When Zhang Guolan saw her companions trying to pull Sang Zhi away, she knelt in front of them to stop them.
She was even more afraid that Sangzhi would stand by and watch, so she gritted her teeth and lifted up her son's tiger-head quilt.
In this way, the child's cyanotic face and the blood stains on his face that could not be wiped off were clearly displayed to the public.
Many timid female comrades screamed when they saw this scene.
Seeing that something was wrong, Qin Yuan also wanted to stop Sang Zhi and prevent her from getting involved in the muddy water.
But just as he took a step forward, someone grabbed him.
Jiang Yan was still as serious as usual, only his eyes revealed a hint of worry.
Seeing that he was puzzled, the man shook his head, meaning to let her decide for herself.
Sangzhi's smile had faded by now.
The little baby who had been holding her fingers and babbling to her a few hours ago was now dying.
At this moment, action outweighs reason. My fingers quickly touch his neck. "The anterior fontanelle is swollen and the neck is stiff."
Opening his eyes, he said, "Subarachnoid hemorrhage, blood spots on the eyes, bleeding from the earlobes, and coagulation disorder."
"The tongue is dark red, shiny and without coating, and the fingerprints of the three gates of wind, qi and life are blue and purple."
Her movements were quick and decisive and her expression was serious during the examination, which to a certain extent soothed the family members' feelings.
After a moment, Sangzhi raised her head from the child's chest.
"There are no abnormalities in the chest, heart, and lungs. There is no internal organ damage. The pulse is rapid, the upper and lower limbs are twitching and stiff, and the eyes are staring upwards."
Sangzhi gasped.
"It's intracranial hemorrhage!"
Ma Lili and her daughter had been watching the action here. Seeing that she had mobilized a large number of people, they performed an inspection in a serious manner.
Who knew that in the end he would get the same result as her, with a mocking look on his face.
"I thought you were so capable, but it turns out you're just this good. I also noticed the symptoms of his intracranial hemorrhage.
But you can't stop the bleeding. For the sake of the child's family, I would like to give you a piece of advice.
He's beyond saving. Also, don't make the child suffer unnecessarily just to save face out of spite."
The implication is that the family should take the children back to prepare for the funeral.
Sangzhi ignored her, quickly took out a silver needle, and touched his forehead a few times.
"Don't confuse me with you. Just because you can't save someone doesn't mean I can't save them either!"
As soon as he finished speaking, before anyone could see clearly.
Several silver needles were quickly inserted into the child's head.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com