He didn't know why. The child was obviously fine before going to bed last night. He personally checked the equipment and everything was in good condition. But... this morning he actually received a call saying that the child died suddenly last night.
That ECG monitor didn't actually send out any alarm. This is really suspicious.
Sirius went to the ward and checked the ECG monitor and all the monitors inside and outside the room.
However, no clues were found.
When he went to the dean's office, he happened to see this scene: Yang Mufan was sitting on the executive chair with a cold and evil aura surrounding him, with a cold and terrifying expression; Wen Xiaorou was sitting on the armrest of the chair, gently rubbing her back.
, lowered her head and said something to him from time to time, as if to comfort him, but Mu Wanqing froze in the corner with a pale face, her face full of despair and death.
Tianhu and Tianbao stood stiffly behind Yang Mufan, not even daring to take a breath.
However, Nishimachi, who had such a big accident in his own hospital, stood a few meters in front of Yang Mufan, with his head slightly lowered, as if he was letting Yang Mufan handle it.
"Brother Lang, how are you?! Did you find anything?!" Tianhu saw Tianlang coming in and asked hurriedly.
Sirius frowned, walked in front of Yang Mufan, hesitated for a moment, and then reported truthfully: "Second brother, I have had someone check the ECG monitor. The machine itself is faulty, so the alarm did not sound, and the room
Twelve monitors inside and outside showed that no one had been to the ward last night except the nurse on duty, and the doors and windows were intact. It was impossible for anyone to break in through the windows..."
After listening to Sirius' report, the already quiet office fell into a terrifying silence.
Wen Xiaorou sat dangerously on the armrest of the chair, her soft little hands slowly and rhythmically helping Yang Mufanshunqi.
Glancing around the office, she found that no one was frowning and had serious expressions. After thinking again and again, Wen Xiaorou wanted to say something. However, Yang Mufan suddenly said in a cold voice: "Call the nurse on duty.
The child who was originally going to transplant Yang Mu'an's heart died, and his heart could no longer be used, which meant that there was no hope of Yang Mu'an's surgery in the near future.
At noon, when Mu Wanqing was helping Ansheng Chicken Soup, she saw her son jumping up and down on the bed, so lively, that she felt an unbearable pain in her heart.
She also doesn't know when her son will be able to completely get rid of the pain and suffering and live a normal child's life.
She really hopes that her son can grow up healthy and peacefully.
As long as his illness can be cured, she can pay anything.
"An'an, come here, it's time to eat, don't dance anymore." Mu Wanqing shouted in a low voice. No matter how uncomfortable she felt, she tried her best to squeeze out a smile.
Yang Mu'an, who had no idea what was going on, obediently crawled over and sat next to Mu Wanqing. While opening his mouth to drink the chicken soup Mu Wanqing brought, he said inarticulately: "Mom, uncle said, An An
After I recover from my illness, I will take An An to learn Taekwondo. Mom An An will work hard to learn Taekwondo, so that if someone bullies her in the future, An An can protect her mother."
