Free Web NovelChapter 810: Chapter 810: He Fed Her by Hand
Qin Xin shook her head: "It’s different. Trust me, this feeling is completely different. The twitching of peripheral nerves is soulless, but Xiangxiang’s fingertips are full of emotion. She’s holding onto my hand, reluctant to let go. She doesn’t want to die!"
Nalan Ye Jue’s gaze grew more intense: "Are you saying she still has consciousness?"
Real human robots have long had their consciousness controlled by chips.
Their bodies only continued to grow slowly with the supply of nutrients, as their consciousness had been replaced by programs.
For those like Matthew and Xiangxiang, still able to awaken to very faint emotions that defy program settings, was already a miracle.
How could the consciousness be strong enough to linger on after death?
Nalan Ye Jue, being a researcher, found this phenomenon that defies scientific laws left him with a furrowed brow.
Qin Xin refused to give up on the last bit of hope, immediately making a phone call.
A minute later.
An ambulance screeched to a stop at the entrance of the parking lot.
A team of professionals in rescue gear rushed over, bowing ninety degrees to Qin Xin, and then carefully lifted Xiangxiang onto the vehicle, following Qin Xin’s instructions.
Qin Xin personally escorted Xiangxiang, while Nalan Ye Jue stayed right by her side, insisting on accompanying her.
Upon reaching the destination, his brows knit slightly.
Imperial Central Laboratory!
The architecture, equipment, and surroundings were all grand and imposing, completely different from ordinary hospitals and laboratories.
Only the top eight senior research elders, who have received the title of "Empire Star," at the Empire’s Advanced Research Institute, had the right to use this laboratory.
Qin Xin swiftly swiped a card and proceeded straight in.
She chose an emergency room.
Commanding the staff to place Xiangxiang on the operating table, she donned a sterile surgical gown.
Someone respectfully handed her a set of surgical equipment.
Nalan Ye Jue glanced lightly at it, it was the same set, her exclusive gear, engraved with the letter Q.
"Get me an artificial heart and an artificial lung," she instructed.
The staff obeyed, seemingly unperturbed, taking her orders without question.
Nalan Ye Jue, however, raised an eyebrow.
An artificial lung costs hundreds of thousands, and an artificial heart is even more expensive. Such devices for temporarily maintaining the extracorporeal circulation of human organs are not only expensive but also rare on the market, not something just anyone can use, even in large hospitals.
Yet she uses them as she pleases.
The young mistress’s ability to mobilize resources was far beyond what he imagined.
Soon.
Everything Qin Xin needed was prepared by the staff.
She began to clean around Xiangxiang’s ruptured heart.
The chest injuries were severe, with flesh and blood in chaos.
She patiently cleaned up, tidying the major blood vessels first, connecting them to the artificial heart to maintain blood circulation.
Then she cleared the lungs.
Next were the other damaged organs.
As the blood began to flow again, the respiratory system restarted, and the body’s functions gradually revived, Xiangxiang’s body temperature slowly returned to normal.
Qin Xin breathed a sigh of relief and began clearing Xiangxiang’s head.
The girl’s thick long hair was almost entirely scorched, Qin Xin carefully shaved it clean, then swiftly stitched up the areas on the head cut by fragments of the car engine.
Fortunately, her facial features were intact, but the large areas of burned skin needed treatment.
Among all surgeries, burns are among the most labor-intensive.
Thus, Qin Xin stood at the operating table, fully focused, personally performing a surgery on Xiangxiang that lasted nearly ten hours.
Nalan Ye Jue stayed tenderly beside her, knowing that persuading her would not stop her, he could only occasionally hand her a cup of warm tea, letting her drink a bit through a straw.
He also cut snacks into small pieces, feeding her by hand.
Qin Xin took a moment to glare at him: "What you’re doing is against surgical protocol, you can’t eat or drink in the operating room."
He responded nonchalantly: "Mm. Eat first, we’ll talk about it later."
