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Something suddenly popped into Gu Lin's mind.

In his previous life, he had seen a similar case in a very obscure anatomical text.

In a very small number of patients with tumors on the posterior wall of the stomach, abnormal communicating branches may be present.

Once a tumor invades the skin, the bleeding rate can be extremely rapid, and the location is often very deep, making it difficult to suppress with normal methods.

"director."

Gu Lin spoke quickly, but every word was clear.

"The posterior wall communicating branch is abnormal, and the blood spot may be behind the upper border of the pancreas."

Lin Hanchuan was peeling away the necrotic tissue. He didn't speak because he also realized that the bleeding was coming in the wrong direction.

The problem is that the location is too deep; under normal circumstances, it cannot be directly exposed.

The numbers on the monitor are still dropping, 46, 44...

Even the anesthesiologist's voice changed.

"Director, Director! The patient is dying, their blood pressure is dropping drastically..."

Just then, Gu Lin suddenly reached out.

"Give me a long, wet strip of yarn."

The moment the gauze was delivered, he bypassed the back wall of his stomach.

Then, with a flick of the wrist, the wet, long strip of yarn pierced through the narrow gap and into the dead corner behind.

The next second, Gu Lin suddenly lifted upwards, instantly suspending the entire posterior wall of his stomach.

The area that was originally completely hidden deep inside was suddenly exposed.

The instant the operating light shone in, a jet of blood suddenly appeared!

"There it is!"

Song Zhe couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "It really is a mutated blood vessel!"

The bleeding angle was extremely tricky; it was completely invisible with normal traction.

If Gu Lin hadn't discovered the bleeding point, the patient would have gone into hemorrhagic shock in less than two minutes.

The scrub nurse had already handed over the hemostat. Lin Hanchuan took the hemostat and then pressed it down sharply, stopping the bleeding.

In less than five seconds, the blood pressure on the monitor finally stopped dropping.

The anesthesiologist stared intently at the monitor, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"Your blood pressure is rising."

"56, 62, 68..."

Song Zhe stood to the side, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

The operation just now was not the conventional exposure method from the textbook, but rather a method of using yarn strips to suspend the equipment in the opposite direction and forcibly open up the deep traffic gaps.

This is something that no one teaches you, and many people wouldn't even think of it.

Song Zhe looked at Gu Lin with bright eyes and declared that Gu Lin would be his older brother from now on!

Lin Hanchuan looked down at the bleeding point that was pinched, and after a few seconds, he suddenly spoke.

"Who taught you that?"

Gu Lin didn't stop what he was doing; he blinked.

"I had just seen a similar video before, so... I gave it a try."

Song Zhe: "..."

Want to give it a try?

You almost brought a dead person back to life!

In that situation, if Gu Lin hadn't forcibly pulled the surgical field out, the patient might have already died.

Before the surgery was over, just as Lin Hanchuan was about to continue treating the lesion, the monitor waveform suddenly started jumping erratically again.

Gu Lin glanced down at the patient's condition, and a few seconds later, his gaze suddenly stopped deep in the surgical field.

There was also a small patch of dark red tissue there.

The color is wrong, and the position is wrong too.

"There's another bleeding point here."

That one mutated tractor was already outrageous enough, but now there's a second bleeding point?!

And the most critical problem now is that the patient is about to collapse.

My blood pressure had just started to rise a little when it began to drop again.

Lin Hanchuan's gaze quickly swept across the surgical field, but the abdominal cavity was filled with blood, making it impossible to see clearly.

Gu Lin stretched out his hand and looked at the equipment opposite him.

"Attract me."

The scrub nurse handed it over instinctively.

The next second, Gu Lin inserted the suction device directly into the narrow gap between the posterior wall of the stomach and the pancreas, his movements were incredibly fast.

"Brother Gu, what are you looking for?"

Song Zhe stood to the side, his gaze following Gu Lin's every move.

That spot is so dangerous that even a normal person wouldn't dare to touch it, let alone operate it.

He had barely finished speaking when Gu Lin's wrist suddenly stopped, and then...

"Sizzle—!"

A large amount of bright red blood gushed out of the suction device!

Found it, the second bleeding point!

The bleeding point was hidden very deep; under normal circumstances, no one would dare to probe it directly.

Even a slight deviation could directly tear the tissue behind the pancreas.

Gu Lin, however, seemed to know the route in advance, and the suction device followed the gap all the way in with terrifying precision.

Lin Hanchuan frowned and spoke.

"Hemorrhage in the retropancreatic space?"

Gu Lin nodded.

"The tumor on the posterior wall of the stomach has invaded the small branches behind it. We just clamped the main bleeding point, and there is still a leak here."

Song Zhe glanced at the monitor.

Blood pressure 46

At this blood pressure, many patients could experience cardiac arrest at any moment.

Song Zhe's forehead was covered in sweat because now the biggest problem had arrived.

The bleeding point was found, but it was too deep for the hemostat to fit.

Moreover, that area is close to the pancreas, and if not handled properly, even if the patient survives, there is a risk of pancreatic leakage.

"Give me Line 4."

Song Zhe looked at Gu Lin and was stunned for a moment.

"You want it sewn?"

"Um."

"How do you sew it at that angle?!"

Looking at that angle, Song Zhe felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

It wasn't that he didn't trust Gu Lin, but the space was too narrow; even normal instruments had difficulty getting in, let alone suturing.

Gu Lin had already reached out and taken the needle holder. The next second, he leaned forward slightly.

With the yarn continuously suspended in his left hand, he inserted the needle into the extremely narrow back gap with his right hand, the whole movement was frighteningly steady.

Song Zhe subconsciously held his breath because at that angle, there was almost no room to maneuver, yet Gu Lin actually managed to force the needle in.

The first needle was inserted, precisely piercing the tissue on both sides of the bleeding point.

Then, the yarn is wound in the opposite direction and tightened, the whole action is completed in one go.

The next second, the gushing blood stopped abruptly, as if a valve had been turned off.

The anesthesiologist immediately looked up to check the monitoring data.

"Your blood pressure is 64."

Lin Hanchuan looked at Gu Lin with a complicated expression.

Many deputy directors wouldn't dare to insert a needle into that spot, but Gu Lin not only stitched it up, but also stopped the bleeding with a single stitch.

He stared at the bleeding point that had been completely suppressed and remained silent for several seconds for the first time.

Gu Lin didn't stop. He glanced down at the surrounding organization and continued speaking.

"There's still blood seeping through the gauze."

He reached out and pressed down on the surrounding tissues, his movements so calm that it was not like he was experiencing such a near-death experience for the first time. He then administered two more injections to reinforce the area.

He only released his grip when the bleeding in the entire posterior space had completely stopped.

Just as the last needle tightened, the numbers on the monitor finally stabilized.

Blood pressure: 82/51.

Heart rate: 104.

Blood oxygen levels also returned to above 90.

The anesthesiologist leaned against the machine and let out a long sigh.

"It's back, it's really back."

Just as everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, Lin Hanchuan finally spoke.

"Who taught you this sewing technique?"