"oh."

Since he was given the opportunity, Kawei naturally would not let go, and soon he made a beautiful ligation on the lower end of the crow's beak forceps. In order to explain his teacher's words, he said while doing it: "I didn't expect Count Morasso's surgery before.

The ligation technique I learned from my teacher at that time was actually given the opportunity to be put into practice so quickly."

"Well, the knot is tied well."

Ignatz was so dizzy that he didn't even look at Kawei's operation. He just followed what he said and continued to ask: "Is the knot stable?"

"Well, it's stable."

"Okay, I let go."

The crow's beak forceps slowly left the wound, and the knot stayed quietly at the beginning of the wound. The surrounding area was very clean and there was no bleeding at all.

Kawei's response was perfect, and it took less than a minute to resolve the troublesome artery. Even in modern times, such a simple operation should be applauded.

But there was nothing in Laszlo's room.

Physicians disdain surgery and cannot understand it at all. But Ignatz, who can understand everything, is suffering from dizziness and is not seeing it at all. The only one present who can see all the operations clearly is the one who has been diligently

Berget pressing Laszlo's body.

This was the first time he had observed Kawei's operations at such a close range, and there was only one question in his mind: Why is this man so skilled?

Kawei is just a surgical assistant at best. No matter how strong his learning ability is, he is still a semi-illiterate who has not received medical education. But why can he do everything from clamping blood vessels to suturing tissues in one go? Why is he so skilled? He is so skilled that he does not look like a novice.

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However, in reality there is no answer.

After ligating the ruptured artery, the wound was completely exposed under Kavi's retractor. Ignatz picked up the horn catheter and inserted it directly into the wound.

A sharp pain that tore his neck quickly swept through Laszlo's body, but the continuous flow of air into his lungs through the artificial airway made him feel much more relaxed in an instant. The pain took away the restlessness, and his dazed consciousness also gradually

After recovering, these three minutes allowed Laszlo to fully understand what death is.

"Father!"

Laszlo could not speak and could only respond to his daughter with a smile on his lips.

There was finally some sporadic applause from all around, and even a proud man like Fatorad did not hesitate to praise him: "Congratulations, Dr. Ignatz, you have once again created the history of Austrian surgery."

"Thank you doctor!"

Naya wanted to step forward and say sorry. Her willfulness almost killed her father just now. If Ignatz hadn't forced the operation, I'm afraid Laszlo would have become a corpse now. Unfortunately, Ignatz couldn't hear him anymore.

After accepting the thanks and praise, fatigue and hypoglycemia soon made him faint.

"teacher!"

"Quickly, help him to a spacious place and get him some water!"

Kavi dropped what he was holding and was about to go around the edge of the bed to help, but Laszlo's situation happened again.
Chapter completed!