Xie Wanying and the others entered the ward and heard the sirens of the electrocardiogram monitor sounding in front of the corridor. Without thinking too much, they ran to the place where the sirens were emitted.

Arrived at the ward. First, I met the family members of another hospitalized patient in the ward between the two, carrying items and asked the nurse to temporarily transfer the patient to the extra bed, otherwise I would have to sleep all night. I don’t know that next door

When will the bed be rescued? And if it dies, it will be a psychological blow to the other patient.

The rest of the ward were doctors and nurses involved in the rescue, including doctors on duty, attending patients, interns and doctoral students, etc. A dozen people were crowded in the narrow ward space, making the entire indoor air change

It was extremely turbid, and there was a sense of anxiety everywhere.

Just as Xie Wanying and the others were about to step into the ward, a faint cry from the other end of the corridor entered their ears.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooo--"

It was Chen Chengran's mother's voice.

"Okay OK, don't cry."

Chen Chengran's father was comforting his wife, his voice was full of fatigue. A man was watching his son be helpless and his wife was crying. His heart was about to collapse. He was sick and his whole body was as ill as his son and had no strength to speak.

"What should you do if you die? The doctor asked me to be mentally prepared - I just transferred to the hospital -" Chen Chengran's mother intermittently, crying and asking her husband, saying that she was despair that she should not be called "Dadidao".

The couple thought that transferring to the hospital would bring hope to bring their son to have a life, but they didn't expect that the son's condition would deteriorate immediately as soon as he was transferred, and the doctor said there was no time to treat him.

Chen Chengran’s father couldn’t answer his wife. The doctor couldn’t. What could he do?

"By the way, isn't his classmate a doctor?" Chen Chengran's mother raised her head and asked her husband, "When he was hospitalized today, his classmate said that he would accompany our son to cure the disease, saying that it would be cured. He said that it would be cured.

There is hope. Where is his classmates who said this?"

"You are talking about Dr. Pan. He is a classmate of truth, but he is just a medical student." Chen Chengran's father reminded his wife to be clearer and not take the comfort of other medical students seriously.

The teacher said there was no help, so how could the students save the patient?

"I believe him, and I'm sure I said that he is a very good classmate. He was the first in their class. He would not lie every word he said. He is not the kind of person who likes to lie." Chen Chengran's mother

Very seriously, every word my son said before.

Hearing the classmate's mother say this, Pan Shihua's body, standing at the door of the ward, seemed to be trembling: The classmate said he believed in him, but what can he do?

Seeing that classmate Pan was under too much pressure, Xie Wanying passed by him and went to the ward to inquire about the patient's condition. She passed through the crowd and found Dr. Jiang and shouted: "Teacher Jiang."

Standing at the end of the patient's bed and following the changes in the patient's condition with other doctors, Dr. Jiang did not notice them coming in. Hearing the voice turned around and was surprised when he saw her: "Why are you here?"

"The patient is my classmate." Xie Wanying's brief explanation was very brief.

Dr. Jiang then saw Pan Shihua standing at the door. The other party's white face made Dr. Jiang sigh: If he had known this, he wouldn't have called him.
Chapter completed!