Situ Yan closed his eyes, seemingly falling into a coma.
The two bodyguards looked uneasy.
"What do we do? Quick, notify the Young Master!"
"No, the Young Master is on the plane... And the Young Master said he can't die so easily!"
They glanced at each other and followed the car toward the operating room.
At the operating room doors, they were stopped by the doctors.
Inside the operating room.
Situ Yan was placed on a bed.
Tubes were inserted into his body.
An anxious doctor looked at the instruments, suddenly pausing.
Situ Yan slowly opened his eyes.
The two doctors widened their eyes.
"What's going on here?"
In fact, Situ Yan had intentionally suppressed his breathing. Given his severe condition, suppressing his breath at the right time would make his heartbeat appear weaker on the instruments.
But doing so was equivalent to gambling with his life.
Because in such a precarious situation, one misstep could truly threaten his life.
