Chương 361: How Could They Have Left without Stitching up?

And finally, the patient's chest was cut open.

"Peng, Dr. Liao." Then, both doctors standing at each side of the patient's torso had worked together to pry the rib cage apart.

Jiang Tingxu set the chainsaw aside, and the visceral noise finally vanished. When his heart laid bare, they had reconfirmed their diagnosis.

Deng Peng gasped and hissed. "Atherosclerosis."

Mr. Ni's current situation was grave. The penetrating aortic ulcer forming on the wall had been ruptured due to hypertension, tearing the initially thick aortic wall into two layers. The aorta was now only left with a thin outer membrane, and there was a high risk of sudden death due to aortic rupture.

Once the aorta had ruptured, no surgery or treatment in the world would be able to save Mr. Ni. The doctors were unsure if his current condition was a blessing or hell. Because he was so close—so close to flatlining.

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