“Let go of me!”
Acting on instinct, Su Jinhui shoved the soldiers aside and rushed forward to check on him.
Although his heartbeat had returned, his breathing was faint—he was barely clinging to life.
But for her, that was enough.
Chen Kai exclaimed in shock, “Damn, this is freaky! He can come back to life after dying?”
“If you don’t speak, no one will take you for a mute!” Regiment Commander Lin shot him a cold glance.
She ignored everyone else and calmly organized her thoughts despite the crisis. In her previous life, she had been one of Huaguo’s top representatives in surgery. She possessed emergency medical knowledge decades ahead of the current era. She could save him—she definitely could!
Su Jinhui picked up the thickest needle and stabbed it straight into his chest, with no lack of force.
“Comrade Su, are you sure you’re saving him and not—” The military doctor swallowed the rest of his words. He truly couldn’t understand what she was doing.
As she inserted the needles, she explained, “Pericardiocentesis to relieve pressure, preventing myocardial infarction caused by insufficient blood supply.”
“This method is unheard of… it requires extremely precise needlework. It’s far too risky,” the military doctor said nervously.
Three needles stabilized his basic vital signs. Just as everyone waited for her next move, she suddenly took off her coat and removed her surgical cap.
Regiment Commander Lin looked down at the long needles in Yan Li’an’s chest, then at her. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to the restroom. Don’t touch him! I’ll be right back!”
Before anyone could react, she hurried out. But she didn’t go to the restroom. Instead, she slipped into an empty corner, opened her space, and took out a special-effect pill and suture thread.
She had painstakingly developed this pill—it could cure almost anything. But due to the rarity of its ingredients, there were only two.
A human life was far more precious than any pill.
Clutching the pill, she ran back into the operating room. Chen Kai’s mocking voice reached her ears. “Running off to the toilet at a critical moment? Deputy Regiment Commander Yan must have really burned incense to end up with a wife like this!”
Su Jinhui ignored him, went straight to the bedside, stuffed the pill into Yan Li’an’s mouth, and forced him to swallow it. Her movements were smooth and decisive.
The military doctor, eager to learn, asked, “May I ask what you just gave him?”
“A small pill I developed,” Su Jinhui replied without lifting her head.
An unregistered drug… The military doctor looked at Yan Li’an worriedly and could only hope for the best.
He watched for a long time. Apart from the first half truly being life-saving—and almost killing the patient—the latter half looked more like she thought Yan Li’an’s life was too long…
Yet the waveform on the ECG paper gradually became regular. Clearly, Yan Li’an’s condition had stabilized.
Without wasting a second, Su Jinhui picked up the scalpel, preparing to remove the final piece of shrapnel near the heart.
A backward operating room, a critically ill patient—her psychological pressure was far greater now than before. But she had to stay calm.
Yan Li’an had already been in the operating room for nearly four hours. Any further delay could mean he wouldn’t hold on, so she had to be both fast and precise.
The scalpel entered the left chest at a 45-degree angle, about two centimeters deep, reaching the pleura.
The shrapnel was exposed—and it had tiny barbs. Su Jinhui’s heart leapt again. “Do you have any baijiu?”
“Yes, yes!” The military doctor quickly pulled out a bottle of baijiu from the nearby cabinet and opened it.
Su Jinhui extended her right hand. “Pour it on my wrist, now!”
The alcohol cooled her skin and prevented hand tremors.
Even a one-millimeter error could cause the surgery to fail.
With one hand, she used a needle to separate the pericardium; with the other, she held forceps, rotating them twenty degrees clockwise to precisely clamp the shrapnel. Timing it with the end of Yan Li’an’s exhale, she lifted upward with force. The blood-soaked fragment came out smoothly and landed accurately in the enamel tray.
She didn’t dare waste a moment. Picking up gauze soaked in purslane juice, she pressed it onto the wound with exact force—enough to promote rapid capillary closure without worsening the injury.
Su Jinhui pulled out suture thread from her pocket. In the 1970s, silk and catgut sutures were commonly used, both with certain side effects—prone to infection and inflammation, and not absorbable by the human body.
Her sutures came from the space—modern, aerospace-grade material. After suturing, the wound would be flat, without a purse-string effect, and would gradually be absorbed by the body over time.
Since Yan Li’an’s wound was close to the heart, for safety’s sake, she naturally chose the modern sutures.
Although modern times used robotic arms for assistance, she often insisted on operating by hand, so her suturing technique was exceptionally skilled. What would normally take fifteen minutes, she completed in just seven.
Only when the scissors cut the final suture did the surgery truly come to an end.
The military doctor couldn’t help but applaud her. “Comrade Jinhui, you’re incredible! This is the most spectacular surgery I’ve ever seen. Did you really only practice on lab mice?”
“Um… sometimes I switched to rabbits,” Su Jinhui answered guiltily, wanting to rub her nose, but her arms were too sore to lift.
Her nerves had been under extreme tension. Once she relaxed, half her body felt numb.
The follow-up checks were handed over to the military doctors. After confirming that Yan Li’an’s vital signs were temporarily stable, they arranged for him to be transferred to the intensive care unit.
As Su Jinhui watched him being wheeled out of the operating room, her vision went black, and she collapsed to the ground…
After examination, it was determined she had fainted due to extreme mental strain, physical exhaustion, and hypoglycemia. Only then did Regiment Commander Lin feel relieved and arrange a ward for her to rest.
“Deputy Regiment Commander Yan really found himself a good wife,” Chen Kai’s expression grew darker as he couldn’t help making a sarcastic remark.
In a situation where Yan Li’an was certain to die, the outcome had been completely overturned—death turned into life!
For a moment, Chen Kai didn’t know whether to praise Su Jinhui’s ability or Yan Li’an’s sheer luck.
“Indeed. This girl has courage and strategy, daring ideas and bold action, and remarkable medical skills,” Regiment Commander Lin said, the weight lifted from his heart, full of praise for the meritorious contributor.
After returning to the unit, he truthfully reported the situation to his superiors. In addition to Comrade Yan Li’an’s heroic actions, he emphasized Su Jinhui’s deeds.
In no time, the story of Su Jinhui issuing a military oath to save her husband and creating a surgical miracle quietly spread among parts of the hospital and the mid-to-high ranks of the military.
She didn’t know how long she had slept. When she opened her eyes, her head felt heavy.
“Comrade, you’re awake?” A young nurse leaned over with eyes full of admiration. “Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? Do you need my help?”
The nurse’s enthusiasm made Su Jinhui a bit uncomfortable. She quickly waved her hand. “No need… um, how is Yan Li’an now? Has he woken up yet?”