"Sister Seo!" Xin Yanjun's voice called out from the phone.
Everyone's hearts were all hanging high.
Cao Yong's expression grew solemn.
"How is it!" Li Chengyuan couldn't hold back, asking the person on the other side.
There was no response from the other side; it was a critical moment. With her left hand steadying her right, Xie Wanying removed the mandrel from the puncture needle and attached a syringe. Upon aspiration, it was blood, but not bright red blood—rather, it was cerebrospinal fluid mixed with clotted blood.
Seeing this, Xin Yanjun and Yue Wentong were overjoyed, as it at least confirmed the puncture was successful.
"Sister Seo, Sister Seo." Xin Yanjun continued to shout her colleague's name loudly, glancing back to see hints of recovery in respiration and heart rate on the ECG monitor, giving the doctors a glimmer of hope.
Xiao Yang adjusted his glasses: Did they actually succeed?
