Chapter 684: Angiography and Pulse Image!

After Chen Guangbai and Wang Qishan finished their rapid pulse diagnosis, they looked at each other and both shook their heads.

Wang Qishan spoke with a hesitant tone: "Doctor Chen, Dean Chen's pulse is fading; he must have self-administered acupuncture to stimulate it."

Although Chen Guangbai hasn't practiced as a doctor for a long time, his Traditional Chinese Medicine skills haven't deteriorated; the pulse image Wang Qishan could discern, he could equally discern.

Chen Guangbai is Chen Song's son and also a Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner; he knows the despair of this kind of "pulse image." Previously, Wang Qishan had already prescribed for Chen Song, yet still failed to reverse the shrimp-swimming pulse image into other disease pulse images.

In Traditional Chinese Medicine, this belongs to an incurable condition.

"Professor Li, Professor Fang, I'm begging you!" Chen Guangbai could only try a desperate remedy at this moment.

It's not that Chen Guangbai doesn't want to believe in Traditional Chinese Medicine's rescue; it's because he respects Traditional Chinese Medicine that he made the decision to let Fang Ziye and the others take action.

Traditional Chinese Medicine must respect the classics—

A dying pulse cannot be defied!

"Push to the Angiography Room!" Li Yongjun said quickly.

"Professor Tan, trouble you to maintain vital signs at all times."

"Draw blood! Prepare EMCO!" Tan Mengbai shouted loudly, swiftly pushing Chen Song into the operating room.

Even though Chen Song's current condition isn't quite right, Tan Mengbai still believes in the theory he learned; his previous examination showed nothing special, even if it's a sudden myocardial infarction now, it can still be treated in time!

Other myocardial infarction patients sent from home to the hospital still have a chance; Chen Song is right in the Yangyuan, only a two-minute distance from the operating room, there's no reason he can't be saved!

The Traditional Chinese Medicine Yangyuan's doors were thrown wide open, a group of people rushed Chen Song toward the operating room direction at high speed.

Choosing Traditional Chinese Medicine treatment, prescribing for Chen Song and having him take it, already respected Chen Song's will, but Chen Guangbai wouldn't watch his own father die just to insist Traditional Chinese Medicine is more excellent than Modern Medicine.

While walking briskly, Li Yongjun grabbed Fang Ziye's arm: "Professor Fang, you and Mingxian have nimbler hands and feet; later for the DSA, you two assist the primary operator!"

"Good!" At this moment, Fang Ziye had no affected sentimentality.

Even if Li Yongjun hadn't proposed it, he would have found a way to stand on the operating table; Fang Ziye's current identity also qualifies him to raise this matter—

Everyone sprang into action, except Chen Xixian.

She silently withdrew from the Consultation Room, arms crossed over her chest, silently praying for Chen Song; besides praying and decocting medicine for Chen Song, she could contribute nothing else.

Crying is the most useless thing right now; she began to recall and reminisce about the past, because both her Grandpa and her own father's medical skills were very high, they had once determined countless people's life and death, now when it's their turn to determine their own life and death, it shouldn't be unexpected.

But Chen Xixian also hopes an accident occurs…

"Grandpa, please forgive my selfishness, although Grandma wants you to stay even more than I do…" Chen Xixian in a long skirt blended into the ginkgo fallen leaves, wind rolled up the fallen leaves, rolled up her skirt hem, rolled up water droplets, tears mingling.

—

The Angiography Room's Shadowless Lamp projected Fang Ziye's figure onto the DSA Screen.

Fang Ziye wore a Lead Protective Cap, the Lead Protective Skirt rubbing against his knees making a soft rustling sound.

Nie Mingxian stood beside him, adjusting the Seldinger puncture kit.

On the table lay Terumo's 5F Catheter Sheath and matching Puncture Needle.

"Contrast Agent ready." Nie Mingxian handed over the Iodoproamine 370 Syringe, tone carrying a hint of probing, "4mg/kg."

"Inject." Fang Ziye nodded, after instructing his gaze fell on the DSA Screen.

Chen Song's lower limb venous angiography images had completed preliminary acquisition. His fingers slid rapidly on the touchscreen, magnifying the Popliteal Vein region.

The image showed smooth venous intima, uniform blood flow signal.

Fang Ziye then looked toward the radial artery course…

"Strange." Fang Ziye murmured, "According to Dean Chen's description, thrombus traces should be findable."

