Because Yu Zhiming can grasp the patient's real-time physical status without looking at these data.

Wang Chunyuan set his sights on Yu Zhiming again.

With his eyes slightly closed, he stood motionless beside the operating table like a sculpture. He could only push the guide wire into the patient's body with a slight twist of his fingers at a constant speed.

To be honest, Wang Chunyuan would not accept this operation. Even if the patient and his family repeatedly assured him that if anything went wrong, he would not be held responsible.

Because he has no certainty of success, even if he succeeds in the end, it is just a blind cat running into a dead mouse, and it is purely luck.

Treating illnesses and saving lives requires luck, but that is based on a 70% or 80% certainty, plus a little bit of luck.

Relying purely on luck, the probability of failure is 99%.

Wang Chunyuan turned his attention to the old man on the operating table again, and couldn't help but think of his daughter.

And Cui Zhitan, who asked him to come here to take precautions.

Wang Chunyuan could feel that Cui Zhitan must have made some determination this time.
Chapter completed!