The minutes ticked by mercilessly.
Waiting outside an operating room was a unique kind of torture.
Before anyone realized it, three agonizing hours had passed.
Just then,
the heart monitors suddenly shrieked with rapid, blaring alarms.
Dr. Smith's face went stark white. "Damn it! The arterial tear is hemorrhaging again!"
Professor Vance, monitoring the vitals, panicked. "Blood pressure is plummeting! Heart rate just dropped past the critical threshold!"
"What happened? Everything was perfectly stable! Why did the tear rupture again?!"
Serena's pupils contracted. She swept her gaze over the raw data. "Mr. Langford, seal the meridian nodes! Now!"
She fired off several critical pressure points in rapid succession.
Mr. Langford didn't waste a second, expertly driving the needles into place.
Serena continued scanning the monitors. "The original plan was a week of the Medicinal Tonic and acupuncture to build up his physical resilience for this surgery. But... this was an emergency. And his collapse was clearly triggered by a foreign chemical substance. That compromised his tolerance."
"Miss Serena, what do we do?" Dr. Smith's hands flew as he desperately tried to clamp the bleed, but his movements slowed as panic set in, his face growing paler. "I can't find the source! The hemorrhage is flooding the entire surgical field!"
Under these conditions, stopping the bleeding was impossible!
A hemorrhage of this magnitude during cranial surgery was effectively a death sentence.
Even this assembly of top-five global surgeons found themselves frozen in terror.
There was too much blood, and zero visibility. No matter how godly their technical skills were, they couldn't clamp an artery they couldn't see.

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