, hugged Lu Jingnan tightly, and got into the sleeping bag together, as if he had returned to the ice cave on the snow mountain. However, this time, he and Lu Jingnan were the only two.

After a lot of blood loss, Zhuo Muqiangba's body was a little overwhelmed and she became drowsy.

Finally, with a satisfied smile, he fell asleep...

"babble?

It really snows?

That software is quite accurate.”

Maso opened the curtain of the tent and said loudly.

"According to the meteorological and cloud map prediction, it will continue to snow in the next few days."

Yueyang Road.

In the distance, Mokin and Soris had been standing in the snow for a long time.

Soris looked at the mist around him and reached out to catch the snowflakes falling in the sky. This kind of weather was extremely uncomfortable with the animals, and he hated them very much.

Mojin saw Soris' unhappiness and shouted to Masso: "Check it out quickly, we're going to set off."

Masso snorted at Yueyang: "The damn fog is already annoying enough, and the foggy and snow weather is even worse now.

Hey, come and help me, Yueyang."

After Yue Yang entered the tent, he said, "Wait a minute, the electronic workbench will respond, this is..."

Masso took a look and hurried out to call Mo Jin.

After Mo Jin looked at the electronic work platform, he had no reaction and just said to Masui: "Pack up the things, let's go."

In the blue sky and white clouds, the meadow by the stream, the sister was wearing a plain Tibetan robe and a garland running on the grass. Zhuo Muqiangba chased after him. He picked up his sister and shouted: "Catch it, catch it!"

My sister just giggled.

He was lying on the grass and looking at Baiyun. Suddenly, his little hand supported his chest and sat up, took a step back, and said with a melancholy look: "Have you forgotten me?"

The sad and tearful expression that was sobbing made Zhuo Mu Qiangba suddenly startled and he quickly stood up: "Min...Minmin! No, I didn't, how could I forget you?"

Minmin stood in front of Zhuo Muqiangba and suddenly split into two. The person on the left was Minmin, the right... the shadow on the right was self-pitying, but he seemed alone. Who was it if it was not Lu Jingnan?

"Jing...Jingman!"

Zhuo Mu Qiangba's eyes wandered between Minmin and Jingnan, and finally fell on Minmin, and Minmin threw herself into his arms.

Zhuo Muqiangba didn't dare to look at Lu Jingnan's face, but heard Lu Jingnan sing softly, singing an old song that his wife Ying liked to hum at that time: "Let youth blow your long hair and let it pull your dreams... Look at me, don't let the beauty stay at the empty pillow, youth will never die, and will always be loved..."

The sound was so clear and in a daze, someone really sang in his ear, "How could Jingnan sing this song?

Am I dreaming?"
To be continued...