"Willpower! You need to have willpower!"
Old Song reminded his wife.
Yao Xiurong paced in front of the operating room door. At that moment, a graduate student, who had just rushed back to the ward, hurried out, and another hurried in.
"How's the surgery going inside? Has the heart stopped beating?"
"It's been stopped for quite a while now. Hurry inside and take a look."
"I've just finished."
"Move faster, if you don't hurry up, it'll be too late."
Yao Xiurong wanted to grab a graduate student to ask what was happening, but the one who came out had already entered the elevator, and the one who had gone in was already inside; the door was firmly shut.
"Cardiac arrest?"
Yao Xiurong was taken aback. Cardiac arrest was the cessation of heartbeat—in other words, wasn't the person gone?
Yao Xiurong felt like she understood everything and couldn't hold back anymore; she began pounding on the door of the operating room, bang bang bang!
