C603 Treatment

Two fingers on the pulse, the weak heartbeat almost made Zhao Sanjin feel the root of the tooth in front of him. He was a dead man. That pulse that was beating less than twenty times per minute could be said to be the first time Zhao Sanjin had seen it in his life.

Of course, the heart was just a problem. He didn't know if it was possible or not. It was a big problem