Nie Mingxian frowned: "The stair-step tremor Dean Chen mentioned, could it be an illusion caused by abnormal vascular wall elasticity?"

"Can't rule out this possibility." Fang Ziye said, advancing the Catheter Sheath along the femoral vein. Seldinger technique demands extremely high skill; the slightest carelessness could cause vascular perforation.

Fang Ziye held his breath, sensing the resistance changes of the Catheter inside the vessel.

"Needle entry angle 30 degrees, moderate force." He reminded himself in a low voice, also reminding Nie Mingxian to supervise him.

After the Catheter Sheath was smoothly placed, Iodoproamine was slowly injected again.

The Contrast Agent formed a clear white streamline inside the vessel. Fang Ziye stared at the Screen, brows furrowing tighter.

"Here!" He suddenly pointed at a tiny area of the Popliteal Vein, "Blood flow signal shows a slight stagnation here."

Nie Mingxian leaned closer to look: "Indeed abnormal. But this stagnation point is too small, almost negligible."

"Precisely this kind of minute abnormality is most dangerous." Fang Ziye explained, "If a thrombus forms at this position, once it dislodges it could trigger fatal pulmonary embolism."

Just as he prepared to further expand the angiography scope, urgent footsteps came from outside the Door.

"Doctor Fang! Professor Wang and them have arrived." The Nurse reminded softly.

Fang Ziye turned his head to look, only to see Wang Qishan leading several Professors from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Group walking in.

"Professor Wang." Fang Ziye didn't turn back.

Wang Qishan didn't respond to the greeting, walking straight to the DSA Screen: "Let me see."

His gaze lingered on the Screen for a few seconds, then turned to Fang Ziye: "What problem can the angiography results explain?"

"According to Modern Medicine standards, no obvious thrombus was found in Dean Chen's lower limb veins." Fang Ziye answered truthfully, "But based on his pulse image characteristics and Clinical Presentation, we suspect possible occult thrombus."

"Occult thrombus?" Wang Qishan and the others instantly furrowed their brows.

"Then Dean Chen's current coma is?"

Fang Ziye shook his head, Tan Mengbai also shook his head, Li Yongjun even more shook his head, Cardiology Professor Yang also shook his head.

According to Modern Medicine theory, Chen Song shouldn't have symptoms right now.

It's you Traditional Chinese Medicine people who say he's in a dying stage.

But now, inside Chen Song's body, there still aren't special 'signs', such as arterial embolism, pulmonary embolism, etc.

Nie Mingxian's curly hair burst a few strands from the Sterile Cap edge, the Lead Apron's shoulder strap dug red marks into his neck.

The sound of Mint Candy crunching between teeth, mixed with the Intervention Preparation Room disinfection machine's hum, played a strange prelude.

Fang Ziye didn't even know Nie Mingxian had this little hobby: that under super-extreme nervousness, he likes to eat something mint-flavored to refresh himself.

"Bet or not?" Nie Mingxian suddenly turned, the hem of his lead apron sweeping across the instrument table.

Nie Mingxian's three words omitted a great deal of content.

Fang Ziye also dared not answer on his own, because this was Chen Song, and he also dared not casually use "bet or not" to face him...

Group Leader Wang walked to Chen Song's bedside and began the traditional Three-Part Nine-Candidate pulse diagnosis method.

He placed his right hand on Chen Song's wrist, his left hand on the opposite cun position.

Chen Song's eyes were tightly closed, his breathing even.

"The cun pulse is floating and choppy, the guan pulse is deep and slow, the chi pulse is faint and scattered." Group Leader Wang said slowly, "This is precisely the 'Lou Lou Pulse' recorded in the *Pulse Classic*."

"Lou Lou Pulse?" Fang Ziye couldn't help but interject, "I remember this pulse sign usually portends severe visceral damage."

Just now someone had given him a popular-science explanation of the Lou Lou Pulse.

But the pulse sign when someone else took Chen Song's pulse before was 'Shrimp Swimming'! ~

Group Leader Wang gave Fang Ziye a meaningful look, "It likewise portends life hanging by a thread."

Fang Ziye's heart tightened. He looked back at the DSA screen; the contrast agent's flow lines were still smooth and steady.

This made him even more confused: why would two completely different diagnostic methods reach such different conclusions?

