A doctor stepped forward and said, "Mr. Lin."
His attitude toward Lin Xuan was clearly much better than before.
"Now that the patient's heartbeat and breathing have recovered, should we transfer her to a regular ward?"
"There's no rush. She can't be moved yet. Wait a bit longer."
Lin Xuan crossed his arms over his chest and said calmly, "Five more minutes."
Upon hearing this, the doctors' interest was piqued again.
Earlier, Lin Xuan had said there were ten seconds left, and right after he counted down to the last number, the patient's heartbeat and breathing had resumed.
This time, he said five minutes. They wondered what he meant by it.
The doctors stared at the clock hanging on the wall.
For the first time, they felt that time was passing incredibly slowly.
"There's one minute left," a younger doctor couldn't help but say. "What do you guys think Lin Xuan meant by these five minutes?"
"I have no idea either. Let's just wait and see. We'll find out soon enough."
The doctors continued to wait anxiously.
Lin Xuan, on the other hand, had his eyes closed, looking completely at ease.
The five-minute mark was fast approaching.
The doctors were all curious as to why Lin Xuan wasn't counting down this time.
The female nurses waiting outside the operating room watched Lin Xuan on the video monitor, their hearts racing one by one.
"I feel like Lin Xuan is so, so handsome, especially the way he looks like everything is completely under his control. It's just too cool."
"I think so too! I feel like my heart is going to leap out of my chest. If only the director had assigned me to go into the operating room to help with the recording, then I could have gotten up close to Lin Xuan."
A few male doctors saw the lovestruck expressions on the female nurses' faces.
"Have some self-respect!" they said, their tone sour with jealousy.
Just because this Lin Xuan knew how to act cool, he had completely mesmerized them.
Seeing Lin Xuan showing off like this, they didn't think he was amazing like those women did. They only found him extremely repulsive and good at seducing women.
Tick, tock—
The second hand of the clock on the wall continued to tick.
Finally.
Exactly five minutes had passed.
Every single doctor was staring at Zhao Mei on the hospital bed, anticipating what exactly was going to happen.
Lin Xuan stood up from his chair once again and walked over to the bed.
"Zhao Mei, you can get up now," Lin Xuan said.
The doctors' faces were filled with confusion.
Get up? What did he mean, get up?
Lin Xuan seemed to be speaking to the patient just now. Was he actually telling the patient to get out of bed?
Even if the patient could recover, she had just finished surgery. It was impossible for her to get out of bed so quickly, not to mention that she had been on the verge of death before the operation.
Next.
Under everyone's shocked gazes, Zhao Mei opened her eyes, and then, to their disbelief, she actually sat up on the bed.
The color in her face was more than ten times better than before.
"T-T-This—" A doctor pointed at Zhao Mei, his finger trembling. "After Lin Xuan told her to get up, she really, actually sat up."
"Someone who was about to die, whose blood was drained during the surgery, and whose heartbeat and breathing had stopped for an hour or two... she actually just sat up just like that."
If word of this got out, people would think it was made up.
It was simply unbelievable.
Many doctors were staring at Zhao Mei, unable to snap out of their daze for a long time.
Zhao Mei's gaze swept across the stark white operating room. "Where am I? Why are there so many doctors standing here? Have I gone to heaven?" she muttered to herself.
One doctor regained his senses. He stepped forward and asked, "Hello, Ms. Zhao. May I ask if you feel any discomfort anywhere?"
Zhao Mei shook her head and said, "I feel pretty good."
It was much better than the agony she had been suffering previously.
Wait.
Zhao Mei thought of something and froze.
It looked like she was in an operating room.
Zhao Mei frowned and asked, "Am I not dead?"
The doctor smiled and said, "Ms. Zhao, you are not dead. This gentleman saved you."
The doctor pointed at Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan nodded and said, "Hello, Miss Zhao. My name is Lin Xuan."
Zhao Mei had heard Nanny Zhao mention Lin Xuan before.
She asked, "Are you the eldest young master of the Lin family?"
Lin Xuan smiled and replied, "I used to be, but now I have severed ties with the Lin family. I am no longer a member of the Lin family. You can just call me Lin Xuan."
Zhao Mei said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I almost forgot about that."
She had also heard her mother talk about what happened to Lin Xuan in the Lin family.
It was probably for the best that he had left the Lin family.
Zhao Mei said gratefully, "Mr. Lin, thank you. Thank you for saving me."
The doctors watched Zhao Mei in utter shock the entire time.
When Zhao Mei had just been brought into the operating room, she clearly couldn't even speak. Now, she was conversing with others as if nothing had ever happened to her.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed it.
The way the doctors looked at Lin Xuan was as if they were looking at a treasure.
No wonder the hospital director had told them to come and observe Lin Xuan's surgery to learn from him.
This Lin Xuan was truly way too incredible.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they probably never would have imagined that someone could use such a bizarre method to save a dying leukemia patient—and have her sitting up like a perfectly healthy person less than twenty minutes after the surgery.
The hospital director saw through the video feed that Zhao Mei had woken up. Smiling, he pushed the door open and walked in.
He was holding a bowl of medicine in his hands. "Mr. Lin, this is the medicine you asked me to brew for the patient."
"Mm."
Lin Xuan nodded. "Feed it to her."
"Understood, Mr. Lin."
The hospital director personally fed the medicine to Zhao Mei.
Nanny Zhao also ran in. Seeing Zhao Mei safe and sound, her face filled with excitement.
"My daughter, you've really come back to life."
Even seeing it with her own eyes, she still felt like it was all a dream.
The doctors had clearly said she had at most a day or two left to live, but now, she looked perfectly fine.
A smile tugged at the corners of Zhao Mei's lips. "Mom, don't worry, I'm fine."
"Good, good, good, you're fine." Nanny Zhao nodded with a smile.
Dr. Chen had gone to the restroom halfway through. When he returned, he realized that everyone except Lin Qingxiu had gone into the operating room.
Dr. Chen sneered, "Lin Xuan, I'd like to see just how well you performed this surgery."
He walked up to the door.
He kept hearing doctors exclaiming, "So amazing! Lin Xuan is truly incredible. I'm afraid no one can compare to his medical skills."
"To survive after being placed in a deadly situation... This is my first time seeing this kind of treatment method, and also my first time seeing someone not die after their heart had stopped beating for a couple of hours. This was truly an eye-opener today."
Thank goodness the director had forced them to come observe and learn from Lin Xuan's surgery. Otherwise, if they had missed this operation, they would have regretted it for the rest of their lives.
Dr. Chen frowned.
Listening to the tone of these doctors, it sounded as if Lin Xuan had actually pulled the patient back from the gates of hell...
To find out the truth.
Dr. Chen squeezed through the crowd, and at a glance, he saw Zhao Mei sitting on the hospital bed.

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