Qiao Xi pushed the door open quickly.
Liu's old lady had collapsed on the ground, her complexion ashen, clutching her chest as she quickly lost consciousness.
Qiao Xi's face was heavy, and she rapidly pressed the emergency bell beside the hospital bed.
"Liu's old lady!"
"Old lady, wake up."
Time was of the essence and there were few nurses available during the lunch break. She laid the old lady flat on her back, observing her weak breathing and rapidly declining heartbeat.
She placed the heel of one hand in the center of her chest, the other on top, and began cardiopulmonary resuscitation.
"1001!"
"1002!"
She counted in tension while a nurse quickly arrived to assist by contacting the cardiology department.
"Secure the oxygen mask, attach electrode patches."
"Yes! Hang in there, Qiao Xi!" said the nurse, kneeling on the side, preparing the equipment. In such situations, a nurse wouldn't dare interrupt a trainee's resuscitation efforts.
