Inside the hospital, amid the urgent wail of an ambulance siren, several nurses and doctors hurried outside. Before long, the nurses rushed back in, pushing a patient whose face had already turned purple.
Everyone, including Mo Jingchun and his group, automatically stepped aside.
Candy rose onto her tiptoes, curious to see, but Mo Jingchun covered her eyes with one hand. The patient's face was twisted in agony, and his complexion was purple. If a child saw that, she'd really have nightmares.
That also reminded Mo Jingchun of how, whenever a relative died when he was young, his parents never let him go near the coffin. By the time his father and mother passed away, he had no choice but to face it.
"Director Yang, the patient's blood oxygen is low, and his heart rate is dropping rapidly!"
"Tell the Operating Room to get ready for intubation."
Watching the patient being wheeled into the resuscitation room, Mo Jingchun shook his head and said, "Let's go."
The resuscitation room at the County Hospital was a place he never wanted to go near again, not even the emergency center. It was a place that made people feel hopeless. Three times he had waited outside the resuscitation room, and all three times he had left with a heavy heart.
His father, his mother, his grandfather—who would be next? Who knew? No one knew whether an accident or tomorrow would come first. Mo Jingchun made sure Candy didn't look toward the emergency center. Candy understood everything.
After waiting in line for around ten minutes, Candy sat on a chair, carefree, swinging her legs. She watched the nurses chatting and laughing nearby with wide-eyed curiosity. What were they talking about that had them so happy?
Curious, Candy got up and ran over to eavesdrop for a