In the resuscitation room.
Several doctors and nurses were resuscitating Old Master Yan, with a few nurses taking turns performing CPR on him. The sound of the machines beeping echoed in the resuscitation room.
Old Master Yan was hooked up to various tubes, and his complexion was gradually turning pale. His heart rate and blood pressure were still dropping, and his breathing was almost nonexistent.
The ECG machine emitted a beep.
The fluctuating line was about to become a flat line.
"There's nothing we can do," a doctor said, sweating profusely as he stepped away from the bedside, sighing, "Inform the family to prepare for the worst."
Dr. Li wiped the sweat from his forehead: "The old man's health was already poor, and it was a case of drug incompatibility. It's already remarkable that he lasted till now; it's not surprising we can't bring him back."
No sooner had his voice faded than a cool voice rang out, "If you can't save him, I can."
