Ye Liangyan also saw Xing Ziyu.
With a faint smile, she seemed to have lost all her strength, "Let's talk about this later. The patient suddenly lost consciousness, he's forty-five, with a history of heart disease, and he has been under a lot of work stress lately. I suspect it is cardiogenic shock. You need to save him quickly."
The nurse next to them had already fitted Song Hengsheng with an oxygen mask, and another doctor, a bit older than Xing Ziyu, had checked Song Hengsheng over. Upon hearing what she said, he looked up at her in surprise, his eyes smiling, "The young lady seems to know quite a bit, eh? Are you Ziyu's junior, a student of Shengjing Medical College? What year are you in?"
Ye Liangyan smiled slightly, "Sophomore."
The doctor didn't say anything more and called Xing Ziyu over. The two of them lifted Song Hengsheng into the ambulance.
Naturally, Song Bohui and Mrs. Song followed to the hospital.
Before leaving, Song Bohui glanced at Ye Liangyan.
