In the ICU,
Qin Feng and Zhou Xianren arrived outside the monitoring room together.
"Old Zhou, Xiaoxin, what brings you here tonight?"
Director Qi, who was on duty tonight in the ICU, was quite surprised to see the two of them.
"I'm here to check on Chai Zhongjun. How is he doing?"
Qin Feng looked through the glass at the hospital bed inside the room and asked with a smile.
"Rest assured, he's doing well. The surgery was very successful, and he's recovering nicely now."
Director Qi nodded, looking quite satisfied, and suddenly turned his head curiously to look at him,
"I must say, for a ruptured aorta to recover so well after two and a half hours is truly a miracle! Oh, by the way, I heard from Zhang Fan from cardiothoracic surgery that you used acupuncture to keep this patient alive?"
"Acupuncture to keep him alive? What's going on?"
At this, even Zhou Xianren was taken aback, casting a surprised look as well.
