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Chapter 681 Imaging and Pulse Diagnosis!
After quickly taking the pulses, Chen Guangbai and Wang Qishan exchanged a glance and shook their heads.

Wang Qishan said hesitantly, "Dr. Chen, Dean Chen's pulse is about to stop. He must have tried to induce it with acupuncture."

Although Chen Guangbai had not been a doctor for a long time, he had not lost his skills in traditional Chinese medicine. He could also detect the pulse patterns that Wang Qishan could detect.

Chen Guangbai himself was Chen Song's son and also a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. He knew the despair of this kind of "pulse pattern". Wang Qishan had previously prescribed medicine for Chen Song, but still failed to reverse the shrimp-swimming pulse pattern to other diseases.

In traditional Chinese medicine, this is considered an incurable disease.

"Professor Li, Professor Fang, please help me!" Chen Guangbai had no other choice but to try anything at this point.

It wasn't that Chen Guangbai didn't want to believe in the rescue efforts of traditional Chinese medicine; it was because he respected traditional Chinese medicine that he made the decision to let Fang Ziye and others take action.

Traditional Chinese medicine should respect the classics.

The tide of death is inescapable!

"Move into the imaging room!" Li Yongjun said quickly.

"Professor Tan, thank you for maintaining my vital signs at all times."

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

Even though Chen Song's current condition wasn't quite right, Tan Mengbai still believed in the theories he had learned. His previous examinations showed nothing unusual, and even if he were to suffer a sudden heart attack now, he could be treated promptly!
Other heart attack patients still have a chance if they are taken from home to the hospital. Chen Song was in a sanatorium, only two minutes away from the operating room. There was no reason why they couldn't be saved!
The doors of the TCM sanatorium were flung open, and a group of people pushed Chen Song rapidly toward the operating room.

The best treatment option was traditional Chinese medicine, which was prescribed and administered to Chen Song, respecting his will. However, Chen Guangbai would not stand by and watch his father die in order to insist that traditional Chinese medicine was superior to modern medicine.

As Li Yongjun walked briskly, he grabbed Fang Ziye's arm: "Professor Fang, you and Mingxian are even more efficient. You two will be in charge of coordinating the main operator during the DSA later!"

"Okay!" Fang Ziye didn't have any pretentious feelings at this moment.

Even if Li Yongjun didn't bring it up, he would find a way to get himself on the operating table; Fang Ziye's current status also gives him the right to bring it up.

Everyone stirred, except for Chen Xixian.

She silently left the consultation room, clasped her hands to her chest, and silently prayed for Chen Song. Besides praying and preparing medicine for Chen Song, she could do nothing else.

Crying was useless at this moment. She began to reminisce and miss the past, because her grandfather and father were both highly skilled doctors who had determined the life and death of countless people. It shouldn't be surprising that it was their turn to determine her own life and death.

But Chen Xixian also hoped for an unexpected outcome...

"Grandpa, please forgive my selfishness, even though Grandma misses you more than I do..." Chen Xixian's long dress blended into the fallen ginkgo leaves. The wind swirled the leaves, lifted her skirt, and stirred up water droplets, mingling with her tears.

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The shadowless lights in the angiography room projected Fang Ziye's image onto the DSA screen.

Fang Ziye wore a lead protective helmet, and the protective skirt made a slight rustling sound as it rubbed against his knees.

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

On the table are Terumo's 5F catheter sheath and matching puncture needle.

"The contrast agent is ready." Nie Mingxian handed over the syringe containing iopromide 370, his tone slightly tentative. "4mg/kg."

"Inject." Fang Ziye nodded, and after giving the order, his gaze fell on the DSA screen.

Chen Song's lower extremity venography images have been preliminarily acquired. His finger quickly slides across the touchscreen, zooming in on the popliteal vein area.

The image shows that the inner wall of the vein is smooth and the blood flow signal is uniform.

Fang Ziye then looked at the course of the radial artery...

“Strange,” Fang Ziye muttered to himself. “According to Dean Chen’s description, there should be signs of blood clots.”

Nie Mingxian frowned: "Could the stepwise tremor that Dean Chen mentioned be a false sensation caused by abnormal elasticity of the blood vessel walls?"

