Who is talking to him, calling him back? Chen Chengran thought, his eyelids seemed to want to open a line.
Huang Zhilei approached the bedside while Little Junior Sister was speaking, picked up a flashlight, ready to check the patient's consciousness at any moment.
"Is he waking up?" Director Zheng glanced at the patient's face and asked, feeling a glimmer of hope emerging.
Li Guoxin was more cautious, only watching without starting any procedures, fearing it was just a temporary rally of the patient, his eyes glued to the numbers on the ECG monitor.
The patient's heart rate was somewhat fast, causing the doctor to hold his breath.
They needed to hurry, Xie Wanying calculated in her mind, fearing it would be too late if they didn't act quickly enough, afraid the abscess would burst like a breached dam. This patient had no surgical opportunity if diffuse peritonitis set in.
Everyone else wore similarly solemn expressions, focusing on the drainage tube.
