NCCnovel Chapter 625: First Aid
Chapter 625: First Aid
Night fell on Kuncheng Central Hospital, and the atmosphere in the emergency room was suffocatingly tense.
Mu Xiaoji lay quietly on the hospital bed, his body full of various instruments and tubes to maintain his vital signs.
The monitor next to it made a regular but slightly rapid ticking sound, as if it was counting down something.
The cause of Mu Xiaoji's illness was extremely special. The complex pathological mechanism was like a maze hidden in the fog, putting the rescue team present in a difficult situation.
Pan Tingting received Dr. Liu's instructions and trotted to the medical station. She quickly picked up the phone and, with trembling fingers, dialed Xiao Yanfang's number.
After the call was connected, the receiver beeped with waiting sounds, each of which seemed to strike at her tense heartstrings.
Finally, Xiao Yanfang's slightly lazy voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello?"
Pan Tingting didn't bother to exchange pleasantries and hurriedly said, "Hello, Xiao Yanfang, do you have the phone number of any member of Mu Xiaoji's team?
Mu Xiaoji has suddenly fallen ill and is being treated in our hospital. However, we have limited knowledge of his condition.
During the treatment, his vital signs became increasingly critical, with all his stats changing dramatically. The situation is extremely dire!"
When Xiao Yanfang heard the news, she felt like she was electrocuted. She sat up with a start and all her sleepiness disappeared without a trace.
There was a hint of panic in her voice as she quickly replied, "I only have his phone number. I don't know anyone else's. What should I do?"
Pan Tingting's heart sank to the bottom in an instant, and the hand holding the phone trembled slightly. She felt as if she was in a desperate situation and was at a loss for a moment.
There's always a way out. A flurry of hurried, chaotic footsteps approached from afar. Andreas and his personal bodyguard hurried into the medical station.
Andreas was breathing heavily, with beads of sweat on his forehead, obviously he had been running all the way here.
His eyes revealed extreme anxiety and worry, and he quickly asked, "Excuse me, how do I get to the emergency room?"
Pan Tingting was startled by the sudden intruder and looked at them in confusion.
Andreas saw that the nurse didn't seem to understand and was getting anxious and at a loss. The bodyguard next to him quickly took out a pair of earphones from his pocket and handed one to Pan Tingting.
And repeated: "How do I get to the emergency room?"
Only then did Pan Tingting hear clear Chinese voices from the headset. She pointed forward and said, maintaining her professional demeanor, "Just keep going straight."
Seeing the three people preparing to run forward, she suddenly remembered Mu Xiaoji's emergency and hurriedly shouted, "Are you Mu Xiaoji's friends?"
The bodyguard nodded quickly and said: "Yes"
Pan Tingting seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and said anxiously: "Can you contact the medical team members of Renxin Hospital?
Mu Xiaoji's condition is not optimistic and his vital signs are very unstable. Our hospital's existing medical plan cannot effectively respond to his condition. We urgently need members of his professional medical team to come and provide emergency treatment."
When Andreas heard this, his heart instantly rose to his throat. Without thinking too much, he hurriedly looked at the bodyguard for confirmation.
The bodyguard translated immediately, and Andreas hurriedly took out his mobile phone, swiped his finger across the screen, quickly found Collewell's number, and dialed it without hesitation.
At this time, Coleman was at the government gate, having an in-depth understanding of Mu Xiaoji's situation with reporters Yao Xinyue and Ming Ye.
The surrounding environment is a bit noisy, with the sounds of vehicles driving and people talking mixed together.
Although it was late at night, because of the incident involving Al Robuk, the owner of Kuncheng NGR Garment Factory.
Dear journalists, in order to track and report the true inside story in real time, we are waiting at the door of government departments, awaiting new handling results and giving the general public a transparent and open explanation.
Suddenly, a crisp cell phone ring rang, and Coleman subconsciously reached for his pocket.
I took out my phone and saw that it was my cousin Andreas calling. I quickly pressed the answer button: "Hello, cousin, what's up?"
On the other end of the phone, Andreas' voice was short and rapid, revealing unmistakable nervousness:
"Immediately take your medical team members to the emergency room of the Central Hospital as quickly as possible. Mu's life is in danger. No time to lose!"
Upon hearing the news, Coleman was shocked. His mouth dropped open slightly as he subconsciously asked, "Wasn't he arrested by the police? Why is he in the hospital?"
"Don't ask anymore. There's no time to explain now. Bring your medical team members and rush to the hospital as quickly as possible!" Andreas almost yelled and hung up the phone.
Coleman was fully aware of the seriousness of the situation and could not afford to hesitate. He quickly hung up the phone, looked in his address book, searched for Cheng Jianpeng's number, and dialed it.
In the sea view villa not far away, the TV news continued to broadcast the recent turmoil in Kuncheng, and the flickering images were reflected on the walls of the living room.
Cheng Jianpeng, Liang Boyu and Tian Dayong were lying on the sofa in a mess. Bored by the day's lack of things to do, they had already fallen into a deep sleep.
A quick and sharp ring of a cell phone, like a heavy hammer, broke the silence in the villa.
Cheng Jianpeng was suddenly awakened from his sleep and slowly opened his sleepy eyes, with sleepiness still in his eyes.
He reached out and fumbled for his phone on the coffee table. Seeing that the number displayed on the screen was Colliweiler's, he answered the call and said with a hint of laziness and doubt:
"Colleville, where are you? Why don't you go home so late?"
