A group of medical staff participating in the rescue came out of it, but everyone had a look of frustration on their faces!
With such an expression, you already know the result without asking.
Song Renjie didn't care anymore and ordered his bodyguards to beat the girl. He hurriedly asked, "Doctor, doctor, how is my dad? How is my dad?"
Wu Xintian, the attending doctor and the director of the hospital, shook his head at him, "I'm sorry, we have tried our best. Please bear with us!"
When Song Zhien heard this, his eyes suddenly turned black, and he fell to the ground top-heavy.
Lin Xiaoming had good eyesight and quick hands, so he quickly supported her and stretched out his hand to gently press her ejaculation point.
Song Renjie became excited and yelled at Wu Xintian, "What nonsense are you talking about? I feel sorry for you and your whole family!"
Although Wu Xintian understood his mood, he couldn't accept such insults and couldn't help but look at him.
"Renjie, calm down!"
"Dean Wu, he can't accept this fact, please forgive me!"
"..."
Parting between life and death is undoubtedly the most painful thing in the human world.
Wu Xintian had experienced a lot of similar things, and finally didn't care about it anymore. He just shook his head and sighed, "You go in to see him one last time!"
"Dad, my dad, my dad!" Song Renjie's mood did not calm down. Instead, he shouted even more. He was about to rush to the rescue room inside, but he couldn't move and could only shout at the bodyguards.
"You are dead, push me in, push me in!"
The bodyguards were about to step forward, but Song Fan had already waved for them to stop, and they all stayed outside. He pushed Song Renjie into the rescue room.
"Beep——" Inside the rescue room, the ECG monitor connected to Song Jinde was still making a sharp and long beep!
Song Jinde's face was gray and he lay there motionless, his heartbeat arcing into a straight line, and all the values had turned to 0!
Song Lifan glanced at Song Jinde on the bed, shook his head and sighed, "Lao Wu, I'll leave this to you. I'll contact the funeral home to prepare for my brother's death!"
Song Jinlong...he did not arrive. He and Deng Mingzhu were still on the way.
Song Zong didn't say anything and turned around silently to leave.
When a person dies, like a lamp extinguished, the warmth and coldness of the world also emerges!
In an instant, more than half of the family members in the emergency room were reduced. The only ones left were Song Fan, Song Renjie, and Song Zhien!
"Dad, dad, wake up, don't die, don't die, what will I do if you die?"
Song Renjie was so emotional that he cried to the sky and the earth, his father was dead and his sky was falling!
Song Zhien originally thought that she had no feelings for this old man, and even if he died, she would not be sad!
However, when she saw Song Jinde lying there quietly, without the majesty and severity of the past, her tears were like broken beads, rolling down uncontrollably!
When they were grieving, Lin Xiaoming who was following him saw Song Jinde's hand hanging aside, and couldn't help but reach out, trying to lift his hand back to his side.
Out of professional habit, when I raised his hand, I couldn't help but touch his pulse.
There was indeed no pulse, heartbeat and breathing also stopped. Song Jinde really passed away from this world.
The only interaction between Lin Xiaoming and this old man was the last video conference. There was no relationship at all, but seeing a life disappear made him feel uncomfortable.
Maybe he should have come earlier, as soon as the video conference was over, then Song Jinde might still have a chance to survive, but now... it's too late!
Lin Xiaoming sighed silently and was about to put his hand back to Song Jinde's side. At this time, he found that Song Jinde's hand was still warm.
This is obviously a normal phenomenon!
After death, various tissues and organs will gradually stop functioning!
Under the influence of internal and external factors, the corpse will become completely cold in about three to four hours.
However, it was this warmth that made Lin Xiaoming feel that he might be able to fight for his life, so he quickly looked at his eyelids and found that his pupils were not completely dilated.
There is a chance of life, although it is extremely slim!
Lin Xiaoming didn't hesitate anymore and quickly ripped off Song Jinde's hospital gown.
Song Fan noticed his crazy behavior and shouted angrily, "Stop!"
Song Renjie was furious when he saw this, "You bastard, what are you doing?"
Lin Xiaoming ignored them, and after tearing off Song Jinde's clothes, he took out the needle box he always carried with him, picked up a silver needle and was about to prick him.