Group Leader Wang turned to Chen Guangbai, "Doctor Chen, the acupuncture Dean Chen performed on himself earlier may have reversed a portion of the Qi mechanism. Shrimp Swimming means the heart meridian is severed; Lou Lou means the viscera are severed."

"But this is strange." Group Leader Wang seemed lost in thought, "According to ancient texts, the 'Lou Lou Pulse' is often accompanied by severe obstruction of Qi and blood circulation. Yet your modern medical indicators are all completely normal right now."

"Bet or not?" Nie Mingxian asked again at this moment; he only looked at Fang Ziye.

Hearing Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian's riddles for the second time, Chen Guangbai couldn't hold back: "What are you two betting on?"

Fang Ziye shot Nie Mingxian a fierce glare, and could only quickly explain: "An immature-system organ microcirculation instrument! ~"

"Doctor Chen, this circulation instrument is currently only in the theoretical research stage; it hasn't even formally begun in animals. It can only serve as a last-ditch Hail Mary."

"However we may need to do some preliminary non-invasive preparation; otherwise when the time truly comes to use it, even wanting to play the miracle doctor won't be enough! ~"

"Do it! ~" Chen Guangbai had not the slightest doubt about Fang Ziye.

Not merely believing in Fang Ziye's ability, but also believing in Fang Ziye's character; Fang Ziye never greedily rushed for credit. What he planned to develop surely had some clues, and only when the theoretical groundwork was laid would he begin.

At the true brink of life and death, one more preparation means one more layer of insurance.

Fang Ziye didn't raise his head; his fingertips swiped the vascular 3D reconstruction on the tablet, blue light flowing across his lenses: "Perforator retention rate below 60%, you cover Orthopedics night shifts for the next three months."

The moment the lead door slid open, the smell of iodophor surged like a tide. Luo Tingzhu was adjusting the sedation pump, "Patient pressed Taixuan point on his own before entering."

She connected the Bis module to the mainframe, "Baseline 47, 15% lower than routine."

Ginkgo leaf debris from the rooftop clung to the soles of Chen Song's cloth shoes, casting mottled dark shadows on the interventional bed...

Seeing Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian had already gone to prepare, Chen Guangbai looked at Group Leader Wang and the others: "Professors, let us begin as well."

"Right now my father has not yet reached the true brink of life and death; his pulse sign is still changing. We will continue according to his dying wish, recording his pulse sign."

Chen Guangbai was nearly fifty; at this moment his voice was hoarse, his gaze hollow like a man on his last legs.

If we speak of conventional filial piety, Chen Guangbai right now cancelling all "experiments" and letting the old man pass peacefully would be the greatest filial piety.

If we speak of unfilial piety, his words right now cause the two words "filial piety" he prides himself on to collapse; his own father still walked into this extreme ordeal.

Testing the pulse with his own body!

Moxa smoke condensed into a green snake shape on the bronze censer in Group Leader Wang's hand; the Twelve Meridian Chart trembled slightly in the airflow.

At this moment what Chen Song was undergoing was merely interventional angiography, a minimally invasive surgery.

Therefore, bringing moxa smoke and the bronze censer into the operating room did not count as too much of a violation or contamination. Besides, there were many spare operating rooms; even if this one was contaminated, there were replacements, they could do as they pleased.

When the old Chinese doctor held a three-edged needle and incised the skin on Chen Song's dorsum of foot, dark red blood beads actually arranged themselves in a string along the meridian pathway. "Dorsalis Pedis Pulse severed!"

The old Chinese doctor's voice was like sandpaper polishing bronze: "Stomach Meridian Qi has been severed; we must use ginger-separated moxibustion to urgently unblock the Fu Qi."

Chen Guangbai's white coat pocket suddenly buzzed — the acupoint resistance early warning device, the lifelong work of him and Chen Song.

When the detection pen touched the patient's heart zone of the cymba conchae, the LCD screen value soared to 140 kW.

Human body resistance values are relatively large, usually ranging between a few thousand to a few hundred thousand ohms. Resistance values differ across body parts; for example, the chest is higher than the arm, the palm and sole are lower than the arm.

Chen Guangbai read the film, and immediately marked out a patchy high-resistance zone on the tablet—

Chen Guangbai remembered when he inspected the company research area, he personally witnessed an isolated heart perfusion experiment — when coronary artery resistance reached equivalent values, myocardial cells began dying off in batches.

"Get out of the way!" Deng Huai's furious shout startled the sparrows outside the window.