“We can’t rule out that possibility,” Fang Ziye said, advancing the catheter sheath along the femoral vein. The Seldinger technique requires extremely high skill; the slightest mistake could cause vascular perforation.

Fang Ziye held his breath, feeling the changes in resistance as the catheter moved through the blood vessel.

"Needle insertion angle 30 degrees, moderate force," he whispered to himself, also reminding Nie Mingxian to supervise him.

After the catheter sheath was successfully inserted, iopromide was slowly injected again.

The contrast agent formed a clear white line within the blood vessel. Fang Ziye stared at the screen, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

“Here!” He suddenly pointed to a tiny area in the popliteal vein. “The blood flow signal stops slightly here.”

Nie Mingxian leaned closer to look: "There is indeed something unusual. But this point of stagnation is too small to be noticed."

“It is precisely these tiny abnormalities that are most dangerous,” Fang Ziye explained. “If a blood clot forms in this location, it could cause a fatal pulmonary embolism if it breaks off.”

Just as he was preparing to expand the imaging area further, he heard hurried footsteps outside the door.

"Dr. Fang! Professor Wang and the others are here," the nurse whispered a reminder.

Fang Ziye turned his head and saw Wang Qishan leading several professors from the Traditional Chinese Medicine group into the room.

"Professor Wang." Fang Ziye did not turn around.

Wang Qishan ignored the conversation and walked straight to the DSA screen: "Let me see."

His gaze lingered on the screen for a few seconds before turning to Fang Ziye: "What can the imaging results prove?"

“According to modern medical standards, no obvious thrombosis was found in Dean Chen’s lower extremity veins,” Fang Ziye answered truthfully. “However, based on his pulse characteristics and clinical manifestations, we suspect that there may be occult thrombosis.”

"Hidden thrombosis?" Wang Qishan and the others frowned instantly.

"What is the current state of Dean Chen's coma?"

Fang Ziye shook his head, Tan Mengbai also shook his head, Li Yongjun shook his head even more, and Professor Yang from the Department of Cardiology also shook his head.

According to modern medical theory, Chen Song should not have any symptoms at this time.

It was you traditional Chinese medicine practitioners who said he was in the dying stage.

However, there are still no special 'signs' in Chen Song's body, such as arterial embolism or pulmonary embolism.

A few strands of Nie Mingxian's curly hair popped out from the edge of his sterile cap, and the shoulder straps of his lead apron left red marks on his neck.

The sound of mints crackling between teeth, mixed with the hum of the sterilizer in the intervention preparation room, created a strange prelude.

Fang Ziye was unaware of Nie Mingxian's little hobby: when under extreme stress, he liked to eat something minty to stay alert.

"Want to gamble or not?" Nie Mingxian suddenly turned around, the hem of his lead apron sweeping across the equipment table.

The three characters of Nie Mingxian omit much content.
Fang Ziye didn't dare to answer rashly, because this was Chen Song, and he didn't dare to casually ask him about gambling...

Wang Qishan walked to Chen Song's bedside and began to perform the traditional Three Parts and Nine Positions diagnostic method.

He placed his right hand on Chen Song's wrist and his left hand on the opposite ulna.

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

“The pulse at the cun position is floating and hesitant, the pulse at the guan position is deep and slow, and the pulse at the chi position is weak and hollow,” Wang Qishan said slowly. “This is exactly the ‘leaky roof pulse’ recorded in the Pulse Classic.”

"A leaky pulse?" Fang Ziye couldn't help but interject. "I remember that this kind of pulse usually indicates serious damage to the internal organs."

Someone just explained the concept of "leaky house pulse" to him.

But the pulse of Chen Song, as previously described by others, was like "a shrimp swimming"!
Wang Qishan gave Fang Ziye a meaningful look, "It also foreshadows a life-threatening situation."

Fang Ziye felt a chill run down his spine. He turned to look at the DSA screen; the contrast agent flow was still smooth and steady.

This puzzled him even more: why would two completely different diagnostic methods lead to such different conclusions?

Wang Qishan turned to Chen Guangbai, "Dr. Chen, the acupuncture that Dean Chen did for me before may have reversed part of the Qi flow. The shrimp swimming in the heart meridian is exhausted, and the leaky roof is exhausted by the internal organs."

