Time was ticking away, an hour passed, and Ye Tianfan remained seated on the temporary bench in the operating room, perfectly still, his breathing slowed significantly. If not for the faint gleam still flickering in his eyes, the doctor might have thought Ye Tianfan was already dead.
At this moment, the operating room was extremely quiet. Apart from the beeping of the heart monitor, there was only the sound of the doctors and nurses' nervous breathing. Although the adrenaline was barely sustaining Ji Liancheng's grandmother's life, the frequency displayed on her heart monitor was dropping rapidly, and she looked like she would not hold on much longer!
The doctor couldn't help but glance at Ye Tianfan. He had said that if the patient died, he would pay with his life!
