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Ling Xiaoxiao struggled to make her way through the dark crowd, her ears filled with noisy conversations and noise.

She heard what each of them said and could understand the pain and despair they felt deep in their hearts at that moment.

It's unbelievable that a healthy woman went to the hospital to give birth, but passed away due to a rare amniotic fluid embolism. It's really a pity.

Although doctors and nurses have tried their best to save the lives of their loved ones, for most people, the death of their loved ones is still too much to bear.

In the corridor of the delivery room, flames of anger spread, and the families of Wu Zhihong and Yumei cursed and swore. All this is understandable. After all, emotions need to find an outlet to vent.

In an instant, Xiaoxiao felt a huge pressure pressing heavily on her body.

She realized that she was shouldering a sacred and important mission. As the saying goes, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda."

Looking at the expectant eyes in front of her, she felt as if she had become a savior in everyone's eyes.

These poor patients' families are in dire straits, longing for redemption, hoping that she can save Yumei's dying life.

So, Ling Xiaoxiao resolutely pushed open the first door of the delivery room.

The normally neat and tidy isolation changing area was now in a mess, with clothes scattered randomly on the ground, looking messy.

When she pushed open the second door, the scene that came into her sight made her wonder: the back door of the delivery room was actually open.

This back door is connected to the stairs at the rear and is rarely opened. Only the cleaning lady occasionally uses this passage when she is at work.

What is going on? Why is this door opened?

Doctor Liu, Sister Hong and nurse Jianping all showed expressions of surprise when they saw Ling Xiaoxiao suddenly appear.

"Doctor Ling, didn't you get off work a long time ago?" Nurse Jianping asked curiously. Her usual smiling face disappeared, and she was exhausted by this patient.

Ling Xiaoxiao's heart was filled with guilt and self-blame. She fiddled with her hair and stammered as she explained:

"I... I just went out to drink a glass of milk, and then I felt too tired, so I lay on the table to rest for a while... I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have come in so late."

In fact, no one cared whether she came or not, because it was not within her scope of responsibility.

Her voice became lower and lower, as if she was the child who had made a mistake and was apologizing sincerely.

Looking inside through the glass of the delivery room, Yumei was still lying quietly on the delivery bed, but all the medical staff had already evacuated.

The ECG monitoring equipment originally used to monitor vital signs has been dismantled, the fibrillation machine has disappeared, even the oxygen cylinders have stopped supplying oxygen, and the IV bottles used for infusions have disappeared.

He was even covered with a white cloth, even his face. Is there really no hope? Is everything Wu Zhihong said true?

Ling Xiaoxiao always felt that what Wu Zhihong said was just the doctor explaining the patient's condition to the patient's family, and it did not mean that Yumei had really passed away.

But when she saw this scene with her own eyes, she realized that the medical staff had given up on treating Yumei. She was probably dead and there was no way to save her life.

Ling Xiaoxiao was filled with endless guilt. Did she really miss the best time to rescue Yumei?

You know, she already had an excellent miracle medical system. If she could have used it in time, perhaps the outcome would have been completely different.

But now, it was too late. She was filled with remorse and regretted why she fell into a deep sleep after drinking that glass of milk. What had happened?

"The patient is dying." Dr. Liu said with a frustrated look on her face. She saw the sadness and despair on Ling Xiaoxiao's face.

"What do you mean? Gone? Not going to try to rescue him anymore?" Ling Xiaoxiao felt as if a basin of icy water was pouring down from the top of her head, soaking her whole body and chilling her to the bone.

"Yes, in fact, she was already dying when the Xuchan machine was used, but we all hoped for a miracle. We've been rescuing her for more than an hour, but there's no improvement. There are bleeding spots all over her body, and DIC has already appeared." Doctor Liu explained very weakly.

She thought about her day's duty, from helping Yumei get admitted to the hospital, observing the labor process, cesarean section, rescue, to giving up treatment. She was there all the way, but the patient was already beyond help and all her efforts were in vain.

So she was in a depressed mood and couldn't eat.

I feel really guilty inside. But what's the use? The death of the patient means poor medical technology and failure to the family members.

"Doctor Ling, don't you have spiritual power? Please help her." The young nurse Jianping said anxiously.

"What spiritual power?" Doctor Liu looked at Ling Xiaoxiao with a puzzled look, and a hint of curiosity flashed in her eyes. Her big round eyes stared at the other person, trying to find the answer.

"Well, Jianping, where are the other doctors?" Ling Xiaoxiao asked quickly.

"The patients' relatives outside were making too much noise. They all left through the back door. Who wouldn't be afraid of being beaten by those people? Many of the patients' relatives nowadays are irrational." Sister Hong replied helplessly.

"I'll go in and take a look." Ling Xiaoxiao was so anxious that she wanted to rush into the delivery room immediately. She secretly told herself that she must do her best to treat the patient.

"System Cat Xiaoxia, why didn't you wake me up? Yumei, can she be saved? How could she become like this?"

"Ah...here, are you asleep? I don't know, but she can still be saved."

When Ling Xiaoxiao heard the last sentence, she was so excited that tears almost came out of her eyes.

A surge of hope surged in her heart, as if she saw the dawn of hope that Yumei would wake up.

"Use the medicine you put in your nose and smell first." said Mao Xiaoxia.

"Okay, then let's use this first." Ling Xiaoxiao said with a little surprise.

"OK."

Ling Xiaoxiao had already walked quickly to the delivery bed and gently lifted the white cloth with her delicate hands.

The scene before her frightened her greatly. Yumei's face had turned completely black, with tiny bleeding spots appearing on it, and her lips were completely bloodless.

Ling Xiaoxiao saw her walk in with her own eyes. Although she was a new mother at that time, she was accompanied by her husband, with a shy look on her face, a rosy complexion, and full of energy.

But now it has become like this...

It was so scary that Ling Xiaoxiao couldn't help but put her hands on her chest, trying to control her accelerated heartbeat, as if she was afraid that it would jump out of her mouth.

The three of them were still sitting outside and did not come in. They must have given up any hope for Yumei, so they didn't want to come in and see this zombie-like body.

It was precisely because there was someone accompanying her outside that Ling Xiaoxiao had the courage to stay here.

She quickly took out a pill and carefully placed it in front of Yumei's nostrils.

Then, she lifted all the white cloth on Yumei's body without hesitation. What she saw made her shudder. Yumei's whole body was a strange purple color, with tiny bleeding spots all over her body, and her body was as cold as frost.

Ling Xiaoxiao couldn't help but worry, fearing that Yumei would be difficult to save.

The pill gave off a fresh fragrance. When Ling Xiaoxiao smelled it, her mind instantly became clear and she felt refreshed.