The Attack Evil School heir's five fingers formed a claw and struck Chen Song's chest and abdomen; the hollow jar resonance of the Repeat point reverberated in the consultation room...

These methods looked like heavenly script to Fang Ziye, yet he did not move to refuse.

The Chinese medicine masters who could enter here were all top-tier experts who had founded their own schools; their actions had their own reasoning.

"Can we combine modern medical technical means to further verify?" Chen Guangbai proposed.

Fang Ziye's hand gripping the control stick suddenly froze.

On the enhanced image, the micro-thrombus distribution in the gastrocnemius venous plexus resembled a meticulously designed circuit board — every branch precisely avoided the perforator veins.

Nie Mingxian's glove unintentionally tapped a crisp sound on the lead glass: "Look at this neovascular capillary network!"

The tactile sensation of the guidewire advancing inside the vessel fed back through the manipulation lever to his palm; Fang Ziye suddenly recalled the ladder-like tremor he had palpated. The moment the Watchman occluder deployed, the thrombus actually retracted like a living thing into the trabeculae carneae gaps.

"Damn!" He switched to intravascular ultrasound mode; the acoustic probe captured a needle-shaped high-echo core in the thrombus — precisely the Zusanli acupoint stimulation needle Chen Guangbai had implanted.

"Switch to catheter-contact thrombolysis!" Fang Ziye advanced the microcatheter close to the thrombus; rt-PA sprayed in pulsed jets. Luo Tingzhu's voice suddenly pierced his earpiece: "ACT 280 seconds, halve the thrombolytic dose!"

He glanced at the coagulation curve on the monitor screen — D-dimer values were spiking at a rate of 500 mg/L per minute.

Fang Ziye complied upon hearing this.

However, after Fang Ziye followed the medical order, Anesthesiology's Tan Mengbai and Vascular Surgery's Professor Li Yongjun, in order to "protect" Luo Tingzhu, each repeated what Luo Tingzhu had just said.

This meant the medical order was issued by the two of them.

Fang Ziye hurriedly looked up: "Doctor Chen, needling the acupoint will affect thrombus formation! ~"

Chen Guangbai also saw the expressions and reactions of Fang Ziye and the others, but did not answer; instead he looked at Fang Ziye and said: "Record the data well."

Immediately after, Chen Guangbai, eyes red, began discussing with Group Leader Wang and the others how to start stimulating Chen Song's acupoints...

"How are the electrolyte levels?" Tan Mengbai asked Luo Tingzhu.

Chen Song's blood was under constant monitoring, handled by dedicated personnel performing real-time minimal testing, able to feed back to the system in front of Luo Tingzhu at the first time.

As a Life Guardian, Tan Mengbai didn't even need to look at the computer screen, requiring Luo Tingzhu and two other Anesthesiology Department professors to report specific data at any time.

"Temporarily nothing special, blood potassium slightly high, but still within the normal value range!" A middle-aged professor's voice was faster than Luo Tingzhu's.

"Pay attention to blood pressure, continue colloid fluid infusion." Tan Mengbai said.

"Contact the Blood Bank, verify reserve blood, in case of need, must be sent into the operating room at the first time."

After a round of discussion, it was decided to conduct acupuncture intervention at Chen Song's Neiguan point. Chen Guangbai volunteered: "I'll perform the operation."

He proficiently disinfected and inserted the needle. The moment the needle tip touched the skin, Chen Song felt a slight numbness.

Fang Ziye closely observed the DSA screen from the side.

The contrast agent flow lines remained stable, but his gaze was drawn to Chen Song's wrist.

As the acupuncture proceeded, Chen Song's radial artery tremor seemed to become more obvious.

"The ladder tremor has intensified!" Fang Ziye suddenly shouted.

Everyone froze.

Group Leader Wang hurriedly re-examined the pulse: "Indeed so! After acupuncture stimulation the pulse image has become clearer."

Just then, the DSA screen suddenly flickered. The contrast agent flow lines in the popliteal vein area showed a trace of abnormal fluctuation.

"Blood flow signal shows a brief stagnation!" Nie Mingxian exclaimed.

Fang Ziye quickly pulled up the real-time image: "This stagnation point is even more obvious than before!"

"It appears acupuncture stimulation indeed affected hemodynamics." Group Leader Wang thoughtfully, "This shows Traditional Chinese Medicine theory is not empty words."

