The next day.
At eight in the morning, Qin He got up and went to Gu Qishen's ward.
Professor Qin He harlana's identity had now been exposed.
Shen Bin, no longer as guarded as before, brought several senior doctors from the hospital, just in case any situation arose during the surgery.
As they entered Gu Qishen's ward, Gu Qishen was already waiting quietly by the bedside. He already knew that Qin He had increased the success rate to fifty-one percent.
But fifty-one percent was simply—
A number that made one feel anything was possible.
It was a number worth trying, but the more it was worth trying, the more nervous and uneasy one felt.
In the ward, Madam Gu and Gu Ranran were sitting there, extremely nervous, their clasped hands trembling slightly.
If this surgery failed, Gu Qishen would become a cripple.
Qin He looked at Gu Qishen and took a deep breath inwardly. She had been giving herself psychological counseling since last night.
Constantly telling herself that she could definitely complete Gu Qishen's surgery!
One must remain calm when facing surgery!
But looking at Gu Qishen sitting by the bedside, Qin He's hands still trembled uncontrollably.
Madam Gu, seeing Qin He's appearance, became even more worried: "Qin He, can you do it?"
"Don't worry, it's fine."
Gu Qishen was wheeled onto the surgical trolley, and the group entered the operating room.
The operating room door closed, separating Madam Gu and Gu Ranran. Just before the door closed, Qin He couldn't bear to see Madam Gu's anxiety and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely cure him."
She had already put on her surgical gown, her long black hair tied up in a bun and hidden under her surgical cap.
Qin He stood before the operating table, looking at Gu Qishen.
Gu Qishen gave her a smile: "It's okay, don't be nervous."
"I'm not nervous," Qin He said softly, as the anesthesiologist injected the anesthetic.
Qin He stood by Gu Qishen's side, her voice gentle: "Sleep, you'll be fine after a nap."
As Gu Qishen's eyes slowly closed, Qin He's breathing became heavier.
Shen Bin stood beside her, looking at her with some concern: "Miss Qin, why don't I perform the surgery this time?"
"No, I personally revised this plan. There are many subtle points during the surgery, and I can't explain them to you in a short time."
Qin He took a deep breath and turned to look at the trolley where the surgical instruments were placed.
Qin He placed her hands on it and slapped it forcefully a few times. She controlled the force well, and the pain instantly calmed her down.
Qin He gritted her teeth and asked the nurse to help her put on gloves.
She picked up the scalpel, her voice hoarse: "Let's begin!"
Gu Qishen's leg, due to the explosion, had injured tendons, bones, and some very fine nerves.
The complexity of the surgery was unprecedented. Shen Bin, as Qin He's assistant, was sweating cold sweat just watching.
With such an injury, if Qin He hadn't personally intervened, he wouldn't have had the confidence to perform the surgery.
It was just that the subtle parts were too mentally taxing.
Qin He continuously changed surgical instruments, setting bones, resuturing the tendon points, and also the very fine nerves and some damaged blood vessels.
She was completely focused, almost as if she were pouring her entire soul into this surgery.
Shen Bin, being older, even though willing, was ultimately physically exhausted. A senior surgeon was brought in to assist Qin He.
Time ticked by, and the nurses who wiped her sweat looked at Qin He with admiration.
The doctors in the room, having recovered from the shock of the surgical precision, looked at Qin He, who was still operating, with sincere respect.
Professor harlana was not an empty title, but a testament to her actual surgical skills, extraordinary resilience, and endurance!
Outside the operating room, day turned into night.
Gu Ranran and Madam Gu remained in a state of tension, almost numb.
Yu Jing brought water and offered it to them.
"Madam, Miss, have some water."
"No, thank you," Madam Gu's voice trembled. "Qin He has been operating for nearly ten hours now. Do surgeries usually take that long?"
She had never heard of such a long surgery. "Could it be that Qishen's condition is not good?"
Yu Jing looked at the operating room door, his hands clenched tightly.
"I heard Dean Shen say before that if Miss Qin cannot cure Mr. Gu, then no one in the world can."
Gu Ranran looked up, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, her voice hoarse: "But the success rate was only fifty-one percent."
Under the worried gaze of the three, the operating room door did not open until deep into the night. Madam Gu was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
"What if Qishen is in trouble, and the hospital is afraid of taking responsibility, so they won't open the door?"
Yu Jing had to persuade Madam Gu, who had lost her reason: "Madam, please calm down, it won't be like that. Mr. Gu's leg injury is very complex, and Miss Qin needs to spend more time."
At 2:10 AM, Qin He finished the final suturing.
Shen Bin stood up excitedly beside her: "The surgery is over."
Qin He pursed her lips, her face pale. Her eyes were bloodshot. The prolonged concentration had her heart in her throat, unable to fall.
Staring at the sutured skin, Qin He confirmed that the surgery was complete.
The moment she confirmed it, her focus seemed to freeze. She stood before Gu Qishen holding the scalpel for more than ten seconds, until a nurse beside her called out to her.
"Miss Qin, is the surgery over?"
"Yes."
Qin He turned slightly, intending to place the scalpel back on the instrument tray, but before she could, her hand loosened.
The scalpel fell to the floor with a clatter, and Qin He collapsed straight down.
The incident happened so suddenly that no one around had time to catch her. She fell onto the surgical cart, which tipped over with a loud crash, scattering surgical instruments everywhere.
Those nearby quickly went to help Qin He.
The nurse was startled: "What's wrong with Miss Qin! Is she having a sudden illness?"
Shen Bin stepped forward, checked Qin He's breathing, and felt her pulse: "She's fine, she's just extremely exhausted mentally."
The operating room door finally opened.
Madam Gu saw Gu Qishen being pushed out and immediately went up to Shen Bin, who was beside the surgical cart: "Dean Shen, how is Qishen's leg?"
Shen Bin removed his mask, his face full of fatigue: "The surgery is complete. As for the follow-up, we will have to see how he recovers."
"What do you mean?"
Madam Gu asked.
Shen Bin patiently explained: "The success rate was fifty-one percent, but that is the result after a successful surgery. If he recovers afterwards, it will be a success. If he cannot recover, the worst outcome will still be unavoidable."