"Defibrillator! Defibrillator! Quick! Quick!"

Li Xiangnan no longer knew what his mood or emotions were at the moment. Faced with the situation where Uncle Lang Zhipinlang had lost his vital signs, he almost yelled at the doctors and nurses around him.

The moment he finished speaking, he jumped from the ground to the mobile bed, half-knelt in front of Lang Zhipin, pressed down with both hands, and performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation on him!

Blood gushed out of his mouth and nose. Li Xiangnan didn't despise him, nor did he care. He reached out and pinched the man's mouth and nose to perform artificial respiration. In an instant, his lips and teeth were covered in blood!

The fishy and sweet blood flowed into his mouth. He tilted his head to the side and spit it out. Then he resuscitated Lang Zhipin at the frequency of thirty compressions and one artificial respiration!

"Here I am, here I am, Director Li..." Zhang Zhicang couldn't help crying as he hurriedly found a portable defibrillator from the operating room.

He was in his thirties or forties, and he couldn't help but feel nervous and scared to tears when he saw this bloody scene, not to mention the young nurses around him who had rarely seen such a scene!

The scene was in chaos!

But the medical staff still had their ethics. While crying, they peeled off Lang Zhipin's blood-stained clothes and connected the electrodes to prepare for defibrillation.

"Xiao Li, Xiao Li!" In a panic, Guo Qian hugged Li Xiangnan and dragged him under the bed. "Let them come, let them do the defibrillation. Don't worry, don't worry!"

"No..." Li Xiangnan wanted to try harder, but as he spoke, blood from his lips and teeth dripped onto his chest, which made everyone around him tremble with fear.

"Director Li, let us do it!" Li Juji climbed onto the hospital bed and began to cooperate with Zhang Zhicang to perform artificial defibrillation on Lang Zhipin.

"Don't be anxious!" Guo Qian couldn't say anything extra at this moment. He could only half-sit on the ground holding Li Xiangnan, watching Uncle Lang's body jump up again and again under the electric shock of the defibrillator, and then fall heavily.

Once, twice, three times, four times...

It was impossible to count how many times Lang Zhipin had been defibrillated. Li Xiangnan sat on the ground with his eyes blurred and his mind blank.

It's not like he hasn't seen people die in front of him before!

On the battlefield, those deceased comrades and friends-in-arms often become nightmares that he cannot get rid of whenever he dreams of them at midnight.

But among real patients, very few died in Li Xiangnan's hands!

What is most impressive is the lilac!

Lilac is the deepest pain in his life so far!

Then there is Mr. Lang Zhipinlang!

However, its meaning is different from that of lilac!

Lilac is a good friend of youth.

Uncle Lang is the only person who can know the news about Grandma Mu Huanying in the past years!

If he leaves, it means there will be one less way to get news about grandma!

He knew he was going to die, but he didn't care about his own life or death, and insisted on telling her the most valuable news. He was willing to sacrifice himself and wanted to do something for the lady of that year and her descendants!

Lang Zhipin is a good man and a qualified doorman!

“Ula, ula, ula…”

The urgent sirens of the ambulance came from far away on the street, waking up the people who came early to seek medical treatment for work. Finally, the ambulance almost brushed past the hospital gate and drove into Fangzhang Hospital at lightning speed.

"Dean!"

Then, Li Xiangnan heard the anxious and urgent voices of Wang Defa and Lei Jin.

brush!

squeak!

A loud brake sound rang out in the yard.

Wow!

Tap tap tap tap!

Almost at the same time, before the ambulance stopped, two people jumped out of the car, ran desperately up the ten or so steps of Fangzhang Hospital, and in an instant arrived next to Lang Zhipin's mobile bed!

"What's wrong?" Wang Defa glanced at Li Xiangnan who was sitting on the ground, took a deep look at him, and hurried to the doctor who was sitting on the hospital bed performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation on Lang Zhipin.

