After Qin Xue entered the operating room and saw everyone busily yet systematically working, she went over and checked the results, finding that it was a brain stroke.
Qin Xue had somewhat anticipated the possibility of a brain stroke, given that Miao Qingqing had high blood pressure before. If there is an excessive emotional stimulus, this phenomenon is quite common, but who would have done such a thing to her?
"Dr. Qin, you're here." Someone who had previously collaborated with Qin Xue on surgeries breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing her. With Qin Xue present, the patient's life could be saved.
"How's the situation now?" Qin Xue looked at Miao Qingqing on the operating table, astonished that such a smart and lively elderly woman was now lying lifeless here—it seemed fate was playing tricks.
