Futile Resuscitation

Exceptionally piercing. ... The people behind Old Meng froze. They stared blankly at Old Meng. Only when Old Meng staggered to his feet did they react. "Oh my god..." "Is that his child?" "...How tragic..." "I can't bear to watch." ... Old Meng ran. ... His shoes splashed through the pool of blood, leaving a shocking sight. ... Old Meng didn't care about the blood covering the ground. With a thud, he dropped to his knees beside the child. "X-Xiao Jun..." Old Meng's voice was hoarse to the extreme. It trembled violently. He was so hard to understand that people could barely make out what he was saying. ... Old Meng reached out with a trembling hand. Fear gripped his heart. He felt as if he couldn't breathe. ... "Xiao Jun..." Big tears fell from Old Meng's eyes. "Why are you lying on the ground?" "Daddy told you..." "The ground is dirty." Old Meng's hand touched the child's bare arm. Old Meng shuddered all over. Then he gripped the child's arm tightly. It was still warm! The next second, he hurriedly let go. He couldn't hurt the child! ... Still warm... Old Meng hurriedly looked at the child's face. His pupils contracted sharply. The child's face was covered in blood. ... Old Meng instinctively used his clothes to wipe the blood from the child's face. A few seconds later, Old Meng remembered something and stopped. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, he moved his hand toward the child's nose. ... After a long while... N-no? Nothing? Old Meng couldn't believe it. He leaned closer to the child. His tears fell onto the child's face. They mixed with the blood and ran down. ... His fingers trembled violently. He bit down hard on his lip in frustration. Instantly, a sharp pain swept