“But this is strange.” Wang Qishan said thoughtfully, “According to ancient records, ‘leaky pulse’ is often accompanied by severe obstruction of qi and blood circulation. But your current modern medical indicators are completely normal.”

"Want to gamble or not?" Nie Mingxian asked again, looking only at Fang Ziye.

When Chen Guangbai heard Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian's cryptic conversation for the second time, he couldn't help but ask, "What are you two betting on?"

Fang Ziye glared at Nie Mingxian and could only quickly explain, "It's an immature organ microcirculation device!"

"Dr. Chen, this circulatory device is currently only in the theoretical research stage and has not been formally implemented in animals. It can only be used as a last resort."

"However, we might need to do some preliminary non-invasive preparations; otherwise, when we actually need it, even a last-ditch effort won't be enough!"

"Do it!" Chen Guangbai had no doubt about Fang Ziye.

It's not just about believing in Fang Ziye's abilities, but also in his character. Fang Ziye never seeks quick success or acts rashly. Anything he plans to research or develop must have some clues and a solid theoretical foundation before he begins.

When life and death are truly at stake, having more preparations means having more insurance.

Fang Ziye didn't look up. His fingertips traced the 3D reconstruction of blood vessels on the tablet, and blue light flowed across his glasses: "The perforator retention rate is less than 60%. You will be working the orthopedic night shifts for the next three months."

The moment the lead door slid open, the smell of iodine rushed in like a tidal wave. Luo Tingzhu was adjusting the sedation pump, "The patient should press the Taiyuan acupoint before entering the room."

She connected the BIS module to the host computer, noting a baseline value of 47, which is 15% lower than usual.

Chen Song's cloth shoes were covered with ginkgo leaf fragments from the rooftop, casting dappled shadows on the interventional bed...

After seeing that Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian had already gone to make preparations, Chen Guangbai looked at Wang Qishan and the others and said, "Professors, let's begin as well."

“My father is not yet truly between life and death. His pulse is still changing. We continue to record his pulse in accordance with his last wishes.”

Chen Guangbai was nearly fifty years old. At this moment, his voice was hoarse and his eyes were empty, like an old man on his deathbed.

In terms of conventional filial piety, Chen Guangbai's act of canceling all "experiments" and letting the old man pass away peacefully was the greatest act of filial piety.

If we're talking about filial impiety, his words at this moment have shattered his own concept of filial piety, showing that his father has gone to this extreme.

Test your pulse with your own body!

The smoke from the mugwort condensed into the shape of a green snake on the bronze cauldron in Wang Qishan's hand, and the twelve meridian chart trembled slightly in the airflow.

At this moment, Chen Song is only undergoing interventional angiography, which is a minimally invasive procedure.

Therefore, bringing moxa smoke and bronze furnaces into the operating room is not considered too illegal or polluting. In addition, there are many empty operating rooms, and even if one operating room is contaminated, there are alternative operating rooms that can be built at will.

When Wang used a three-edged needle to cut open the skin on Chen Song's instep, dark red blood droplets were found arranged in a string along the meridians. "The Taichong meridian is severed!"

The old Chinese medicine doctor's voice was like sandpaper polishing bronze: "The Qi of the Foot Yangming Meridian has been exhausted; moxibustion with ginger should be used to quickly unblock the Qi of the internal organs."

Chen Guangbai's white coat pocket suddenly beeped; it was the culmination of his and Chen Song's life's work: an acupoint resistance warning device.

When the probe touched the patient's conchae and sacral region, the LCD screen reading spiked to 140kΩ.

The resistance of the human body is relatively high, typically ranging from several thousand to hundreds of thousands of ohms. The resistance also varies in different parts of the body; for example, the chest has a higher resistance than the arms, while the palms and soles of the feet have a lower resistance than the arms.

After reviewing the data, Chen Guangbai immediately marked the high-resistivity area on the tablet.

Chen Guangbai recalled witnessing an isolated heart perfusion experiment during a visit to the company's research area—when the coronary artery resistance reached the same value, myocardial cells began to die off in batches.

