This voice made all the doctors and nurses turn their heads, but only for a moment, before they resumed their work.
"Mu Han, your attending physician was just looking for you. Hurry and start the cardiac surgery; don't delay here. Your situation is also risky, and this surgery is very important." A doctor who had performed surgery on a drunkard said quickly while putting on sterile gloves.
He didn't look at the drunkard while saying this, but was staring at Qing Yi on the operating table, who was in a critical condition.
Ignoring the nurse's advice, the drunkard staggered forward.
He dared not look at Qing Yi, covered in blood, but his eyes couldn't help it.
The glaring redness almost burned his eyes.
"...How is he doing?" the drunkard asked weakly, his voice trembling.
He could see Qing Yi's condition, but the doctor who had examined him knew better.
"Very serious, multiple internal bleeding, the worst is the brain. He needs immediate rescue."
"How confident are you?"
