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"..." Li Desheng tightly clung to Yan Xiaobao, seeing him as the last straw to save his life. Despite his anxiety and impatience, he had no choice but to remain silent and wait.
"Quick, save him first!" Xia Rou pushed Yan Xiaobao toward the operating table.
"This kid's illness is quite serious, it'll take some effort. Honestly, if it weren't for Rourou's sake, I wouldn't bother saving him." Yan Xiaobao stretched out his hand with noticeable impatience, pressing three points in succession: the space between Li Junkai's eyebrows, the center of his chest, and the lower abdomen/Dantian.
"Divine Doctor Yan, you..." Seeing Yan Xiaobao hold Xia Rou's hand, appearing to leave, Li Desheng panicked. "Didn't you say you would save my son? What's going on here?"
"Beep—beep—beep—" Suddenly, the sound from the vital sign monitor beside the surgery table returned to normal.