After Group Leader Wang finished speaking, he noticed another detail no one else had noticed: "Doctor Fang, you didn't take the pulse, how did you know the radial artery tremor intensified?"

"Felt it." Fang Ziye had been holding the catheter the whole time, his voice clear and bright when he spoke.

Hearing this, Professor Li Yongjun added: "Professor Wang, Xiao Fang's physical examination skills have reached the minute and subtle, he can feel the aorta's pulsation inside even through the belly skin."

"This is real skill, can't be envied!"

Li Yongjun wasn't mythologizing Fang Ziye; Fang Ziye could indeed do it, and all of this was based on Modern Medicine's basic principles, absolutely not some trickery.

When blood rushes and washes the vessels, it produces vascular pulsation.

Just as Fang Ziye and the others looked at each other, next door.

Chen Guangbai unfolded the sterile pack on the Laminar Flow Operating Table, 1ml Insulin Syringe drew Low Molecular Weight Heparin Sodium (4100axaiu).

Seeing this, Fang Ziye's eyeballs violently shrank, and he immediately burst into coarse curses without hesitation: "What are you doing?"

Immediately after, Fang Ziye disregarded any sterile principle, directly grabbing Chen Guangbai's wrist with one hand, five fingers like pincers!

"Give the medicine!"

"Let go!" Chen Guangbai said.

"You're talking nonsense!"

"The person lying there is your father! You use his body to test drugs?"

"The state expressly prohibits live experiments!" Fang Ziye cursed violently.

If Chen Song needling himself made Fang Ziye feel a bit fucked up, then Chen Guangbai injecting drugs into Chen Song now trying to prove something was challenging Fang Ziye's absolute worldview.

"Can you absolutely guarantee my father will live?" Chen Guangbai didn't raise his tone, but asked very calmly.

The strength in Fang Ziye's hand gradually loosened.

Chen Guangbai continued: "Fang Ziye, you saw before too, said my father was healthy, didn't look like he'd have any accident!"

Fang Ziye swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Drugs must go through animal trials first!"

"Non-human, meridians differ from humans!"

"Animal experiments just don't apply to our Traditional Chinese Medicine!" Chen Guangbai said.

"Let go!" Chen Guangbai's voice carried a tremble.

He knew what he had to do.

He didn't dare initiate, but Chen Song started it, so he had to carry it on.

Even if this data can't see the light of day, he still had to really know whether TCM meridian point injection, Chinese medicine, etc., would produce certain effects on the human body.

Whether these effects are considerable.

Because Chen Song had already pushed himself to this step.

The current Chen Song, still life and death uncertain.

At least in Chen Guangbai's own vision, he had already found the geomantic treasure land for Chen Song's coffin wood, burial clothes, and burial.

Fang Ziye let go of Chen Guangbai, then silently stepped back, cursing in a low voice: "Madmen, a bunch of madmen, a whole family of madmen."

When the needle tip pierced the Hegu point, his fingers trembled lightly on the skin surface searching for the optimal entry point.

"Depth 6mm, injection speed 0.1ml/15 seconds." He whispered to the recorder, the LCD screen showing the patient's APTT value beginning to drop.

Lan Minnong rushed in carrying the freshly centrifuged Taohong Siwu Decoction, HPLC test report stuck on the medicine bag: "Hydroxysafflor Yellow A concentration 0.18mg/ml, reached anti-platelet aggregation threshold."

In the monitoring room next door, Dong Zhi was debugging the Electronic Moxibustion Device.

Infrared thermal imaging showed Guanyuan point local temperature stable at 42.3c, his motion adjusting the moxa head angle like debugging a precision optical instrument. "Saffron Glycoside - concentration up to standard."

He adjusted the nasal feeding pump flow rate to 20ml/h, "Gastrointestinal peristalsis wave synchronized with drug administration wave."

Fang Ziye, Li Yongjun and the others watched with wooden expressions as a group of madmen messed around there, and could only do their best with their own capabilities to keep Chen Song's vital signs stable, cooperating with them to record some Modern Medicine data.

Perhaps only now did Fang Ziye realize just how crazy Chen Song and them were for the development of TCM.

Testing drugs on themselves, testing death on themselves!

Perhaps Chen Guangbai was right — current medicine forbids live human experimentation, so the leap from animal trials to human trials simply does not apply to Traditional Chinese Medicine.

The meridians and viscera of animals differ in structure from the human body; even the correspondence of acupoints is different.

