"Give me the injection!"
The man's icy voice echoed throughout the operating room, drawing everyone's thoughts back to the present. He had already rushed to the surgical table to initiate emergency rescue procedures.
Glistening with sweat, he was on the edge of being engulfed. Cold light pierced through his pallid skin.
Having seen the outcome, Dr. Zheng's throat suddenly constricted.
This outcome was not surprised him at all. Seeing it coming, he couldn't believe Fu Chi would not comprehend the situation these two patients are in. How could a mortal put up a fight with the god of death?
Why was he insisting so much?
Fu Chi's eyes were as deep and cold as a black sea, filled with an unfathomable cold silence. He was gritting his teeth and exerting his efforts to carry out the most extreme and powerless rescue work.
One minute passed.
Two minutes passed.
Almost five minutes passed...
No life signs were detected anymore.
