Zhang Chuan's gasping intensified as he struggled to breathe, ceaselessly gasping with his mouth wide open as if he was about to suffocate to death.
In such a condition, it was extremely uncomfortable. Even when rushed to the emergency room and lying on the hospital bed with the aid of an oxygen machine and mask, his condition only improved slightly.
Now, Zhang Chuan's face was still pale, and he was sweating profusely, unable to comprehend how he had suddenly become like this.
After Zhang Chuan's emotions had stabilized, Li Jin asked, "Director Zhang, have you had this illness before?"
Zhang Chuan shook his head.
"Does it run in your family?"
Zhang Chuan still shook his head.
As a doctor, he was well aware of the importance of good health. He underwent health checks annually and aside from some common minor issues, it was impossible for him to have such a disease.
As for genetic heredity, it was even less likely. Neither his grandparents nor his parents had this illness.
