Gao Yongliang couldn't care about anything else and focused on the treatment.
His forehead was covered in sweat.
Qin Sheng also frowned.
Three minutes later, the patient's condition still did not improve. His breathing gradually became weak.
"It's over," Liu Haifeng said anxiously. "Even Professor Gao can't save the situation now."
Qin Sheng frowned as she looked at the electrocardiogram.
She walked over and said, "Professor Gao, perhaps I can give it a try."
Gao Yongliang's movements paused, and his brows were tightly knitted. What he was doing now was useless. At most, he could only delay the patient's death by a few minutes. It was useless.
He couldn't save him.
Qin Sheng, this girl who often created miracles, might really be able to save him.
"Alright, Sheng Sheng. I'll leave it to you. If anything happens, you don't have to worry. I'll bear the responsibility."
