Wang Fang was not idle on his end either, picking up pen and paper to meticulously record the patient's current mental state. As he wrote, he observed the blood pressure and blood oxygen monitoring device placed by the bed. The numbers on the instrument were dropping at a steady pace.
The breath of the patient on the bed gradually grew weak, the rise and fall of his chest slowing down while becoming wider and deeper, as if he might breathe his last at any moment.
Even so, Wang Fang showed no sign of hurry, as though all of this was well within his expectations. He raised his arm to check the time.
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