Seeing a group of nurses providing "health care services" for Song Che, Pan Xicheng didn't feel that Song Che was taking the opportunity to enjoy the benefits.

He knew very well that Song Che's physical and mental fatigue at this moment was absolutely unconventional!

You know, this is a fourteen-hour continuous high-intensity surgery!

I was nervous for fourteen hours in a row.

Fourteen hours of physical movement.

The brain runs for fourteen hours in a row.

Not to mention ordinary people, it is already quite difficult to change the experts who just left and let them hold on for six hours!

Pan Xicheng was just watching in the observation area, feeling frightened for the victimized doctor Liang Yan, while also being worried for Song Che!

Fearing that before the person was saved, Song Che fell under the operating table with a tilted head!

And now, Song Che was lying limply on the ground, so tired that he was only breathing heavily...

"Xiao Song, how are you?" Pan Xicheng also hurriedly squatted down and said with concern: "Do you want to give me some fluid to replenish it?"

With all the fatigue, Pan Xicheng almost forgot that Song Che had survived the past fourteen hours without eating or drinking. He felt so distressed.

Song Che stumbled on his lips and only spit out one word: "...water."

"The water is coming!"

A nurse brought a glass of warm water and tried to pick up Song Che's head and feed him water himself.

As a result, Song Che reached out and grabbed the water cup, raised his head slightly, and poured a glass of water into his mouth.

"Ahem..."

After choking for a few sips, Song Che wiped the corner of his mouth, recovered some strength slightly, and looked around the other sitting anesthesia around him. The doctor said, "Just make some porridge for me, take care of others as well... By the way, I will report a prescription, and you can immediately let the Chinese pharmacy get it out overnight."

"Okay, you said."

Pan Xicheng quickly took out paper and pen and wrote down the prescription.

"After boiling, immediately send it to Dr. Liang Yan through the gastric tube. Remember, the amount should not be too high at the beginning. To be safe, first ten milliliters, and every hour, add five milliliters..."

After Song Che finished giving instructions, he let out a long sigh and murmured: "Next, it depends on Dr. Liang Yan's own luck."

"I understand, you and everyone have tried their best." Pan Xicheng nodded repeatedly, and then told an assistant to hurry up and boil the medicine.

He also notified the kitchen to prepare food. Pan Xicheng looked at Song Che, and seemed to be reluctant to speak but stopped.

Song Che realized that a smile appeared on his tired face and said, "Is it the police who want to find me?"

Pan Xicheng was stunned.

Song Che said to himself: "I beat the bastard up and kicked him into pieces. Legal responsibilities must be pursued."

"...You knew everything at the beginning?" Pan Xicheng said in surprise.

"If I said, I did it on purpose, do you believe it?" Song Che asked back.

Pan Xicheng was speechless.

Given Song Che's medical skills that are so wonderful that he really hurts someone on purpose, he can indeed hurt the other party to an "ideal level" based on his own will!

However, this "ideal level" is really uncomprehensible to Pan Xicheng and others!

What are the benefits of hurting someone?

Just to expose your anger?

"I'm just trying to vent my anger."

Song Che said with confidence: "He poked so many fatal injuries on an innocent doctor with a knife. It's cheap enough for me to break his spleen."
Chapter completed!