By the fourth hour of Fu Liang's treatment, he finally made the cruel realization that no matter how precious the medicine and equipment, they couldn't slow the pace of Rong Zhi's organ and nerve failure.
This condition was simply beyond the reach of modern medical technology.
But the person lying on the bed was a disciple he cherished like a daughter. Even if hope was slim, he had to continue!
Until a piercing "beep—" echoed through the room.
Fu Liang's hand injecting the medication froze.
Everyone fell silent, the second floor of the villa resonated with what could now be called a sound of utter despair.
The lines on the heart monitor screen turned flat for a second.
Bai Su clenched the syringe tightly, his throat felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand.
He closed his eyes, suppressing the dark emotions within his gaze, released the syringe and quietly watched the silently unconscious girl.
