Is She Completely Dead

All in all, the patient's heartbeat had been stopped for nearly two hours, and her breathing had been stopped for just as long.

Usually, someone in this condition would be dead beyond saving.

He simply couldn't imagine how her heartbeat could recover after two hours of having no breath and no pulse.

"You'll know in a moment," Lin Xuan smiled.

"Everyone can take a short break now," Lin Xuan said.

"Alright, Mr. Lin." The doctors nodded in agreement.

They looked at Lin Xuan in confusion.

Seeing Lin Xuan looking so calm, could it be that there really was no problem?

Seeing Lin Xuan stop, the nurse recording the video panned the camera to glance at him before focusing it back on Zhao Mei.

Outside the operating room, the doctors watching the video feed with the hospital director saw Lin Xuan sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, playing on his phone. One of them couldn't help but say, "Is Lin Xuan playing on his phone?"

Normally, everyone would be incredibly busy during a surgery, and only the anesthesiologist would have some free time.

For someone like Lin Xuan, the chief surgeon, to be sitting there leisurely playing on his phone was truly unbelievable.

"It looks like he's playing on his phone..." another doctor nodded.

Dr. Chen gave a cold snort.

"He's neglecting his duties. This is far too frivolous, truly too frivolous."

It would be a miracle if someone like Lin Xuan could actually cure the patient.

Hearing their conversation, Lin Qingxiu's mood calmed down slightly.

It seemed that Xiao Xuan wouldn't be able to cure the patient after all.

Thank goodness.

The director smiled and said, "On the contrary, I feel that Lin Xuan calmly playing on his phone proves he is confident in what he's doing."

Dr. Chen couldn't help but ask, "Director, why do you trust Lin Xuan so much?"

He asked the exact same question the nurse had asked earlier.

The director smiled and said, "Because Lin Xuan is a medical prodigy."

For other doctors, being able to master the treatment of a single major disease would already be considered impressive.

However, Lin Xuan had practiced medicine at their hospital three times, and each time he treated a patient with a different terminal illness, he had managed to cure them.

This leukemia patient's condition was extremely severe, and the other doctors were out of options. Perhaps only a miracle could save the patient.

And Lin Xuan was exactly the kind of person who could create miracles.

A doctor retorted, "Director, even a medical prodigy needs enough time to study medicine. Clinical surgeries also require rich experience. But Lin Xuan is only in his early twenties. He has to go to school and manage a company. Where would he find the time to delve so deeply into medicine?"

The director was being far too protective of Lin Xuan.

Anyone who didn't know better would have thought Lin Xuan was his son.

"Yes, what you've said would be unimaginable for anyone else, but with Lin Xuan, nothing is impossible," the director said with a smile.

To be honest, he was also very curious about how Lin Xuan's medical skills had become so incredibly advanced.

He always had the feeling that Lin Xuan had some kind of cheat ability. For example, perhaps the heavens had granted him an innate medical talent, or maybe he had some secret pocket dimension where he could study, with time flowing very, very slowly inside.

These were all things found in novels.

But reality was reality, and he had to believe in science. There shouldn't be anything so mysterious in this world.

Seeing the director defend Lin Xuan with his words, Dr. Chen figured that Lin Xuan must have used some rhetoric to completely fool the director.

He shook his head.

Forget it.

When Zhao Mei truly died on the operating table, the director would realize that Lin Xuan was nothing but a deceptive fraud.

Time ticked by, minute by minute, second by second.

Another ten minutes passed.

Lin Xuan finally put down his phone.

The doctors who had been leaning against the wall, drowsy, instantly stood up straight when they saw Lin Xuan move.

"Mr. Lin, are you preparing to wake the patient up?" a doctor asked.

"Yes," Lin Xuan nodded. "It's about time she woke up. She still needs to take her medicine later."

Take medicine?

The doctors exchanged bewildered looks.

Even if the patient wasn't dead, she had barely been able to speak before the surgery.

Could she really still drink medicine?

Forget it.

They would know if Lin Xuan truly had any skill by seeing whether the patient could wake up later.

Lin Xuan walked up to the operating table and checked on Zhao Mei's condition.

He nodded.

The surgery was quite successful; there shouldn't be any unexpected complications now.

Lin Xuan pulled the silver needles out of Zhao Mei's body, one by one.

A doctor asked, "Mr. Lin, will the patient wake up once the silver needles are removed?"

"Yes," Lin Xuan nodded. "That's right."

Lin Xuan continued pulling out the silver needles.

The doctors held their breath.

They genuinely hoped that Lin Xuan could save the patient. If Lin Xuan could cure this leukemia patient, it would give other leukemia patients more hope of survival.

However, looking at the current situation, getting her to recover would be very, very difficult.

Soon, all thirty-plus silver needles were pulled out by Lin Xuan.

But Zhao Mei still showed no signs of movement.

A doctor stepped forward and began to check Zhao Mei's breathing and heartbeat.

He shook his head. "There are still no signs of life."

"Also, her body is very cold, no different from a dead person's."

These words reached the ears of the doctors watching the video outside.

Those doctors started discussing among themselves. "Lin Xuan said the patient would be fine once the silver needles were pulled out. Now they've been removed, but she still hasn't woken up. It seems the patient has died on the operating table."

"Yeah, I thought Lin Xuan's confident demeanor meant he could actually save the patient, but... I was overthinking it."

"Sigh, it's just a pity for the patient, having to die in such a painful way."

Dr. Chen's first reaction was to look at Nanny Zhao.

Nanny Zhao thought her daughter had already passed away. She couldn't even stand steady. If Butler Wang hadn't been supporting her, she would probably have collapsed onto the floor by now.

"My daughter is gone, my daughter is gone..."

She looked completely devastated, tears continuously streaming down her face.

Butler Wang's brows were tightly furrowed.

"This doesn't make sense. How is this possible?" Butler Wang muttered.

He knew Young Master Lin's temperament very well. He would never do something unless he was one hundred percent certain.

Since he was willing to step in and save Lanzhi's daughter, the surgery should have been successful.

"Lanzhi."

Butler Wang comforted her, "Young Master Lin hasn't come out of the operating room yet. Just wait a little longer and see."

Nanny Zhao, her face pale, said, "I know my daughter's condition very well. It's impossible to save her. I was just being delusional before."

She could tell that the Young Master had already done his best.

She didn't blame the Young Master for not being able to save her daughter.

Butler Wang didn't know how else to comfort Nanny Zhao.

He could only stay quietly by Nanny Zhao's side, keeping her company.