Wei Shangquan saw the child on the ambulance bed and screamed: "Zhu Xing?!"

No, this child impressed them too much. He was the first child to take the initiative to care for by the Fairy Brother. Think about it, who is the Fairy Brother, an expert and a director. Being able to care for a child like this can only show how serious the child is. So don’t look at the fact that the child was in the emergency room last time, but it is not. Only the doctor holds various data of the patient in his hand, and he knows the actual situation of the patient.

Zhu Xing suddenly had an attack at midnight at home, and his mother called the attending doctor. Given that Dr. Cheng lived near the child's home, when he asked 120 to coordinate the dispatch of the car, Cao Zhao asked his subordinates to rush to the child's house to deal with the child's condition first.

The child's condition is special. Doctors who are not familiar with the child's condition are afraid that they will not know what medicine or the wrong medicine will be used all of a sudden. These may be fatal to this fragile child.

"Doctor Cao." Zhu Xing's mother, who came with the child, grabbed the attending doctor's hand and said nervously, "He was discharged from the hospital two days ago, why did he do this again so quickly? He said he was breathless."

The family members were anxious that they forgot to hold the doctor's hand like this would hinder the doctor's life.

"Wait a minute. Let me see his situation first, okay?" Cao Zhao said to his family softly, like cool water threads to extinguish the emotions on the parents' heads.

Zhu Xing's mother calmed down a little, and saw her son being pushed into the rescue room by a group of people, her face turned pale.

Cao Zhao asked a colleague to get a cup of boiled water for his family, and then walked to the rescue room.

Enter the emergency room. The ECG monitor connects to the child, and the screen shows that the child's heart rate reaches 13,14. This is the state of sudden death when he is ventricular tremor.

Acute left heart failure cannot escape.

The child has difficulty breathing and cannot lie down, so he can only sit upright.

The doctor pumped oxygen to a high flow rate.

The child was still breathless. His little face, wearing an oxygen mask, was pale and bloodless, and had a terrifying blue color. Due to lack of oxygen, the child's eyes showed a scattered state, and it seemed like he died at any time, which made people frightened.

Wei Shangquan held the child's hand and touched it, and the skin on the patient's hands was clearly wet and cold, as if it was dead.

This child is nine years old, and the young tree grows to the age when he has trunks that can yearn for straight up and sunshine.

Wei Shangquan's heart was tightly held tightly, and he held the child's hand hard, trying to inject strength into the child.

Zhu Xing's little hand looked like a dying swan. It was about to droop, but was suddenly held by his brother. His little eyes opened, and he recognized the face of his brother in front of him with a vague vision, and murmured with his little mouth.

"What do you want to say?" Wei Shangquan immediately leaned over and put it on the child's mouth and listened.

"To learn from my brother--" Zhu Xing squeezed out of his throat with difficulty, as if this sentence was the pillar that supported him to live to this day.

Wei Shangquan was surprised. He couldn't understand what the child said.

Who asked this child to learn from him and what he learned? What is he good for others to learn about? His academic performance is not as good as Zhao Zhaowei.
Chapter completed!