Chapter 2456: The Dying Little Swan

Wei Shangquan looked at the child on the hospital bed in the ambulance and let out a startled cry, "Zhu Xing?!"

No wonder, this child had left a deep impression on them. He was the first child that the Immortal Brother had proactively cared for. Think about it, who is the Immortal Brother? He is an expert, a director. For him to particularly care about a child only indicates the severity of the child’s condition. So, even though last time this child seemed somewhat fine in the emergency room, it actually wasn’t the case. Only the doctor holding all kinds of patient data can thoroughly understand the true situation of the patient’s illness.

Zhu Xing suddenly had an episode at home in the middle of the night, and his mother called the attending physician. Given that Doctor Cheng lived close to the child’s home, when coordinating to dispatch an ambulance, Cao Zhao urged a subordinate to rush to the child’s home first to handle the child’s condition.

This child’s condition is special; doctors unfamiliar with the child’s illness might not know what medication to use or might use the wrong one, and this could be fatal for such a fragile child.

"Dr. Cao." Mother Zhuxing, who was accompanying the child, grabbed the attending doctor’s hand, anxiously saying, "He was just discharged two days ago, how did he end up like this so quickly. He said he couldn’t breathe."

The family member was so anxious that they forgot holding the doctor’s hand would hinder the doctor’s life-saving efforts.

"Please wait. Let me check his condition first, alright?" Cao Zhao softly spoke to the family member, like a cool thread of water extinguishing the emotions on the parent’s mind.

Mother Zhuxing calmed down slightly, her eyes watching as her son was pushed by a group into the emergency room, her face turning pale.

Cao Zhao asked a colleague to get the family member a cup of hot water, then proceeded to the emergency room.

Entering the emergency room. The electrocardiogram monitor was connected to the child, and the screen showed the child’s heart rate rising to one hundred thirty to one hundred forty. This was an onset of ventricular fibrillation and sudden death.

Acute left heart failure was unavoidable.

The child was struggling to breathe, unable to lie down, and could only sit upright.

The doctor increased the oxygen to a high flow.

The child still couldn’t catch his breath, his small face under the oxygen mask was pale, bloodless, with a terrifying bluish hue. Due to hypoxia, the child’s expression appeared vague and scattered, seeming as if he could depart at any moment, causing hearts to panic.

Wei Shangquan held the child’s hand, upon touching, the skin on the patient’s hand felt distinctly cold and clammy, almost like that of a deceased.

This child was nine years old, the age of a young tree growing trunks, aspiring to ascend vertically towards sunlight.

Wei Shangquan’s heart was gripped tightly, he held the child’s hand firmly, hoping to infuse strength into the child.

Zhu Xing’s small hand was like a dying swan, originally drooping, suddenly grasped by his brother. His little eyes opened, the blurred vision recognizing his brother’s face in front, his little mouth murmured.

"What do you want to say?" Wei Shangquan immediately leaned over his ear, pressed closer to the little friend’s mouth to listen.

"Aspire, aspire to learn from Brother—" Zhu Xing’s struggling voice squeezed out of his throat, as if this sentence was the pillar supporting him to live until now.

Wei Shangquan was taken aback, what was this child saying, why couldn’t he figure it out.

Who wanted this child to learn from him, learn what from him? What was there about him to be learned? His academic performance wasn’t even as good as Zhao Zhaowei.

Recalling again, last time when meeting this child, someone had been whispering some secret words into the child’s ear, causing this child to look at him with an unusual gaze.