Director Fang deftly connected the power supply, applied some electrolyte solution to Wang Ke'er's arm, and then placed two electrode patches on it. After some simple adjustments, the green light of the electric pulse beeped on. He nodded and said, "It's ready."
Ye Tian and Wang Bingbing exchanged glances, both finding the old man somewhat comical. He seemed very confident in his equipment, but Ye Tian felt completely unconfident, thinking to himself that if this thing could save someone, it would truly be a blessing from the gods.
Time was pressing, and Wang Ke'er's vitality was quietly slipping away. Ye Tian knew there was no time for doubt. Given the circumstances, they could only give it a try. If it couldn't clear the blood clots in the brain, Wang Ke'er's life would be over.
The cerebral blood vessels were exceptionally fragile and extremely prone to rupture, which was the reason for Ye Tian's previous failure.
