The doctor also laughed twice, said nothing more, turned and walked away.
Xia Yuanqiu asked his grandfather, "How is it?"
The old man sighed and said: "His physical condition is very bad. It seems that he has suffered a lot during this period, but fortunately, he has not reached the worst situation yet. Maybe he can be saved."
Qi Hua looked shocked. Unlike Zhu Yan, he did not understand the meaning of late-stage lung cancer. Generally, when cancer reaches the advanced stage, most people are waiting to die, and few can be cured.
At this moment, the alarm in the ICU rang, and immediately two nurses wearing masks hurried over and rushed in. The doctor who had just walked away also hurried back.
When a nurse ran out, she happened to bump into a doctor who was rushing over. The doctor asked the nurse: "What's going on?"
The female nurse said: "The blood pressure dropped suddenly and the heart stopped. Rescue is already underway."
The doctor's expression also changed slightly, and he quickly opened the door and went in.
The old man also wanted to follow in, but the door was high-tech, and unless there was fingerprint verification, there was no way he could get in.
And this is a hospital. No matter how powerful Xia Yuanqiu and Zhu Yan are, they cannot break open the door in the hospital. The alarm will be triggered immediately, and the police will arrive in a few minutes.
They could only lie on the glass window on the door and look in, and saw four or five people busy around Lao Dengtou's hospital bed, and the straight line on the electrocardiograph never fluctuated.
After a few more minutes, the doctors and nurses stopped what they were doing, shook their heads and sighed, and covered Old Deng's head and face with the white sheets.
The old man was so anxious when he saw this, he kept banging on the door.
The doctor inside came to open the door and said to the old man: "I'm sorry, we have tried our best-" The old man pushed him away with one hand, squeezed in, and hurriedly walked towards Old Deng's head.
The doctor wanted to stop him, but was blocked by Zhu Yan and Qihua. Xia Yuanqiu also quickly followed the old man and came to Old Dengtou's bedside.
Grandfather and grandson, each holds a hand and checks the pulse carefully.
The pulse was weak and inaudible, almost nonexistent, but the grandfather and grandson still found a glimmer of life in this body that was gradually starting to become cold.
The two of them raised their heads at the same time and looked at each other: "Xiaoyuan, do you still remember the pulse-stimulating acupuncture technique that grandpa once taught you?"
Xia Yuanqiu nodded: "Of course I remember. When I was in Xiliang, I saved several people with this pulse-stimulating acupuncture technique!"
Mr. Xia said: "Use pulse-stimulating acupuncture on him immediately, maybe he can be saved!"
Xia Yuanqiu nodded and quickly took out the needle bag from the space ring, while Mr. Xia reached out and pulled off the white sheets on Old Dengtou, and then took off his clothes.
At this time, the nurse on the side stepped forward to stop: "My two families, please express my condolences. He is gone. No matter how sad you are, he will not come back to life. Please respect the deceased." She tried to cover Lao Deng with a bed sheet again, but she failed. He was stopped by Mr. Xia: "Two hours, just two hours will be enough. My granddaughter will definitely be able to revive him. Just wait and see."
As medical workers in the hospital, they have to face this kind of separation between life and death every day. They are used to seeing death and have already become numb. Of course, they do not believe that people who have died can be saved again. But the old man in front of them was so stubborn that they had no choice but to seek help from a doctor.