Bang, bang, bang. The doctors and nurses present seemed to hear the sound of their own heartbeat.
This moment was filled with tension.
The puncture needle reached a certain depth, and suddenly the needle tip slanted downward.
The movement made the nurse gasp audibly. The two male doctors observing from behind had the same startled expression in their eyes.
Xin Yanjun's hand, gripping the puncture needle, nearly trembled. Her ability to keep control stemmed from her instinctive trust in this student as a doctor. Yes, it was Student Xie who had guided her to tilt the needle angle downward just now.
Tilting the needle at such a deep depth was akin to a small boat suddenly pivoting in a deepwater minefield—essentially a gamble of life and death in an instant. Either it navigated past the minefield into safety, or it failed to completely evade and triggered a mine, leading to an explosion.