Fang Ziye tore off the lead apron soaked through with sweat; at his collarbone, the skin abraded by the lead collar oozed beads of blood.

He saw Chen Guangbai arranging silver needles with a magnet in the corridor; the seven filiform needles on the stainless steel treatment tray were trembling along the magnetic field lines.

"Your acupoint needles are interfering with the occluder's positioning."

While watching Big Brother Gu hold up the intravascular ultrasound screenshot, Fang Ziye saw the metallic needle shadows flickering at the thrombus core.

Without lifting his head, Chen Guangbai adjusted the magnet's angle: "Zusanli stimulation can increase t-PA secretion by 23%; your D-dimer curve slope has already proven it."

He suddenly clamped the resonating filiform needle with forceps: "16 Hz — this is the repair frequency of vascular endothelial cells."

The alarm sound tore through the night sky; the lights on the entire floor began to strobe.

Luo Tingzhu's voice came from the fire passage, stethoscope pressed against the wall: "The ECMO vibration frequency conducted through the structure resonates abnormally with Lao Chen's harmonics."

Hearing this, Fang Ziye said: "Boss Chen, Dean Chen is already on ECMO; we can only do our utmost to keep his vital signs stable."

Chen Guangbai nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, Professor Fang."

"I'm very sorry — the events this time, our Traditional Chinese Medicine Group anticipated in advance, yet you knew nothing."

"Mainly because this is a certainly fatal situation."

"A dead pulse cannot be resolved—!" Chen Guangbai's eye rims were already blood-red; he was using every ounce of strength to wipe away his own guilt and pain.

Because that was his father!

The person Chen Guangbai must treat ruthlessly, the one who disregards life and death, is the very person who gave him life and raised him.

"Boss Chen, things depend on human effort; I may not understand your theory."

"But I have indeed discovered that people modern medicine considers certainly dead, you Traditional Chinese Medicine can also snatch back with your own methods—!" Fang Ziye said.

Traditional Chinese Medicine truly has its own system for treating chronic diseases.

Fang Ziye personally witnessed a late-stage renal failure patient successfully walk out of the sanatorium.

Naturally a complete cure was impossible, but a late-stage renal failure patient for whom even dialysis was useless just walked out like that — the shock and impact on Fang Ziye was considerable.

"But we cannot explain it clearly." Chen Guangbai closed the notebook, then leaned against the wall and began panting heavily.

"Professor Fang, I have an impertinent request."

"Could I trouble you to go in and see my father? I am not even worthy of kneeling before him now."

"Even if my grandpa would forgive me, after I die my mom probably couldn't forgive me either." Chen Guangbai turned his head; his pupils were nearly gray-dark, voice hoarse and obscure.

"Buzz, buzz—" Fang Ziye's mobile phone began to vibrate.

Fang Ziye did not answer; still wearing the lead apron, he walked into the operating room.

Chen Song suddenly opened his eyes under ECMO support; amber pupils reflected the rainbow glow of the life monitor.

His cracked lips moved; Nie Mingxian leaned close and heard the raspy whisper: "At Chou hour one must guard the Life Gate."

Nie Mingxian could hardly believe it: "Did Dean Chen just speak?"

Fang Ziye had indeed heard it too.

When the last bag of red blood cell suspension finished transfusing, Luo Tingzhu's anesthesia record instrument spat out a five-meter-long trend graph.

At the peak of propofol blood concentration, the patient's EEG suddenly showed an O-wave burst — the characteristic waveform of deep memory activation in healthy young adults — yet at this moment Chen Song was under general anesthesia.

From afar, Luo Tingzhu clicked once on the trend graph for Fang Ziye, then went to report to Tan Mengbai without explaining in detail to Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye said in a low voice: "Mingxian, I feel my Dao Heart is about to collapse."

"I'm about the same." Nie Mingxian's current state wasn't much better.

The twists and turns of Chen Song's condition, plus the madness of Chen Guangbai and the others, made Nie Mingxian want to flee the operating room — either go squat in the research area, or go home and cuddle with his own Liu Guo.

To hell with the surgery, to hell with the dead pulse, to hell with the worldview.

But in reality, after Group Leader Wang and the others finished recording the data, then watched Fang Ziye and the others' operations and heard Chen Song make waking sounds, their expressions at this moment were also extraordinarily complex...

When people face unknown territory, the expression they inevitably show is ignorance.

In the operating room, as long as one is human, no one is an exception.

(Chapter End)