Sometimes Professor Zhang stood still, at other times he paced back and forth with his hands behind his back. A neurosurgeon brought a stool over, inviting Professor Zhang to sit against the wall.
Professor Zhang waved it off and indicated that he did not want to sit. Sitting down made him jittery - it was easier if he moved around a bit.
Dean Chen sat in the changing room, leaning back in his chair. He hadn't gone in yet, he was checking his phone periodically for any missed calls.
"He's got it, god, he's got it again."
Everyone sits back down; John Ansen gasps for breath, letting go of his whitened fingers. Woodhead and Griffin's hands tightly clasp together.
Senior surgeons are anxiously watching the surgery unfold, especially during times when the heartbeat stops, fearful that it may not resuscitate.
