Chapter 18 Rescue
Qin Mo hurried in, his coat in disarray. "What's the situation?"
"Blood oxygen saturation dropped, the patient fell into a coma, and cardiac arrest occurred...the situation was dangerous." The more dangerous the moment, the more people should remain calm.
Shen Zhichu's face was already grayish-white, his lips were dark purple, he couldn't feel his pulse, and he couldn't hear his heartbeat...
"ECG rescue."
Qin Mo gasped in pain. He had never seen Shen Zhichu so weak. If he had cared more about her, she might not have become like this.
The sad mood slowly spread out from the bottom of my heart, like a drop of ink falling into colorless pure water, and then slowly dyeing a glass of water black.
During the long rescue, Shen Zhichu's heartbeat gradually recovered, as if she was having a last breath, and she actually opened her eyes a little during this process.
The oxygen mask on her face was covered with a layer of white mist, and her vision was hazy and white, which aroused her subconscious fear. When she glanced at Qin Mo, she felt a little relieved. She wanted to talk to him, but she had no strength.
The pain deprived her of her physical freedom, and she couldn't even move her amputated fingers.
Qin Mo found that she was awake and immediately held her cold little hand: "Zhichu, can you hear my voice? You will be fine and recover. Don't give up! Think about those who care about you and love you. Don't you like violin? When you are discharged from the hospital, I will take you to a concert."
A line of crystal tears flowed from the corner of Shen Zhichu's eyes, and Qin Mo knew that she had heard it.
Shen Zhichu tried hard to open his lips and tried to make a sound: "Qin...Qin Mo..."
She was so weak that the sound she made was almost inaudible. Qin Mo put his ear close to her and only vaguely heard her say, "It hurts so much..."
Qin Mo gritted his teeth to suppress the sour feeling. His eyes were red, and he reached out to wipe away the tears from Shen Zhichu's temples: "Hold on for a while and it will stop hurting. You have always been very strong."
Shen Zhichu blinked, her vision becoming increasingly blurry, everything she saw appearing as double. She opened her mouth and struggled to breathe like a stranded fish. A weak smile formed on her bloodless lips, and she spoke slowly in a hoarse voice, "...Don't tell Li Jingshen about my illness."
Even in this situation, the person she thought of was still Li Jingshen. Why didn't she tell him? People like Li Jingshen should regret their mistakes for the rest of their lives, living in guilt every day, and having no peace day or night.
Qin Mo woke up and sniffed: "Okay, I promise you."
Shen Zhichu looked at the glaring surgical light above his head and slowly closed his eyes.
Various instruments and tubes were installed on Shen Zhichu's thin body. He needed to wash his stomach before the gastric cancer surgery. After seeing the undigested accumulation inside, Qin Mo's pupils turned redder.
It was actually filled with paper pulp, which means that the food Shen Zhichu had eaten before was toilet paper!
How could she eat that?
Qin Mo immediately thought of Li Jingshen outside the operating room.
He gritted his teeth hard to suppress the heart-wrenching anger.
The operation was not successful and only managed to keep Shen Zhichu breathing, and that breath could disappear at any time.
Shen Zhichu was transferred to the intensive care unit for examination. If he did not recover within 48 hours, he would be in danger again.
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The door of the operating room was pushed open and Qin Mo walked out. He took off his mask and looked at Li Jingshen sharply.
Li Jingshen tried to walk over to ask Shen Zhichu about his condition, but his feet felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead and iron, and he couldn't even move his feet.
Qin Mo walked up to him, and Li Jingshen listened to his own heavy voice and asked, "How is she?"
Qin Mo suddenly raised his hand and punched Li Jingshen in the face with such force that Li Jingshen staggered and took a few steps back.
He tilted his head, clenched his hands on either side of his thighs into fists, and repeated the question just now: "How is Shen Zhichu?"
"Thanks to you, I didn't die, but I lost half my life and was on the verge of death."
Qin Mo's words were like a steel needle piercing his throat. Under the dull pain, his vision went dark and he couldn't even breathe smoothly.
Qin Mo looked at Li Jingshen's painful expression and said sarcastically, "Li Jingshen, you are the one who caused this. How dare you pretend to be miserable here? Zhichu will no longer worry about you. You should go care about the people you should care about."
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