The hospital room was in chaos. The medical staff worked methodically to resuscitate the patient, whose heartbeat and pulse had stopped, trying to wrest a young life from death's grasp.
"One milligram of epinephrine!"
"Prepare to defibrillate!"
Yet five minutes passed... then ten, and the line on the cardiac monitor remained flat, without a single fluctuation.
In the end, they could not save him.
"March 15, 20XX, 11:58 a.m., Beijing time. Resuscitation was unsuccessful. The patient is confirmed dead."
"We're very sorry. We couldn't save him. Please accept our condolences."
The doctors and nurses all left. Only the three members of the Jiang Family and Fu Yanli remained in the room, along with Jiang Xun, who lay on the hospital bed without breath or heartbeat.
Deng Shu fell to her knees beside the bed, clutching her younger son's body, which had lost its warmth, utterly overcome with grief.
"Xiao Xun, my child... don't abandon Mommy. Come back, please. Mommy's begging you..."
Jiang Shiyuan and Jiang Huaijin were also sobbing too hard to speak.
Lin Jian rushed over from outside after hearing the news, only to find this scene. He stood frozen in the doorway, covering his mouth as he broke into uncontrollable sobs.
Before long, Deng Shu fainted from being too distraught.
The room descended into chaos again, and Jiang Shiyuan hurriedly called a doctor over.
Fu Yanli stood silently beside the bed. Everything happening around him seemed to have nothing to do with him. His mind was blank, and the world before his eyes had faded from color to black and white.
His expression was almost numb as he stared at the person lying on the bed. Jiang Xun looked as though he were asleep, quiet and sweet.
Fu Yanli slowly shook his head. Huge tears slipped silently