Ke Laiweiler was practically roaring on the other end of the phone: "You guys start the medical vehicle equipment immediately and go to the emergency room of the city center hospital to rescue Mu.
I'm already on my way to the hospital. Hurry! Mu's condition is extremely critical. Even a second late could put his life in danger!"
This news was like a bolt from the blue, instantly making the three people's sleepiness disappear without a trace.
Their eyes were instantly filled with shock and worry. As if driven by an invisible force, they jumped up from the sofa almost at the same time, turned around and rushed towards the door without saying anything.
As Cheng Jianpeng ran, he turned back and shouted to Liang Boyu, who was still holding his coat, "Hurry up, hurry up!"
The three figures quickly disappeared at the door of the villa, leaving only the sound of the news broadcast on TV echoing in the empty living room.
At this critical and suffocating moment, the atmosphere in the emergency room was as heavy as a substance.
Mu Xiaoji lay quietly on the operating table, and the medical staff around him were busy and hurried.
The flashing lights and beeping sounds of various instruments are intertwined, as if playing a countdown melody of life.
At this moment, Mu Xiaoji's consciousness seemed to have fallen into chaos, and he inexplicably wandered into his own sea of consciousness.
He only felt as if his body was being gently fiddled with by countless pairs of invisible hands. The strange touch made his consciousness gradually move from blurred to clear.
Finally, he slowly opened his eyes. This glance made his originally dull eyes instantly glow with surprise.
That long-lost and extremely familiar face was now right in front of him, busy and focused beside him.
Jiang Chengyu in front of him was wearing a short gray coarse linen shirt and a simple apron tied around his waist.
The sleeves of his arms were gently rolled up, and a white handkerchief was tightly covering his mouth and nose.
Despite his simple and even somewhat shabby attire, it could not conceal Mu Xiaoji's deep-rooted familiarity with him, nor the unique aura emanating from his tall and upright figure.
Mu Xiaoji raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and called out softly and affectionately: "Little Monster, what are you busy with?"
Jiang Chengyu turned around upon hearing the voice, his eyes, which seemed to be able to speak, were filled with concern and reproach. He looked at Mu Xiaoji and said:
"What's wrong with you? How could you let your old illness relapse? You've been quiet for a long time. I thought you were cured."
Mu Xiaoji smiled lightly, a smile that was a bit tired but pretended to be relaxed.
"No, it's just that some of the things I've encountered recently have been a bit tedious and complicated. I'll be fine after I get a good night's sleep and recuperate."
Jiang Chengyu frowned slightly and said with a worried look on his face, "You always make things sound so easy, I'm afraid your old problem this time won't be so easy to deal with!
From a medical perspective, the chain reaction triggered by this relapse has severely affected your cardiopulmonary function, and all physiological indicators have deteriorated sharply."
When Mu Xiaoji heard this, his heart tightened slightly, but he soon relaxed and looked at Jiang Chengyu gently.
Softly, he said, "Little Monster, I... missed you! Let me stay with you this time, okay?"
Jiang Chengyu's lips showed a hint of warmth, and he declined politely: "What nonsense are you talking about! I have already transplanted my heart and lungs to you.
You have to go back and take good care of Choubao. He is still so young and needs his father's company and love even more."
When Mu Xiaoji heard the words "organ transplant", he was shocked as if he had received an electric shock.
He struggled to get up, but he felt as if his whole body was tightly bound by countless ropes. He was unable to move and could not obey his commands.
Seeing this, Jiang Chengyu smiled slightly. That smile was like the warm sun in winter, soothing Mu Xiaoji's flustered heart. He said softly:
"Xiaoji, be obedient and stop making a fuss! I've given you anesthesia, which will ease your pain. Just wait quietly! I'll be there in a moment."
Mu Xiaoji seemed to be hallucinating at this moment. He clearly saw that Jiang Chengyu was holding a living, powerfully beating heart in his hand.
Then slowly move it towards your body and place it into your chest.
He was instantly startled and broke out in a sweat. His voice was trembling and anxious as he said, "No, I don't want the little monster. I don't need it. Stop it right now."
In the real world outside the dream, Coleville, Cheng Jianpeng and Liang Boyu have already changed into surgical gowns in the disinfection room in strict accordance with the aseptic operation procedures.
They looked focused, with determination and professionalism in their eyes. They stood by Mu Xiaoji wholeheartedly and meticulously carried out the plan that Jiang Chengyu had given them before his death, which was specifically for the treatment of Mu Xiaoji.
I saw Coleman skillfully preparing a special medicine. The formula of the medicine was the result of Jiang Chengyu's countless experiments and research.
It contains a variety of rare and special ingredients that can specifically repair damaged cell tissues.
Cheng Jianpeng held a sophisticated instrument and stimulated and guided Mu Xiaoji precisely according to the specific acupuncture points and meridians.
This unique rescue method aims to stimulate the body's own immune system and enhance the body's self-healing ability.
Liang Boyu closely watched the changes in data on various monitoring instruments and reported to the other two people at any time to ensure that the entire treatment process was foolproof.
Under the close and professional cooperation of the three people, through the corresponding medicine and unique rescue methods, Mu Xiaoji's complex body data,
Key indicators such as heart rate, blood pressure, blood oxygen saturation, and other key indicators are gradually returning to normal range, as if a ship groping forward in the dark finally sees a glimmer of hope in the distance.