Before he finished speaking, he saw the old man lying on the hospital bed twitching all over, shaking continuously as if he had been electrocuted, foaming at the mouth, and two crescent-shaped whites of his eyes were vaguely visible under his old eyelids.
drop--
drop--
The ECG monitor at the bedside made a shrill beeping sound, and the old man's heart and brain wave values dropped rapidly, and the wavelength became smaller and smaller.
Sakaki Makoto was stunned, Miss Miyano was stunned, everyone was stunned.
"The acting is so realistic..."
Hongshu sighed sincerely:
"As expected of a doctor, he can even control his own blood pressure..."
"What the hell! He is really critically ill!!!"
Sakaki Makoto, whose scalp was tingling, jumped three feet high, hurriedly pressed the call bell at the bedside, put on the mask, and soon the door of the ward was knocked open. Three doctors on duty rushed in with nurses, gathered in front of the bed, checked the old man's heart rate, turned around and shouted:
"Hurry, there are signs of organ failure, go to the emergency room!"
In the flurry of activity, the old woman was pushed into the emergency room. The old woman stared at the door blankly, her face pale, and she was unable to speak for a long time.
"Mr. Domon, what did you talk about with my father? Why did he suddenly become critically ill?"
The eldest son, Ogawa Masaki, asked with a gloomy face:
"My father is already ill and cannot bear the blow. You..."
"shut up!"
The old woman stood up tremblingly and shouted, shocking everyone:
"Yoshio never woke up. I kept calling him. What does it have to do with Mr. Domon? If you want to blame someone, just blame me!"
"Mother, I didn't....Alas!"
Masaki Ogawa sighed, walked to the balcony and started smoking.
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