"That person has been inside for a long time now, does he actually have a method? If not, he should come out quickly and stop wasting time here," someone said.
"For the patient, every extra minute of delay means one more minute of life-threatening danger."
"Humph! That wet-behind-the-ears kid, even if he started learning medicine from the womb, how skilled can he really be? Any one of us here, if taken at random, is a renowned figure across the country."
"That's true. We are considered the ceiling of the domestic medical community. If none of us has a solution, what good method could a young kid like him possibly have?"
In the crowd, Ye Zhen's gaze was heavy, and his complexion so somber that it seemed water might drip from it. Chu Yang hadn't made a move for so long; Ye Zhen had already started to prepare for the worst.
It wasn't just the people inside the hospital who were fraught with anxiety.