Director Zhao felt an urgent anxiety, clutching at his chest, but he couldn't quite voice his concerns.
Li Fei fell silent for a few seconds, realizing that acupuncture was no longer an option. However, his expertise wasn't limited to just needlework. The patient had already stopped breathing and his heartbeat had ceased; his life could slip away at any moment. Li Fei knew that every second was precious and that delay was not an option. If his body temperature were to fade, it might be too late to save him; even a supreme deity would be powerless to reverse such a fate.
