When the defibrillator sounded, the third mouse regained its heartbeat. Its breathing was incredibly weak, but that was fine—the ventilator immediately kicked in, pumping a large amount of oxygen into the mouse's airways.
Antonio nervously kept an eye on the time while watching the indicators on the monitors.
Unexpectedly, nothing seemed to go wrong at the beginning?
The men in white coats nervously sutured the mouse, stitching its cut-open belly back together and restoring it to a normal state.
The suturing took eight minutes. The mouse had officially made it past the eight-minute mark. More than a thousand predecessors had died during this period—the Death God's shift!
But this time, things were completely different. The Death God had skipped work, and the God of Fortune had descended upon the mouse!
"The indicators are improving! The mouse's breathing ability is recovering!"
"There's irregular electrical conduction in the atrium, with slight signs of atrial fibrillation, but its heart rate is about to return to normal!"
"Heart rate normal!"
"Breathing normal!"
The shouts in the laboratory grew more and more excited. The men in white coats were all breathing rapidly, and some were so agitated that their breathing became disordered, as if the one being resurrected were not a White Mouse, but themselves!
Lu Chengen tilted his head and leaned over to look at the watch in Antonio's hand.
Nine and a half minutes! Only thirty seconds remained until ten minutes!
The laboratory was noisy at first, then suddenly fell silent. The men in white coats were at a loss. They had never encountered a situation that went so smoothly. After the mouse was sutured, it actually had no major problems at all?!
Lu Chengen and Antonio nervously watched the time.
Nine minutes and forty seconds!
Nine minutes and fifty seconds!
Ten minutes!