Old Chief Physician Pan and Tang Xiu had just arrived outside the operating theater, but before she could call her family, the doors of the operating theater flung open and a stretcher trolley was wheeled out from inside.
Tang Xiu was stunned. There was no white sheet on it.
Her father's greyish-white hair accentuated his ashen-grey complexion, which made him look like he had met his end.
On the stretcher trolley sat a girl in a blue surgical gown. Her posture was awkward as she repeatedly squeezed the self-inflating bag to provide positive pressure ventilation.
The medical field was alien to Tang Xiu, but a knowledgeable person like her vaguely knew that the self-inflating bag was a type of artificial ventilation, a method to deliver oxygen to her father.
Sorrow instantly consumed her heart.
Tears started pouring from her eyes in a seemingly endless flow.
