Boss, Please Give Me A Break

Although the skin of the simulation mannequin was charred black by the electric current, the heart had recovered a weak fluctuation afterward.

Zheng Ren tried a few more times and finally determined that the power of the defibrillator was 323J.

It was the right amount of energy needed to restore the simulation mannequin's sinus rhythm heart while avoiding side damage as much as possible.

It was almost done. Next, he would do the coronary rotation grinding technique. As long as the patient's heart muscle restored its blood supply, everything would be fine.

Letting out a long sigh, Zheng Ren looked at the charred second rib on the right side of the sternum and the fourth rib on the left midaxillary line. He was also a little nervous.

Once the patient's family did not approve, these things could be considered life or death.

However, he still had to do what he had to do. Zheng Ren did not have any other good ideas.