Guan Yao tremblingly placed her fingertips against the old man's radial pulse, feeling it beat like a nearly exhausted hourglass—fainter and fainter until it finally fell completely silent.
"Pupils dilated, no spontaneous respiration."
Yè Lǐn's voice was low and calm. His black tactical-gloved hand gently brushed across the old man's wide-open eyes, slowly closing them.
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