Looking at Ruth Dawn on the operating table, William Cole felt physically and mentally exhausted.
His heart was trapped in a dead end, afraid to take action to save her.
Previously, when William Cole saved lives, he was aided by a dragon-shaped jade pendant, as if he had insurance while walking a tightrope over a cliff; even if he fell, there would be no problem.
But now it was different.
The green glow in the dragon-shaped jade pendant was almost gone, and Ruth's life was hanging by a thread.
The surgery could fail at any moment, and this placed extremely high demands on William Cole's medical skill; a single mistake could lead Ruth into an irredeemable calamity.
"What should I do?"
Visible beads of sweat appeared on William Cole's forehead, his emotions incredibly complex.
