Emergency room,
"1mg of epinephrine, push it fast!"
Zhang Qingquan was organizing the resuscitation, at this moment the heartbeat on the monitor had turned into a straight line.
Shock!
"1mg of epinephrine administered."
Zhang Qingquan continuously performed cardiac resuscitation, but there was no improvement.
"200j, charge."
"Charged."
"Clear!"
Bang~
Beep~~~
Continue compressions.
From entering the rescue room to now, they had been rescuing for over 20 minutes.
Just then, a figure pushed open the door of the rescue room and walked in quickly.
Qin Feng glanced at the person being rescued on the hospital bed. Although the blood-stained face was somewhat blurry, he could still clearly recognize it.
It was Lu Sheng whom he had seen before, but blood and froth kept seeping from the intubated mouth with the compressions, and the face was turning blue.
The left leg lay weakly, presenting an odd protrusion and twist, with blood continuously dripping from the wound.