The medical skills passed down by my grandfather Lin Hao are all-encompassing, and there are hundreds of acupuncture techniques. Among them, there is a set of acupuncture called "Qiankun Soul-Reviving Acupuncture", which is specially designed to deal with patients who have lost their vitality.
This set of acupuncture has a total of thirty-six needles. Not only does each needle need to be inserted into an important acupuncture point, it also uses internal energy!
The control of strength must be precise and precise. It must be done within the slightest. One minute more or less will have no effect, but if used well, it will have the effect of bringing the dead back to life!
Lin Xiaoming has never used this set of acupuncture before. Firstly, he doesn’t know whether this set of acupuncture is reliable. Secondly, he has never met a suitable patient. Thirdly, his strength does not allow it.
"The Qiankun Soul Resurrection Needle" requires strong internal strength to be used. Lin Xiaoming's previous internal strength was simply not enough. Even if it is barely enough now, it will be greatly depleted after the needle is applied.
But at this moment, there is no other way but to treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor!
This old man cannot die for the time being, because the plot requires it... no, because it depends on him to cancel the marriage between Song Renjie and Luo Meihan.
Seeing that Lin Xiaoming was about to pierce Song Jinde with a needle, Song Fan next to him couldn't figure out what he was going to do, so he immediately pounced on him.
But before he could pounce, Zhaomei had already rushed forward, raising her slender hands. Although she didn't say anything, the warning was obvious: If you come up again, prepare to be hospitalized for concussion!
Song Fan had already experienced the power of recruiting girls, and was forced to retreat, "Lin, what are you doing? My brother is already dead!"
Song Renjie collapsed on the chair, unable to stop him. He could only yell, "You bastard, stop! Don't insult my dad's body!"
Lin Xiaoming turned a deaf ear and slowly inserted the silver needle into Song Jinde's Baihui point, then Tanzhong point, and then Zhangmen point...
After applying a dozen acupuncture points in a row, Song Jinde, who was lying on the bed, still had no reaction at all, but Lin Xiaoming felt dizzy and his legs were weak!
The amount of internal energy required to cast the Qiankun Soul-Reviving Needle was so great that he felt as if his body was gradually being hollowed out!
However, the acupuncture technique has been performed halfway, and if I stop now, all my previous efforts will be wasted. Since I have chosen to be compassionate, I must complete it even with tears in my eyes!
Lin Xiaoming took a deep breath and continued to inject needles.
Seeing that he couldn't stop Lin Xiaoming, Song Fan was going to go out and call the bodyguards and hospital security guards. If that didn't work, he would call the police.
But just as he was about to turn around, someone tugged at the corner of his clothes.
Song Fan lowered his eyes and saw that it was Song Zhien.
Although Lin Xiaoming didn't explain anything to Song Zhien, she knew that Lin Xiaoming was never a purposeless person, and everything he did had a reason, so she shook her head at Song Fan, "Uncle Five, wait a moment!"
Song Fan didn't say anything, but Song Renjie kept yelling and scolding, "What are you waiting for? You just watched him insult my dad like this, but you actually stopped your fifth uncle from calling someone? Song Zhien, let me tell you, my dad
If anything happens to him, you will be responsible."
Song Zhien shook his head, "Song Renjie, please wake up. He is dead now, what else can happen?"
Song Renjie only paused for a moment, but he still couldn't accept the fact and quickly started yelling again.
But even if he screamed until his throat was broken, no one came in because the medical staff were used to all kinds of hysteria from family members when bidding farewell to the body. The bodyguards went to the corner of the stairs to smoke.
In the midst of his howling, Lin Xiaoming finally gritted his teeth and finished using the Qiankun Soul-Reviving Needle, but his whole body looked very bad. Not only was his face pale, but he was also sweating profusely, and he was shaking and unsteady.
"Brother, how are you?" Zhaomei hurriedly came forward to help him.
Lin Xiaoming wanted to fall on top of her, but when he saw her flat chest, the body that was falling on her suddenly changed direction, and finally fell into Song Zhien's arms.
When Song Renjie saw the two of them hugging each other, he wanted to yell at this pair of bastards again. This was the only thing he could do now.
However, when he was thinking about how to scold him harshly and harshly, he saw his father, who was lying on the rescue table and there was some movement along the shore, completely dead, and his fingers suddenly twitched...