Chapter 1297 - 823: The Utterly Despairing Long Tone (Part 3)

With the way Du Heng is crazily twisting now, the patient's brain has probably turned into mush, hasn't it?

Can this save someone?

This is definitely a medical accident.

But no matter how regretful and anxious the emergency doctor is now, he doesn't dare to stop Du Heng because that needle is still in Du Heng's hand, and the patient still has a heartbeat.

Less than a minute passed, but it felt like an eternity to everyone.

And in that brief moment, big beads of sweat had already seeped from Du Heng's forehead.

Just when everyone thought they were about to announce the patient's time of death, the noise on the monitor suddenly became pleasing.

No one knew if it was the medicine they used earlier taking effect, or the medicine Du Heng just administered, or the long needle in Du Heng's hand doing its work—anyway, the patient's condition suddenly improved.

And at that moment, everyone was surprised to find that not only had the patient's heart rate stabilized, but his eyelids also showed slight movement.

This action indicated that the patient, who had been in a coma, was actually showing signs of waking up.

At this time, Du Heng also noticed the patient's condition, immediately stopping the strong stimulation method, and began to slowly withdraw the needle.

When he completely removed the needle, the patient shakily opened his eyes.

First confused, then his eyes gradually became clear.

When he clearly saw the people in front of him, the patient suddenly spoke, "Doctor Du, I'm sorry."

Sorry?

Du Heng forced a smile, "It's good that you're awake; I'll give you another check-up."

After glancing at the monitor beside him, Du Heng directly grabbed the patient's wrist.

But when his fingers touched the patient's wrist, Du Heng's expression stiffened slightly.

Before the resuscitation, the patient's pulse was very erratic.

But now, his pulse had only one condition—that is, no pulse.

Du Heng sighed in his heart, thinking he was too optimistic, hoping to hold onto this breath so he would have a chance to restart the patient's kidneys.

Now it seems everything was just his beautiful imagination.

Du Heng slowly withdrew his hand, turned his head, and asked Director Niu, "Where are the patient's family members?"

Director Niu quickly replied, "Just outside the door."

Du Heng then turned his head, looked at the patient, and softly asked, "I'll bring your family in; you can have a few words with them."

The patient smiled, but the oxygen tube on his face distorted his smile a bit, "Forget it, my big brother is timid; seeing me like this will scare him.

Tell him not to blame himself; it's my fate, nothing to do with him.

Also, in the future, my wife and child will have to rely on him,"

Du Heng nodded slightly, then slowly stood up and gently retreated to the back.

"How is it?" Director Niu asked in a low voice.

Du Heng shook his head, and Director Niu's expression also darkened.

Then the emergency medical staff hurried forward, starting their work, trying to control the patient's current situation.

Just a minute later, the monitor that had just quieted down emitted a piercing alarm again.

But this time, the annoying alarm sound only sounded briefly a few times before changing to a long, despairing tone.

Du Heng glanced at the sick bed, then directly turned and left the hospital room.

This time, he didn't run but walked very slowly.

This was the fourth person to leave him, but just like that boy with leukemia before, it was so suffocating and infuriating.

And outside the hospital room, Du Heng once again saw the worn-out, honest brother-in-law.