Zhang Shili unbuttoned Lin Chaodong's clothes, feeling the pinholes over Lin Chaodong's heart. Soon, a look of shock emerged in his eyes.
"Could it be ..."
"Impossible, that acupuncture technique had long been lost."
Although Lin Luoluo did not know what Zhang Shili was talking about, she saw a glimmer of hope and continued to plead:
"Doctor Zhang, my friend said that as long as we can preserve my grandfather's breath for ten minutes, he can definitely save my grandfather."
"Please, Doctor Zhang."
A gleam of light flashed in Zhang Shili's eyes.
"Did your friend really say that?"
"Yes," Lin Luoluo nodded hastily.
"Beep—"
Just then, a sharp warning sound came from Lin Chaodong's heart rate monitor.
Lin Chaodong's heart rate had completely flatlined.
"Grandpa!!!"
Lin Wanhao and Bai Yuzhen had already begun to wail.
Lin Luoluo knelt down, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Doctor Zhang, please."
Zhang Shili clenched his teeth and said,