Wei Shangquan saw the sick child in the ambulance and screamed, "Zhu Xing?!"

There is no way. This child has left a deep impression on them. This is the first child that the Immortal Brother has taken the initiative to care for. Think about it, who is the Immortal Brother? He is an expert and a director. The fact that he can pay special attention to a child can only show how serious the child's condition is. So don't think that the child seemed to be in good condition last time in the emergency room. In fact, it is not. Only the doctor has all the patient's data in his hands and knows the actual condition of the patient.

Zhu Xing suddenly had a seizure at home in the middle of the night, and her mother called the attending doctor. Since Dr. Cheng lived close to the child's home, Cao Zhao asked his subordinates to rush to the child's home to deal with the child's condition when he asked 120 to coordinate the dispatch of a car.

This child's condition is special. The doctor who is not familiar with the child's condition is afraid that he will not know what medicine to use or use the wrong medicine, which may be fatal to this fragile child.

"Doctor Cao." Zhu Xing's mother, who came with her child, grabbed the attending doctor's hand and said nervously, "He was just discharged from the hospital two days ago. How come he is like this again so soon? He said he can't breathe."

The family members were so anxious that they forgot that holding the doctor's hand would hinder the doctor's ability to save lives.

"Wait a minute. Let me check on his condition first, okay?" Cao Zhao said softly to the family members, like a stream of cool water to extinguish the emotions in the parents' heads.

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

Cao Zhao asked a colleague to get a cup of water for the family and then went to the emergency room.

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Entering the emergency room, the ECG monitor was connected to the child, and the screen showed that the child's heart rate reached 1314. This was a state of sudden death from ventricular fibrillation.

There is no escape from acute left heart failure.

The child had difficulty breathing and could not lie down, so he had to sit upright.

The doctor turned up the oxygen flow to high.

The child was still having trouble breathing, and his face, which was wearing an oxygen mask, was pale and bloodless, with a terrifying blue color. Due to lack of oxygen, the child's eyes were shaky and scattered, and he looked like he would die at any time, which was terrifying.

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

The child was nine years old, which was just the age when a small tree had grown a trunk and could yearn to rise straight up and reach the sunlight.

Wei Shangquan's heart was clenched tightly, and he held the child's hand tightly, trying to give the child strength.

Zhu Xing's little hand was about to droop like a dying swan, but was suddenly held by his brother. His little eyes opened, and he recognized his brother's face with his blurry vision, and murmured with his little mouth.

"What do you want to say?" Wei Shangquan immediately leaned over and put his ear close to the child's mouth to listen.

"Xiang, I must learn from my brother..." Zhu Xing squeezed out the voice from his throat with difficulty, as if this sentence was the pillar that supported him to live until now.

Wei Shangquan was surprised. What was the child saying? He couldn't understand why.

Who asked this child to learn from him? What was there for him to learn from? His academic performance was not as good as Zhao Zhaowei's.

Think about it again, the last time I met this child, someone whispered something secret into the child's ear, causing the child to look at him abnormally.