Kapitel 840: Blood Sprayed Onto The Room

Zhao Yunlong's hand was very steady. This was something that a surgeon and an interventional surgeon had to have.

However, after the sixth puncture failed, his hand began to tremble involuntarily.

The patient continued to vomit blood. The anesthetist and the doctors from the Department of Digestive Medicine were all wearing lead clothing. As time passed, the patient's blood pressure continued to drop.

The time left for him...

...was not much!

Zhao Yunlong took a deep breath, trying to calm down.

He raised his head and turned his neck, wanting to move a little to ease his nervous state and be successful with the next needle puncture, although he knew that this possibility was very slim.

But what could he do?