Inside the hospital, accompanied by a shrill ambulance siren, several nurses and doctors ran out in a hurry.
In no time, the nurses rushed back in, pushing a patient whose face had already turned purple.
Everyone, including Mo Jingchun and his group, all consciously stepped aside.
Candy curiously stood on tiptoe trying to see, but Mo Jingchun covered her eyes with one hand. The patient's face was twisted, his complexion purple—if a kid saw that, they'd really have nightmares at night.
This was also why, in Mo Jingchun's memory, whenever a relative died when he was little, his parents never let him get close to the coffin, until when his father and mother passed away, Mo Jingchun could no longer avoid facing it.
"Director Yang, the patient's blood oxygen is low, heart rate just crashed!"
"Notify the OR, get ready for intubation immediately."
Watching the patient already being pushed into the resuscitation room, Mo Jingchun shook his head and said, "Let's go."