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

The disciple of the "Exorcising Evil" sect struck Chen Song's chest and abdomen with his five fingers forming claws, and the echoing sound from the Tanzhong acupoint reverberated in the consultation room...

These methods seemed like gibberish to Fang Ziye, yet he didn't refuse them.

The renowned TCM masters who can enter here are all top experts who have established their own schools of thought, and they have their own reasons for taking action.

"Could we further verify this by combining modern medical techniques?" Chen Guangbai suggested.

Fang Ziye's hand, which was gripping the control lever, suddenly froze.

On enhanced images, the distribution of microthrombi in the gastrocnemius venous plexus resembles a meticulously designed circuit board—each branch precisely avoids perforating veins.

Nie Mingxian's gloves accidentally tapped against the lead glass, producing a crisp sound: "Look at this newly formed capillary network!"

The tactile sensation of the guidewire moving through the blood vessel was transmitted to Fang Ziye's palm via the lever, and he suddenly recalled the step thrill he had felt during palpation. The moment the Watchman occluder deployed, the thrombus retracted into the intertrabecular space as if it were alive.

"Damn it!" He switched to intravascular ultrasound mode, and the acoustic probe captured the needle-like high echo at the core of the thrombus—it was the Zusanli acupoint stimulation needle implanted by Chen Guangbai.

"Switch to catheter-based thrombolysis!" Fang Ziye pushed the microcatheter closer to the thrombus, and rt-PA was sprayed in a pulse. Luo Tingzhu's voice suddenly pierced the earpiece: "ACT 280 seconds, thrombolysis dose halved!" He glanced at the coagulation curve on the monitor screen—the D-dimer value was soaring at a rate of 500 μg/L per minute.

Fang Ziye did as instructed.

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

This means that the medical orders were given by both of them.

Fang Ziye quickly looked up and said, "Dr. Chen, acupuncture at acupoints can affect the formation of blood clots!"

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

Immediately afterwards, Chen Guangbai, his eyes red, began discussing with Wang Qishan and the others how to stimulate Chen Song's acupoints...

"What are your electrolyte levels?" Tan Mengbai asked Luo Tingzhu.

Chen Song's blood is under constant monitoring, with a dedicated person responsible for real-time testing at the minimum appropriate level, and the results are immediately reported to the system in front of Luo Tingzhu.

As the guardian of life, Tan Mengbai didn't even need to look at the computer screen; he needed Luo Tingzhu and two other professors from the anesthesiology department to report specific data at any time.

"Nothing unusual has been observed yet. Blood potassium is slightly elevated, but still within the normal range!" A middle-aged professor's voice was faster than Luo Tingzhu's.

"Keep an eye on your blood pressure and continue with colloid rehydration," Tan Mengbai said.

"Contact the blood bank, check the blood reserves, and if necessary, send the blood to the operating room immediately."

After some discussion, it was decided to perform acupuncture intervention on Chen Song's Neiguan acupoint. Chen Guangbai volunteered: "I'll do it."

He skillfully disinfected the area and inserted the needle. As soon as the needle tip touched the skin, Chen Song felt a slight tingling sensation.

Fang Ziye closely observed the DSA screen from the side.

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

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

"The tremors in the staircase have intensified!" Fang Ziye suddenly shouted.

Everyone was stunned.

Wang Qishan quickly re-examined the pulse: "Just as I suspected! The pulse became clearer after the acupuncture stimulation."

Just then, the DSA screen suddenly flickered. An abnormal fluctuation appeared in the contrast agent flow in the popliteal vein area.

"The blood flow signal has paused briefly!" Nie Mingxian exclaimed.

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

"It seems that acupuncture stimulation does indeed affect hemodynamics," Wang Qishan said thoughtfully. "This shows that the theories of traditional Chinese medicine are not unfounded."

After Wang Qishan finished speaking, he noticed a detail that no one else had noticed: "Dr. Fang, you didn't take the pulse, so how did you know that the radial artery thrill had increased?"

"I could feel it." Fang Ziye held the catheter in his hand the whole time, and his voice was clear as he spoke.

Upon hearing this, Professor Li Yongjun added, "Professor Wang, Xiao Fang's examination skills are incredibly detailed; he can even feel the pulsation inside the major arteries through her abdomen."