"Thirteen, fourteen...defibrillation..."

Li Juji was undergoing resuscitation, and upon hearing this, he could only look at Wang Defa with a bitter face and disappointment.

He recognized the other person's identity and knew that he was the vice president of Nianwei Hospital who had come here before for defibrillator training!

But at this moment, he was in no mood to exchange pleasantries and reminisce about the past. The iron-like cruel facts shattered all his emotions!

The person is dead!

It was because of the shabby and backward medical conditions of Fangzhang Hospital that Lang Zhipin died directly!

As a doctor at Fangzhang Hospital, how could he escape responsibility, how could he protect himself, and how could he be relieved from the pain of his patients' deaths?

Wang Defa and Lei Jin were both qualified doctors. Seeing that the doctors and nurses at the scene were silent, they looked at Lang Zhipin, checked his pupils, felt his pulse, and saw that the bed and his body were covered with fresh blood. They had already made a rough assessment of the current situation!

"How long has the defibrillation been going on?" Lei Jin pressed Wang Defa's shoulder, nodded at Li Xiangnan, motioning him to go over and comfort him, and then hurriedly asked Zhang Zhicang and others.

"Nine minutes!" Zhang Zhicang looked at his watch.

Hey!

Lei Jin sighed silently, stepped forward and patted Li Juji's arm, "Let me do it!"

Although the hope of rescue is as slim as 0.1%, Lei Jin does not want to give up!

On his way here, he learned about the significance of Lang Zhipin to Li Xiangnan.

"Xiao Li!" On this side, Wang Defa came over and nodded to Guo Qian and Xing Weihong, squatted in front of Li Xiangnan, pinched his shoulders, and lowered his head silently.

He grew up without parents and was lonely with only his grandfather. He could empathize with Li Xiangnan's urgent desire to find out about his grandmother Mu Huanying.

At this moment, my friend was sitting on the ground, like half a corpse, and his heart was trembling with sadness with every heartbeat!

"200 joules, again!"

Lei Jin's roar was incessant. Wang Defa sat down on the ground and turned to look at Uncle Lang's hand hanging on the side of the bed. Bright red blood was dripping from it and fell to the ground, turning into clusters of shocking flowers.

The staff and patients coming and going were all terrified by this scene!

They didn't say anything, but their eyes looking at Lang Zhipin were full of sympathy, sighs, and deep regret!

Wang Defa took out a cigarette and handed it to Guo Qian, Wei Jingfei and Xing Weihong, who were frowning. He wanted to give one to Xiao Li, but he knew that Xiao Li was probably not in the mood to smoke!

I don’t know how long it has been!

There was a pile of cigarette butts on the ground.

Lei Jin has already gotten out of the hospital bed.

He sat down on the ground, took the towel given by the nurse, and wiped the blood stains on it carefully and silently.

This time.

No matter how hard he cooperated with the people at Fangzhang Hospital, the straight line on the monitor no longer fluctuated.

Lang Zhipin lay on the mobile hospital bed, with an unsolved look in his eyes, and closed his eyes forever!

"Xiao Li, I'm sorry, I'm late!" Lei Jin lit a cigarette and felt unprecedented fatigue and self-blame at this moment.

"It has nothing to do with you!"

Li Xiangnan didn't know how to comfort the people around him. He closed his eyes and watched the blood from his fingernails slide from the tip of the nail to the ground.

Recalling the old man’s last look, my heart felt like ten thousand opera troupes were performing with drums and gongs.

That look contained too much and too complex information to be accurately interpreted.

It seemed like God was playing a joke on him.

An old man from that time was sent to him, but his life was ruthlessly taken away, allowing him to learn a lot of information from that time, but he was unable to find out everything in a short time.

surprise?

Have!

But what is more is regret.

He closed his eyes and looked up at the sky.

"Everyone has their own destiny! Uncle Lang, rest in peace!"

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