"Did you see the air bubble in the syringe?!" Doctor Kim shouted.
Zhao Zhaowei's eyes widened as he watched Xie Wanying holding the needle entering the patient's skin; as the needle went deeper, he felt as though he couldn't breathe, fearing blood might suddenly appear.
After a moment, there was no blood, but an air bubble.
Air bubbles emerged from the saline solution in the syringe.
"Yes, there's a bubble, teacher!" Zhao Zhaowei yelled out.
"Good, good, good, it's good that there's a bubble." Doctor Yang wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and found, to his surprise, that he was drenched in sweat.
"Don't let her push the needle in any further," Doctor Kim instructed.
"No, she's not pushing it deeper, it's, it's, she's pulling the needle out—" Zhao Zhaowei looked down and found that he couldn't quite comprehend Xie Wanying's actions.