"This is real skill; you can't just envy it!"

Li Yongjun did not mythologize Fang Ziye. Fang Ziye can indeed do it, and all of this is based on the basic principles of modern medicine. It is definitely not some kind of superstitious trick.

When blood flows through blood vessels, it creates a pulsation.

Just as Fang Ziye and the others were exchanging glances, next door...

Chen Guangbai unfolded the sterile pack in front of the laminar flow operating table and drew low molecular weight heparin sodium (4100AXaIU) with a 1ml insulin syringe.

Upon seeing this, Fang Ziye's eyes narrowed sharply, and he immediately blurted out a string of profanities: "What are you trying to do?"

Immediately afterwards, Fang Ziye disregarded aseptic principles and grabbed Chen Guangbai's wrist, his five fingers like a pincer!
"Administer the medication!"

"Let go!" Chen Guangbai said.

"You're talking nonsense!"

"The person lying there is your father! You used him as a test subject for the drug?"

"The state has explicitly banned live human experimentation!" Fang Ziye cursed.

If Fang Ziye found it a bit ridiculous that Chen Song was giving himself acupuncture, then Chen Guangbai's act of injecting Chen Song with drugs to prove something was a challenge to Fang Ziye's absolute values.

"Can you absolutely guarantee that my father will live?" Chen Guangbai asked calmly, without raising his voice.

Fang Ziye's grip on power gradually loosened.

Chen Guangbai continued, "Fang Ziye, you've seen it before; you said my father is in good health and doesn't seem like anything bad is going to happen to him!"

Fang Ziye swallowed hard and said, "The drug must first undergo animal testing!"

"Those who are not human have different meridians than humans!"

“Animal experiments are not applicable to our traditional Chinese medicine!” Chen Guangbai said.

"Let go!" Chen Guangbai's voice trembled.

He knew what he had to do.

He didn't dare to start, but since Chen Song had taken the lead, he had to continue.

Even if this data cannot be made public, he still wants to know for sure whether traditional Chinese medicine's meridian acupoint injections and herbal remedies have any effect on the human body.

Are these effects significant?

Because Chen and Song have already pushed themselves to this point.

The fate of Chen and Song remains uncertain.

At least in Chen Guangbai's own view, he had already found a suitable burial site for Chen Song, including his coffin, burial clothes, and auspicious burial location.

Fang Ziye released Chen Guangbai, then silently backed away, muttering curses under his breath: "Madmen, a bunch of madmen, a whole family of madmen."

When the needle tip pierced the Hegu acupoint, his fingers trembled slightly on the skin surface to find the best insertion point.

"Depth 6mm, injection rate 0.1ml/15 seconds." He whispered into the recorder, and the LCD screen showed that the patient's APTT value had begun to decrease.

Lan Minong burst in carrying a freshly centrifuged bottle of Taohong Siwu Decoction. An HPLC report was stuck to the medicine bag: "Hydroxysafflower yellow pigment A concentration 0.18mg/ml, reaching the antiplatelet aggregation threshold."

In the adjacent intensive care unit, Dong Zhi was adjusting an electronic moxibustion therapy device.

Infrared thermography showed that the local temperature at the Guanyuan acupoint was stable at 42.3℃. His movements as he adjusted the angle of the moxibustion head resembled the adjustment of a precision optical instrument. "Saffron glycoside concentration meets the standard."

He adjusted the nasogastric pump flow rate to 20 ml/h, "synchronizing the gastrointestinal peristalsis wave with the drug administration wave."

……

Fang Ziye, Li Yongjun, and the others watched blankly as a group of madmen messed around. All they could do was try their best to preserve Chen Song's vital signs and assist them in recording some modern medical data.

Fang Ziye may only now realize just how crazy Chen Song and his colleagues were about the development of traditional Chinese medicine.

Testing drugs on oneself, risking death!
Chen Guangbai may be right. Modern medicine prohibits live animal experiments and can only make leaps from animal experiments to human experiments, which does not apply to traditional Chinese medicine.

The meridians and internal organs of animals are different from those of humans, and even the corresponding acupoints are different.

