Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 868

"Beep-"

The instrument suddenly issued an alarm, and Larry, who was in a light sleep, was instantly awakened. He saw that the lines on the instrument were gradually becoming calm—cardiac arrest.

Larry had never been so flustered in his life. He quickly opened the door and shouted, "Doctor! Doctor!"

The doctor who was on duty immediately rubbed his eyes and ran over nervously. When he saw the values on the ECG machine, his face was very ugly. "No cardiac electrical activity seen... The patient is in total cardiac arrest. Prepare for ventricular pacing. Quick!"

The people in the observation ward immediately fell on their backs. Larry took a deep breath and leaned against the window. He didn't interfere with the rescue of the medical staff. He was so annoyed that he wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he didn't dare to leave the ward for a moment. He was afraid that once he left, he would never see Harold again.

sent away many

was like a shadow, almost normal. On the first mission of team C133, Larry had sent away two teammates. After each mission, there was a chance of witnessing death. In the past, he didn't feel much about it when he was young. Maybe at that time, he felt from the bottom of his heart that it would also happen o him sooner or later. In a certain mission, he would die after he got shot by bullets or stabbed by daggers, or an explosion or more cruel

the more they were afraid of parting. When he was 20 years old and watched Valeri die, he suddenly realized that even if he was ready to die, he would not be numb to death.

all kinds of instruments inserted into his body. The doctors were sweating and trying to see the lines on the

best friend would pass away today. It was just like eight years ago when he watched Valeri fall in front of him with his eyes

doctor burst into cheers. "There's a heartbeat... there's a

took two deep breaths, and said to the doctor, "I'm going out to smoke a cigarette. Keep

The doctor nodded quickly.

area and took out a lighter, but his hands were trembling. It took him a

corridor was ablaze with cold lights, and the orange light was particularly eye­catching. Larry closed his eyes and let the nicotine and tar calm down his restless mood. When the cigarette was about to burn out, the doctor came