Kristel saw what he was thinking and followed his lead, leaning over and kissing the corner of his mouth.

Under normal circumstances, he would definitely not do such a thing in front of so many people, but now, who cares.

After a while, Yun Wushu was transferred to the operating room. He was conscious, but his body looked extremely weak.

Lin Chen stood beside him, his eyes firm: "Star Lord, we are ready."

"Let's begin." Yun Wushu's voice was low and hoarse, but every word was powerful.

The lights in the operating room were turned to the brightest, and Lin Chen began to direct the team to carry out the stem cell transfusion process.

"Prepare for the transfusion." Lin Chen's voice echoed clearly in the operating room.

The nurse connected the cold pack to the central venous line and slowly adjusted the speed of the infusion pump.

Accompanied by a slight "tick-tick" sound, cellular fluid began to be injected into the body of Yunwushu drop by drop.

"The hematopoietic stem cell infusion rate should not exceed 20 ml per hour to ensure maximum cell activity." Lin Chen gave calm instructions while operating.

Lin Chen stared at the data on the instrument screen, monitoring the patient's vital signs and infusion speed at all times.

The operating room was silent, with only the ticking of instruments and the fluctuating sound of the ECG monitor echoing.

The transfusion process lasted for more than two hours, and everyone held their breath until the last drop of cell fluid was successfully injected into the body.

"The infusion is complete, start monitoring." Lin Chen took off his gloves and looked away from the instrument.

Outside, Chrisel stared at the window of the ward with burning eyes, and her heartbeat seemed to be closely intertwined with the ticking sounds of the instruments.

He felt a deep sense of worry with every fluctuation and every alarm.