The scent of disinfectant filled the emergency room, and the monitor's rhythmic `BEEP... BEEP...` seemed to set the tempo for this race against death.
Li Xu's fingers remained on the patient Chen Xiaoyan's wrist, feeling for the faint, almost imperceptible pulse.
'A Wulou Vein...' He felt the terminal pulse once more.
This type of pulse was extremely rare.
'Getting a better feel for it this time is good for building experience.'
"Director Guo, would you like to feel it?"
Li Xu asked Guo Yu.
Guo Yu was tempted. "Alright."
He took Li Xu's place.
Guo Yu, too, felt the Wulou Vein.
Filled with a mix of awe and concern, Guo Yu stood up and moved close to Li Xu. He lowered his voice and urged him again, "The Seven Extremes Vein is practically a terminal condition. The city hospital already gave her a death sentence. We don't need to take this risk."
Li Xu didn't answer right away. Instead, he lifted the patient's eyelids to examine them.
