"How is that possible? Give me the medical record!" Qiao Weiyang snatched the medical record from the doctor's hand. "Tell me what's going on! Also, prepare cardiac drugs, infusion, and epinephrine!"
With that, she rushed in.
The doctor followed her in. "Miss Qiao, Miss Qiao…"
Qiao Weiyang rushed in and saw a white cloth covering the old man's head. She refused to believe it and went forward to lift the white cloth. "Let me do it! Grandpa can still be saved!"
"He was in a car accident. He wasn't breathing when he was brought here," the doctor reminded her.
Qiao Weiyang had only lifted the white cloth, but her hands were already covered in blood. Was it a car accident?
She was instantly dealt a blow, and tears fell. How could it be a car accident?
"Isn't there something wrong with his heart? Isn't there something wrong with his condition? These can all be treated!" she shouted.
