"Damn, it's getting bad..."
"The patient's blood pressure is dropping rapidly, and the heart has stopped beating. What should we do?"
"Defibrillation..."
"It's not working, Rong Jinchen, there's still no heartbeat!"
"Ah! Massive haemorrhage, Ah! It's too late, we're running out of time, Ah..."
"No, don't, don't..."
In the middle of the screams, Gu Qianqian woke up in a cold sweat from the nanny vehicle, gasping heavily. Her face pale and ashen...."
Next to her, her agent, Yu Xiajing, rushed over anxiously and handed her a tissue to wipe her sweat while worryingly asked, "What's the matter? Another nightmare?"
"Mmm!"
She nodded, the look in her eyes still terrified. There were some things that, no matter how many years passed, could still tug at the deepest fears in her heart.
These years, whenever she became anxious or exceptionally exhausted, she would have a dream: a failed surgery, and she would watch Lu Zhanbei bleed out and die before her eyes.