Fang Ziye tore off the lead apron soaked with sweat, and blood seeped from the skin on his collarbone, which had been chafed raw by the lead collar.

He saw Chen Guangbai arranging silver needles with magnets in the corridor, and the seven acupuncture needles on the stainless steel treatment tray were vibrating with the magnetic field lines.

"Your acupuncture needles are interfering with the positioning of the occluder."

Fang Ziye watched as his senior brother Gu Yi held up the intravascular ultrasound screenshot, the shadow of the metal needle flashing at the core of the thrombus.

Without looking up, Chen Guangbai adjusted the angle of the magnet: "Stimulation of Zusanli can increase t-PA secretion by 23%, as proven by the slope of your D-dimer curve."

He suddenly picked up the resonant acupuncture needle with tweezers. "16Hz, this is the repair frequency of vascular endothelial cells."

The alarm blared through the night sky, and the lights on the entire floor began to flicker.

Luo Tingzhu's voice came from the fire escape, her stethoscope pressed against the wall: "The ECMO vibration frequency transmitted through the structure is related to Old Chen's abnormal harmonics."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye said, "Boss Chen, Dean Chen has already been put on ECMO. We can only do our best to maintain his vital signs."

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

"I'm sorry, this incident was something our TCM team anticipated, but you were completely unaware of it."

"The main problem is that this is a certain death situation."

“The death is incurable!” Chen Guangbai’s eyes were already red, and he was using all his strength to erase his guilt and pain.

Because that's his father!

The person Chen Guangbai had to be ruthless towards, the person who disregarded his life and death, was the one who gave him life and raised him.

"Mr. Chen, success depends on human effort. I may not understand your theories."

“But I have indeed discovered that even those who are considered certain to die by modern medicine can be saved by your traditional Chinese medicine methods!” Fang Ziye said.

Traditional Chinese medicine truly has its own unique approach to treating chronic diseases.

Fang Ziye personally witnessed a patient with end-stage renal failure successfully leave the sanatorium.

It's impossible to fully recover, but the fact that a patient with end-stage renal failure, for whom dialysis was ineffective, walked out like that was quite a shock and impact on Fang Ziye.

“But we can’t explain it clearly.” Chen Guangbai closed the notebook, then leaned against the wall and began to breathe heavily.

"Professor Fang, I have a favor to ask."

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

“Even if my grandfather forgives me, my mother probably won’t forgive me after I die.” Chen Guangbai turned his head, his eyes almost gray, his voice hoarse.

"Buzz, buzz~" Fang Ziye's phone vibrated.

Fang Ziye did not answer the call and continued to walk into the operating room wearing his lead apron.

Chen Song suddenly opened his eyes with ECMO support, his amber pupils reflecting the iridescent light of the life monitor.

His chapped lips moved slightly, and Nie Mingxian leaned down to hear a hoarse whisper: "At the hour of Chou (1-3 AM), one should guard the gate of life."

Nie Mingxian asked incredulously, "Did Dean Chen just speak?"

Fang Ziye did indeed hear it.

When the last bag of red blood cell suspension was infused, Luo Tingzhu's anesthesia recorder displayed a five-meter-long trend graph.

At the peak of propofol blood concentration, the patient's brain suddenly showed a burst of theta waves—a characteristic waveform of deep memory activation in healthy young people, while Chen Song was under general anesthesia at that moment.

After pointing out the trend chart to Fang Ziye from afar, Luo Tingzhu went to report to Tan Mengbai without explaining it to Fang Ziye in detail.

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

"I'm about the same." Nie Mingxian's condition wasn't much better either.

The twists and turns of Chen Song's situation, along with the madness of Chen Guangbai and others, made Nie Mingxian wish he could run out of the operating room, either to squat in the research area or go home to cuddle with his Liu Guo.

To hell with surgery, to hell with fatal arteries, to hell with values.

In reality, after Wang Qishan and the others finished collecting the data and watched Fang Ziye and the others operate the system, they heard Chen Songyou's voice waking up, and their expressions were extremely complicated...

When people face the unknown, they will inevitably show an expression of ignorance.

In the operating room, no one is exempt, as long as they are human.

(End of this chapter)