"It's no use. It's no use at all."
"We can only delay death from shock. He's incurable!"
Even though the assistants were busily trying to lower Zheng Tenghui's blood pressure, stimulate his heart, and calm his brain waves, Dr. Fayne, the chief surgeon, put down his scalpel with a complex expression. He shook his head in a daze and sighed.
"Dr. Fayne!"
Outside the operating room, Zheng Junyan rushed forward the moment he saw Dr. Fayne emerge. "When will my son wake up?"
"Uncle, don't worry!" the young man beside him said with an arrogant look. "With Dr. Fayne personally taking charge, curing my cousin is a breeze. It won't be long before you see him fully recovered!"
But Dr. Fayne simply shook his head, his expression complex and silent.
"What exactly is going on!?"
Realizing something was wrong, Zheng Junyan immediately grabbed Director Liu by the collar. His eyes were red with fury as he bellowed, "What exactly is wrong with my son!?"
