Chapter 21 The Emergency Begins

The air in the ward did indeed freeze for a few seconds the moment several young men rushed in and collectively turned into stone statues.

But to say it's cold?

That's not the case.

All the cold air was coming from the hospital bed by the window, where Commander Lu's face was visibly darkening and his eyes were piercingly cold.

Lu Zhanming's gaze, like a blade tempered with ice, swept across the faces of the wooden stakes by the door.

The chill was even more intense when the gazes fell upon them, which were practically glued to Gu Baobao, filled with amazement, dazedness, and restless desire.

That's great!

We haven't even dealt with Gu Dongguo yet, and now a whole bunch of them are showing up?

His fingers gripped the corner of the blanket tightly, his knuckles turning white.

If his arm hadn't been in a sling, he probably would have already stood up and cleaned up the scene.

Is his little girl being stared at like that?

Gu Baobao herself didn't seem to feel much.

She blinked slightly, looking at the group of young soldiers who had suddenly barged in and were blocking the doorway with various expressions.

This is... her brother's comrade-in-arms?

Are they here to visit someone who is sick?

Why are you all standing still and not saying anything?

She was just about to ask a question, breaking the eerie silence,

"My child! Waaaaah... Someone please save my child!!!"

A woman's shrill, almost hoarse cry filled with despair exploded from the end of the corridor like a thunderclap!

The terror and pain in that voice instantly pierced through the barrier of the ward door and slammed into everyone's eardrums!

As a doctor, Gu Baobao almost reflexively jumped up from the stool!

All the distracting thoughts about his brother, Lu Zhanming, and these unfamiliar officers instantly vanished from his mind, leaving only the most direct reaction to the cries for help:

Someone needs help!

"Excuse me!"

Before she could even say anything more, her slender figure, like a nimble fish, slipped through the gap between the soldiers who hadn't fully reacted yet, opened the ward door, and rushed out!

"Baby--!"

Gu Dongguo exclaimed in surprise, instinctively trying to sit up, but aggravated his injured leg, causing him to grit his teeth in pain.

Almost at the same moment Gu Baobao rushed out, another figure also moved!

Without even thinking, Lu Zhanming abruptly threw off the thin blanket covering him with his left hand, completely ignoring the fact that he was still hanging there.

Despite the inconvenience and pain caused by his right arm wrapped in bandages, he took a long stride and got off the bed. His movements were so swift that he didn't seem like an injured person at all. He rushed out right after Gu Baobao's back!

"Lu Tuan!"

"Commander, your hand!"

The soldiers then seemed to wake from a dream and exclaimed in surprise.

"What are you all standing there for?! Hurry up! Push me out and let me see!"

Gu Dongguo was sweating profusely and shouted, pointing at the wheelchair in the corner.

He can't move now, but his heart has flown away with him!

What happened outside?

Why is his sister running so fast?

Why did Lu Tuan go along too?

His hand is still injured!

The soldiers at the door finally snapped out of their daze and hurriedly helped move Gu Dongguo into his wheelchair, pushing him as they rushed into the corridor.

At the end of the corridor, in the open space near the stairwell, a group of people had already gathered.

There were wounded people in hospital gowns, doctors and nurses hurrying by, and even more family members and hospital staff attracted by the cries.

In the center of the crowd stood a woman, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing a faded floral shirt and with two braids.

He was slumped on the ground, tightly holding a boy of about one or two years old in his arms, crying his heart out, his face covered in tears, his voice hoarse.

"Save him...save my child! He ate peanuts...he's choking...he can't breathe...help!!!"

The baby in her arms had a horrifyingly purplish-blue face, its eyes were rolling upwards, and its lips were turning black.

His small chest heaved violently, but he could only make a very weak "hoarse" sound, like a bellows being pulled, and his limbs were twitching unconsciously.

Several doctors and nurses in white coats stood around, looking anxious and helpless.

A young male doctor tried to pry open the child's mouth to take a look, but the child's mother held on tightly and refused to let go.

A middle-aged nurse said urgently:

"Quick! Prepare a tracheotomy kit! Get him to the operating room! There's no time to get to the county!"

"Make way! Make way! Stop crowding!"

An elderly doctor with glasses and gray hair, who looked like a leader, was none other than Zhou Mingren, the hospital's director, who was pushing his way through the crowd while issuing urgent instructions.

"Quickly get the tracheotomy instruments! Notify the operating room to prepare! The child has been deprived of oxygen for too long!"

Just when this chaos and despair were about to engulf the mother,

"Get out of the way! I'm a doctor! Let me take a look!"

A clear, crisp, yet exceptionally firm, and even somewhat unquestionable female voice pierced through the noise and rang out distinctly.

Everyone instinctively looked in the direction of the sound and saw a stunningly beautiful young woman with fair skin, dressed in light blue, pushing through the crowd and rushing in.

She didn't even glance at the regular soldiers in white coats beside her; her gaze was fixed directly on the dark blue-skinned child, her brows furrowed, her eyes sharp as an eagle's.

It's Gu Baobao.

She immediately recognized it as a typical case of airway obstruction caused by a foreign object!

And it has reached a very critical moment!

The child's face was cyanotic, breathing was weak, and consciousness was blurred. If a few more minutes were wasted, even if the child was saved, he might suffer irreversible damage due to severe brain hypoxia, or even suffocate and die on the spot!

Tracheotomy?

By the time the instruments arrive and surgery is prepared, it will be too late!

Without any hesitation, she rushed to the mother, her voice quick and urgent, carrying a strange, comforting power:

"Sister! Give me the child! I can save him! Quick! Trust me!"

The mother was already delirious from crying, but hearing the words "can be saved" was like grasping at a last straw.

Seeing that Gu Baobao, though young and beautiful, had an unusually calm and determined look in her eyes, he almost instinctively loosened his grip on the child.

Gu Baobao took the limp, weak-breathing child in her arms, knelt on one knee, and quickly adjusted her posture.

She put one arm under the child's armpit, wrapped it around the child's chest, and let the child lie face down on her forearm with the child's head down and body leaning forward.

Place the heel of your other hand against the area between the child's shoulder blades on their back.