So it turned out that the Beidu Talented Scholar didn't run away in fear but went to grab the vein incision kit and the temporary pacemaker.
In other words, the moment Xie Wanying made her judgment, Song Xueling had the same judgment as her, which was why he rushed out to get the equipment.
Huff, huff, huff—Song Xueling gasped for air, his face drenched in sweat. For him, such a situation was almost unprecedented. For a literary enthusiast who hated physical exercise, running like a 100-meter dash champion was utterly exhausting.
Ephedrine was dripped into the patient's vein, and it seemed to have some effect.
Beep, beep—beep, beep—the heart rate on the ECG monitor increased slightly, but it didn't stabilize.
Zhang Huayao, who was performing external cardiac compressions, paused briefly, his gray eyes fixed intently on the patient's ECG to see if it had returned to normal. His palm rested on his foster mother's chest, ready to continue compressions at any moment.
