The old man's eyes dimmed instantly, and tears flowed down the corners of his eyes. He secretly wiped away his tears and pursed his lips, fearing that he would reveal a trace of vulnerability and make people laugh at him.

The old man was overthinking it. There was no one idle in the hospital. After the young doctor pointed the way, he walked away slowly.

The old man took a deep breath, trying to suppress the feeling of grievance in his heart. In an instant, his nostrils flared and tears flowed uncontrollably. The old man wiped away the tears with a trembling hand, his eyes showing the embarrassment of fear of being seen. The older generation of men do not cry easily. Reputation is more important than anything else. If it is not a sudden incident, who would cry in front of outsiders?

The busy people in the hospital rarely raised their heads, glanced at the old man, and continued with their work, as if they were used to it, and even felt that tears, cowardice, and lack of dignity were all normal in this place.

The old man looked anxious and walked towards the information desk with trembling steps. He was so anxious that he was breathing heavily and coughing non-stop.

If someone's elderly person is alone in the hospital, where will the young people in the family go? If they don't bring their elderly person to the hospital, how will they know the way?

Dr. Bai Yu followed the old man's gaze and when he saw the consultation desk, a light bulb suddenly flashed in his head. He knew where he should find her.

Doctor Bai Yu strode up to the old man.

The old man seemed to have found a life-saving straw, and anxiously called out to Bai Yu, "Doctor, you know how urgent it is."

The emergency department?

"Go straight to the end, turn right, then turn left after exiting this building, and then go straight."

The old man was sweating profusely, worried that the doctor would just leave. It was like the last person to leave after reciting a lesson, anxious and afraid that the teacher would lock him in the room and say, "Turn right, turn left, then turn right again, and go straight."

As people get older, their reactions become slower. A few short sentences may be simple for an adult, but for an elderly person, they have to spend a lot of time to memorize them, and temporary memory is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Bai Yu remained silent and looked up outside. It was already dark. Was Mulian still there?

The old man was still struggling with his left and right hands, turning left and right, as if repeating himself in case he remembered it wrongly, "First turn left, then turn right~."

Suddenly, the old man's feet flew into the air, and he looked at K in surprise, stunned for a moment.

Bai Yu picked up the old man with both hands and ran towards the emergency department quickly, "Uncle, I'll take you there."

Inside the hospital, a man in green was running frantically, carrying an elderly man. The hospital was divided into an outpatient building, an inpatient building, and an emergency building. None of the buildings were connected, requiring one to exit the large building and then enter a newer building. For an adult, walking from the outpatient building to the emergency building would take about ten minutes. At the old man's pace, it would take an hour.

Bai Yu was very embarrassed and chatted while running, "Uncle, why do you want to go to the emergency department?"

The old man's voice choked, he took a deep breath, and tears couldn't stop flowing down. He covered his face with his hands to hide his only dignity.

"My son is dead."

It is such a sad thing for the elderly to see their loved ones die.

The old man and his wife worked the land to make ends meet. They each had a son, who was very hardworking. He had learned farming since he was young and spent the rest of his time studying hard, so they didn't have to worry about him. A few years ago, his wife passed away, leaving him and his son to depend on each other.

His son moved him from the dilapidated tile house to the current building, trying his best to give him a comfortable old age.

This morning, the hospital called to inform him that his son had suddenly died at work and asked him to come over immediately.

"He said he had chest pain a few days ago, and I asked him to get a checkup, but he said he was busy and would wait until he had time. He always urges me to remember to go for regular checkups, but he always says he's busy. It's all my fault for not being firm enough. I should have taken him for a checkup."

"He took the medicine, but every now and then he still complained of chest pain, but I didn't take it seriously, just like he did."

"It's too late to say anything now."

"My son is the most filial son. He has a girlfriend and is about to get married. Who could have imagined that this would happen?"

"He always said he would work hard and give me a decent old age. But as an old man, all I want is for him to live in good health. That's all I want."

"I've worked hard all my life, just hoping he doesn't have to farm every day like me."

Doctor Bai Yu felt heavy-hearted and quickened his pace, hoping that there would be no disease in the world.

Inside the emergency room, a group of doctors, all serious faces, gathered around a young man on the operating table. One doctor, sweating and panting, knelt beside the table, performing chest compressions on the patient. He couldn't hold on any longer and asked the next person to take over.

"When will the family members come? I've been pressing for an hour and I have no strength left."

If the patient does not come back after pressing for half an hour, it is almost certain that he will not come back, and there is no point in continuing to intubate him.

"How far is the armor now?"

"Blood pressure 89/52 mmHg."

"Give him an adrenaline boost, a dopamine boost."

"My heart has stopped. Should I continue chest compressions?"

The director looked at the faintly beating lines on the electrocardiogram, sighed, shook his head and waved his hand.

"Go get busy."

The doctor was not surprised. The experienced man looked at the faint lines, felt a lump in his throat and almost shed tears.

The doctors immediately dispersed, each of them running around, some driving cars, some making rounds, and some treating patients.

The entire simple operating room suddenly became deserted, with only the director and a resident doctor on standby.

The director's face was serious, but he couldn't help but turn his back and look at the faintly beating line. If he looked at it again, his heart would have broken.

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