Me! A high-ranking official!

The attending physician leading the group frowned under his mask and gave the young doctor a slightly reproachful look. Everyone knew perfectly well that the patient had been clinically declared dead more than ten minutes ago. The fact that he was on the machine now was just a formality due to the strong administrative pressure from the family. Since the person was already dead, let the family do whatever they wanted, whatever miracle drugs they wanted to feed him. If they went up to stop them now, what if the family vented their resentment about the person dying on the machine on the hospital afterwards? Who could bear that responsibility?

No one dared to stop them anymore.

Zhao Jianguo carefully pried open Zhou Qingyan's bloodless lips and inserted the large pill, about the size of a longan, into them.

As soon as he put it in, he was actually quite worried. Zhou Qingyan had completely lost her swallowing reflex and wasn't even breathing. With such a large pill stuck in her throat, forget about bringing her back to life; it would probably just block her trachea.

But then a miraculous thing happened.

The moment the dark golden pill touched Zhou Qingyan's saliva, it melted away like ice and snow, instantly transforming into an extremely rich and warm medicinal liquid that flowed smoothly down her throat and into her stomach!

He was secretly amazed, and his confidence, which had only been three points, instantly rose to seven points. He began to have a strong expectation for the products of the Treasure Bowl.

He stared intently at Zhou Qingyan on the hospital bed. Not only him, but Zhou Mingyuan also squeezed to the bedside, even deliberately slowing his breathing, afraid of missing even the slightest change in his sister.

Apart from the rhythmic pressing of the machines, the emergency room was eerily quiet.

A minute passed...

Two minutes have passed...

Five minutes have passed...

The person in the hospital bed remained lifeless, and the lines on the monitor remained glaringly straight during the brief intervals when the machine was raised.

Beads of cold sweat streamed down Zhou Mingyuan's forehead. His hope was slowly being swallowed by despair. He abruptly turned, grabbed Zhao Jianguo by the collar, and growled urgently and violently, "Why isn't it working yet?! Zhao Jianguo, are you playing me? If you dare to lie to me with something like this, I'll kill you to avenge my sister!"

He glanced at him coldly, pushed his hand away forcefully, and said nothing.

Actually, he was also sweating profusely, his heart pounding. The system description of the Great Rejuvenation Pill only said that it could save those who were seriously injured and on the verge of death, but it didn't say whether it could save those who were already dead! Zhou Qingyan's condition was already considered dead in medical terms. He was also worried about whether this pill could defy fate and snatch him back from the clutches of death.

Another long and agonizing few minutes passed.

Zhou Qingyan remained completely still. If it weren't for the CPR machine tirelessly working, forcibly pulling the electrocardiogram to show slight fluctuations, this body would have been cold long ago.

Zhou Mingyuan grew increasingly agitated, pacing back and forth by the bed like a caged wild animal, muttering nervously, "Why isn't anything happening... Zhao Jianguo, did your medicine even work? Is it expired? Huh?!"

Just as Zhou Mingyuan was about to completely break down and was about to lash out at Zhao Jianguo again.

"what?"

An anesthesiologist standing at the foot of the bed, staring at the monitoring equipment, suddenly let out a surprised exclamation. He rushed to the front of the monitor, his eyes wide as he stared intently at the screen.

Just then, the monitor suddenly emitted a rapid "buzzing" alarm!

This alarm sound was completely different from the previous straight-line alarm. Several attending physicians nearby were startled by the noise, dropped what they were doing, and quickly gathered around.

When they saw the data on the screen, the faces of several seasoned emergency room doctors changed drastically, as if they were witnessing the most unbelievable scene in the world!

"What's wrong?!" Seeing the doctors' exaggerated reaction, Zhou Mingyuan's heart, which had sunk to the bottom, suddenly skipped a beat, and a surge of joy welled up inside him. He rushed over and asked, "What happened? Is there any hope?!"

The anesthesiologist pointed at the screen, his voice trembling with extreme shock: "The patient's ROSC has recovered?!"

"How is this possible?!" The attending physician was filled with disbelief. A critically ill patient who had been declared clinically dead for more than half an hour due to massive abdominal bleeding and had gone into shock had miraculously regained a heartbeat without any blood transfusion or surgery?!

He even suspected that the old monitor was malfunctioning, so he reached out and patted the machine's casing heavily, and then checked the electrode pads attached to Zhou Qingyan's body again.

"Director! It's not a machine problem!" a young nurse exclaimed excitedly. "It seems she's really recovered! Her heart rate and blood pressure are back up! Although they're still low, it's definitely the waveform she's producing herself!"

"She really came back to life?!"

Upon hearing this definitive answer, Zhou Mingyuan burst into tears, almost jumping up with excitement. Pointing at the machine still pressing on Zhou Qingyan's chest, he shouted, "What are you all standing there for! Stop this lousy machine! Now that he's alive, if you keep pressing it, you'll ruin his perfectly healthy heart!"

"No!" The attending physician, having recovered from his initial shock, decisively refused. "Although the patient's heart rate and blood pressure have returned to normal, they are still very weak and borderline dangerous! We must continue mechanical chest compressions for another minute or two to help the heart maintain its pumping function and prevent another cardiac arrest!"

Zhou Mingyuan knew he was a layman in medicine. Although he felt sorry for his sister being tortured by the machine, he didn't care about anything else as long as she was alive. He obediently shut his mouth and stepped aside, staring at Zhou Qingyan on the hospital bed with a look of surprise.

Whether it was a placebo effect or the medicine was truly working its magic, Zhou Mingyuan was astonished to find that a faint trace of color was slowly appearing on his sister's originally deathly pale face!

Upon hearing the doctor confirm that his breathing and heartbeat had returned, Zhao Jianguo, who was standing to the side, finally let out a long breath of stale air.

He won that 500 million yuan gamble!

He turned to look at Zhou Mingyuan, who was trembling with excitement, and said calmly, his tone returning to its usual placid tone, "Zhou Mingyuan, I've brought him back for you. Remember your promise!"

Zhou Mingyuan's body stiffened abruptly, and half of the ecstasy on his face instantly froze.

Yes, he signed the contract to buy this life-saving medicine for a staggering 500 million! His current personal savings plus any working capital he can use only amount to a little over 200 million, leaving a huge gap of half the 500 million needed.

But after a brief moment of stiffness, Zhou Mingyuan took a deep breath and turned his gaze back to his sister, who was regaining her life on the hospital bed.

As long as Xiao Yan can survive and preserve the Zhou family's political seedling at the grassroots level, even if it means selling everything we own, these 500 million yuan would be worth it!