After a dozen minutes, Nangong Xu returned.
As he stepped into the medical room, his chest was still heaving, and slightly heavy breaths escaped from his mouth.
"Master." Baili Xia softly called out, quickly standing up to give him her seat.
Nangong Xu nodded, walked over, and firmly grasped Xiaoxiao's wrist.
"Her hand moved just now, I felt it."
"Is she about to wake up?"
Nangong Xu did not respond, his fingers resting on Xiaoxiao's pulse, gently probing.
His brow furrowed slightly, eyes slightly closed, fearing he might miss even the slightest sensation.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, walked over to those connected machines, and began operating them.
The screen images changed continuously with his actions, displaying different data collection records on the screen.
Finally, the image froze on a complex waveform chart.
Baili Xia saw his gaze locked onto the screen, no longer moving, and asked, "Is there any discovery?"
