If I Don’t Let Go, Not Even the King of Hell Can Take Her

Wen Xin placed her hand on the patient's wrist, feeling a weak pulse. She doubted the patient would survive until the ambulance arrived.

Just then, she noticed a pen lying on the ground. She picked it up and disinfected it with alcohol from a nearby bottle.

The people around her were puzzled by Wen Xin's actions. Someone wanted to ask, but Wen Xin spoke first: "The patient has a blood clot in the chest that needs immediate drainage. Please help me cut open the patient's clothes. I'll handle the procedure."

"Young lady, if you do this and the patient dies, it won't be considered an accidental death anymore!" A professor grabbed Wen Xin's wrist to stop her, worried that the patient's family could accept an accidental death but not one caused by improper rescue efforts. He wanted to save Wen Xin from jeopardizing her future.