Chapter 218 Saving Lives with All Their Might
The man looked up and saw Sang Ruo walking out from inside.
Shen Qingzhuo also came out with her.
Sang Ruo glanced at Bo Jinyan indifferently before quickly turning her gaze to the woman at the door next door.
During the current official rest period, there weren't many doctors on duty; only one nurse rushed over.
Sang Ruo quickly walked into the next ward.
Bo Jinyan and Shen Qingzhuo followed them inside, looking at the little girl lying on the hospital bed with tense expressions.
After arriving at the bedside, Sang Ruo quickly checked the child's condition.
This is very bad.
The nurse quickly pulled Sang Ruo away, preventing her from touching the child: "The doctor has been notified. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed to approach this area."
"The child has suffered cardiac arrest and must undergo CPR immediately. We can't wait any longer!"
Sang Ruo rolled up her sleeves, knelt on one knee on the clean white bed, and then reached over the child's slender waist to begin emergency rescue.
"Madam, please leave it to our professional doctors..."
"Her medical skills are probably better than any of the doctors here. Please do not disturb her rescue efforts."
Shen Qingzhuo quickly reached out and pulled the nurse aside.
All eyes were fixed on Sang Ruo and the child.
Bo Jinyan's gaze, however, was fixed on the back of her hand, where there was a needle mark. As she pressed it again and again, blood kept oozing from the needle mark.
Later, more and more fluid flowed, running down the back of her hand and onto the little girl's hospital gown.
The dark red color, like a flower in full bloom, is unrestrained and flamboyant.
The man's upper eyelashes fluttered incessantly, and a strong sense of sorrow welled up in his heart.
The scene at the orphanage involuntarily surfaced in my mind.
When she was trapped in the fire, he brought her out and performed CPR and artificial respiration on her, just like he is doing now.
Before they knew it, they had traveled such a long way.
Half a year felt like an eternity. The love, hate, and grudges of those six months flashed before his eyes like a slideshow.
Suddenly, I felt that in the face of life and death, everything else was insignificant.
He didn't care if she was lying to him, or if she loved him in her heart; all he wanted was for her to stay by his side forever, and not to go anywhere else.
At this moment, his feelings for her had almost reached their peak.
Bo Jinyan stepped aside and watched her continue the emergency rescue, his heart sinking deeper and deeper.
He turned around quickly, placed his hands on the windowsill for support, fixed his gaze on the floor, and prayed over and over again.
She must be very sad if she can't save the person.
But he didn't want her to be sad...
"Oh my god, after so long of cardiac resuscitation, is there any chance of saving him?"
"Yeah! It's probably hopeless."
"Is this okay? If not, hurry up and send someone else. The doctor is already here..."
"I heard she's also a doctor, with a very high level of expertise. I hope a miracle can happen!"
All sorts of sounds entered Bo Jinyan's ears.
His hand, which was resting on the wall, suddenly clenched tighter and tighter, and he was unable to calm down for a long time.
Just as he turned around, he suddenly heard a child crying behind him.
This cry gradually put an end to everyone's anxiety.
The male doctor standing nearby quickly instructed the nurse beside him: "Get him to the emergency room immediately; the child needs further treatment."
Everyone left the ward, leaving only Sang Ruo sitting by the bedside, Shen Qingzhuo watching over her, and Bo Jinyan standing by the window.
Sang Ruo sat blankly by the hospital bed, her gaze fixed on the floor, unable to come to her senses for a long time.
Perhaps it was because I had concentrated too much on my work, and my body had not fully recovered yet. It was as if all my energy had been exhausted, and now I was just an empty shell.
"Your hand is bleeding so much, we need to get it treated quickly."
Shen Qingzhuo quickly stepped forward, grabbed her hand, and looked at her with a worried expression.
Just as he was about to pull the person up, a hand was faster and snatched the person away.
Shen Qingzhuo was forced to squeeze to the side, and the palm that had been gripping Sang Ruo's wrist loosened its grip.
Bo Jin extended his well-defined knuckles and lifted her from the bed, striding towards the treatment room.
As Shen Qingzhuo watched their departing figures, her heart sank to the bottom.
The first time I saw them together, I sensed something was off about their atmosphere, and their current behavior only confirms it.
Their relationship doesn't resemble that of an uncle and his niece-in-law at all.
They look exactly like a couple in love...
The moment this thought popped into his mind, even he was shocked.
Could there really be something going on between them?
When Shen Qingzhuo arrived at the next ward, he found it empty and deserted.
However, at this moment, Bo Jinyan had already carried her to the treatment room and asked the nurse to remove the bloodstains on the back of her hand.
The man stood quietly to the side, gazing at her beautiful features, a pang of pity rising in his heart.
He would never forget the way she risked her own injuries to save people.
How could such a good woman possibly think of hurting others?
To this day, he still firmly believes that she was wrongfully imprisoned back then.
"hiss--"
Sang Ruo's shout suddenly interrupted his thoughts.
After regaining his senses, the man quickly approached and instructed the nurse beside him, "Be gentle."
The nurse nodded gently: "Okay."
After the wound was treated, Sang Ruo slowly came to her senses.
The nurse had to leave, leaving only the two of them to treat the wound.
They stood and sat, neither of them uttering a sound.
After a long silence, Sang Ruo finally spoke, asking, "Why did you suddenly come? Didn't I tell you not to come?"
After witnessing her rescue, the anger he felt had long since dissipated.
He squatted down, extended his well-defined hand, and pulled her wrist, his gaze fixed on the back of her hand.
He lowered his voice and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Upon hearing his words, Sang Ruo's upper eyelashes trembled slightly involuntarily.
Unexpectedly, he didn't respond to her words, but instead cared about whether she was in pain...
"It doesn't hurt."
She shook her head instinctively, almost blurting it out.
"You lied to me again?" Bo Jinyan tightened his grip on her wrist, but his voice was unusually gentle: "With so much blood lost, how could it not hurt?"
Sang Ruo lowered her eyes and glared at him, her voice deep and resonant: "Then aren't you just asking a question you already know the answer to?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com