The anesthesiologist kept his eyes fixed on the equipment while his hands worked rhythmically to make adjustments. Meanwhile, the surgeon was clearly under the greatest pressure. Although he had performed similar surgeries many times before, this was the first time he had faced such an unexpected complication alone. His heart raced, and beads of sweat began to drip steadily down his face.
Standing to the side, the two observers were watching the procedure with intense anxiety. Du Liming, in particular, while unfamiliar with surgical protocols, could sense a sudden shift in the atmosphere the moment the nurse recited a set of figures. The mood in the operating room instantly became heavy and grim. Even though the doctors and nurses continued their work in an orderly fashion, someone as much of an outsider as Du Liming could tell that something was wrong. He gripped Feng Qingqing’s hand tightly.
Unlike Du Liming, Feng Qingqing was a doctor who had participated in many surgeries of varying scales back at the Nanjiang County Hospital. She immediately grasped the gravity of the situation. When the nurse reported those numbers, her heart sank. She realized at once that things were taking a turn for the worse: the systolic pressure was dropping while the heart rate spiked—a clear sign of rapid, massive blood loss. If the bleeding could be stopped in time, it might be manageable, but if not, the consequences would be catastrophic. Old Madam Du’s life was in grave danger.
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