"What could possibly go wrong with me on the case?"
Zhang Xiaomeng said with an arrogantly indifferent tone.
As he spoke, Zhang Wen, lying in the hospital bed, coughed more violently.
Hearing this sound, Liu Daqiang became nervous again.
Fortunately, at that moment, Zhang Wen slowly opened her eyes.
This woman, who had been in a deep coma due to cerebral hemorrhage, was waking up.
"My God, the patient's vital signs are rapidly improving."
"The shadows in her brain have disappeared."
"Heart rate is normalizing, and breathing is steadier."
"The skill of this traditional Chinese medicine practitioner is truly miraculous; the patient is recovering so quickly. The ventilator can be turned off now, she can breathe freely on her own."
The two doctors standing vigil in the ward, seeing the numbers on the monitor, showed excited expressions, then turned their gaze, filled with shock and admiration, toward Zhang Xiaomeng.
