"I'm still looking," Zou Yu answered in a low voice.
She was wearing a white casual dress. Although it was a little crude, her every move showed the gentleness and grace of a well-bred lady.
"What is the opinion of the medical team?" Zou Jiahua asked.
"There is no constructive opinion, and they are still arguing. But I prefer not to try it at the 912. Even if you want to do it, you have to do it at the Mayo Clinic."
Zou Jiahua smiled bitterly.
No one dared to take responsibility for such a major event. If he had not had two consecutive cardiac arrest, he would probably have dragged it out.
As long as the monitoring was tight and the rescue was timely, there should be no problem.
As for how long he could live... Zou Jiahua felt that as long as he dragged it out for another ten or twenty years, with the advancement of technology or finding a master over the Southern Ocean who could remove the voodoo, his problem would be completely solved.
