"Damn it!"
Wang Kun's head was covered in cold sweat, which trickled down the back of his neck with an icy chill, while his face beneath the mask was flushed an unnatural red from holding his breath.
Mei Sheng had been gone for some time. During that time, he had forcibly finished suturing the "corpse" on the operating table and repeatedly tried to resuscitate it with the defibrillator, not even having time to wipe away the sweat that ran into the corners of his eyes.
"Awakening... Awakening!"
His body trembled beneath the medical gown. He did not know whether it was because of evaporating sweat or because a ghost had once appeared behind him, but he always felt a dark gaze wandering nearby.
Mei Sheng had vanished ten minutes ago. He believed the sound of something being dragged outside the operating room had been hers.
That woman had saved Wang Kun, dragging that ghost to her side, but her true purpose had been to save the dead man now lying on the operating table.
If this had been before, Wang Kun would have declared the patient dead long ago.
This body was riddled with wounds. The internal bleeding was nearly beyond recovery, and there was no need even to attempt a transfusion. Lasting more than ten minutes before drawing his last breath would have been a miracle.
Not to mention that his heartbeat had stopped. None of his vital signs showed any indication of life.
But... even if this man's heart no longer beat, Wang Kun had to preserve that sliver of baseless hope. He had to use every bit of experience from his first twenty years to save him, to treat him.
Because he was Ji Li. Even if he had already died, there was still the slightest chance