Qiao Yun grasped Li Hanzhou's hand, her voice unconsciously firm, yet calm to the point of being uncharacteristic.
"How is it going?"
Li Hanzhou knew better than anyone that Qiao Yun was scared.
It was just that she was always so strong, so for a moment, she couldn't express her true feelings.
The dean sighed, "The situation isn't very good."
That was an understatement.
The issue was no longer about how good or bad things were, but whether the patient could survive at all.
He too was a renowned surgeon, but this time, Qiao Xun's injuries were so severe that even he wasn't sure.
Qiao Yun looked at the emergency room door, feeling a rare sense of helplessness.
As a researcher, she couldn't provide much medical help.
Moreover, the Newborn plan couldn't be implemented under current conditions, and she didn't know how to save her uncle.
Suddenly, Qiao Yun's expression froze.
No, there was a way!
There was still that thing!
Qiao Yun muttered, "I need the drug."
