"I am the same. As soon as I get busy, I forgot about my discomfort. It seems that we are basically adapting and will get better and better!"

The two encouraged each other to enter the ward, greeted several patients with a smile, conducted routine examinations, helped the patients solve minor problems, disinfected and cleaned the ward... These things have become more and more smooth.

In the afternoon, Meng Tiantian and Wang Mengxue were in the ward for examination, and Li Jianguo's data were stabilized.

"Mr. Li, although your blood pressure is still high, it has stabilized at least and the blood oxygen content is higher than before. Doesn't you feel much better if you can't breathe under oxygen?"

Meng Tiantian asked with a gentle smile while recording the medical record.

"It's much better, but thanks to you! It's getting better and better!" Li Jianguo's physical condition and mood are gradually getting better.

After all the patients had their routine examinations, Wang Zixuan drew cats and dogs on their clothes, painting their clothes every day. Listening to everyone's praise, Wang Zixuan was extremely happy.

"If you want me to see me, Zixuan's little baby gave birth to a short tail!" Wu Ping smiled and joked with Wang Zixuan.

"Tail? But I am a human, who has a long tail!" Wang Zixuan widened his eyes.

Wu Ping laughed happily, "So you have one missing tail. If you really have a tail, then I think you won't be able to go up to the sky now!"

Wang Zixuan then realized it, and didn't mind, but laughed with everyone, "How long is the tail that can make you go up from here!"

Everyone was talking and laughing. Li Jianguo laughed and called Meng Tiantian, who was painted with a doll cat on his back again: "Tiantian, I want to drink some hot water!"

"I just poured you a cup and put it in there, I'll feed you!"

Meng Tiantian walked over and picked up the cup, and used a spoon to send the water to the old man's mouth.

"It's still a little hot." Li Jianguo smacked his lips.

"It's hot? I'm wearing it too thick and I can't feel the temperature. Can I drink it later?"

"Okay, drink later!"

Li Jianguoan lay down quietly, with a breathing catheter on his nose. Meng Tiantian saw him lying quietly on the bed and smiling on his face and listened to everyone's words, so he was busy cleaning up the garbage in the ward.

Wu Ping was smiling and asking Wang Zixuan about her academic performance and school affairs. Huang Yong was playing with his mobile phone while occasionally talking, and Wang Mengxue was disinfecting the ward.

Everything looks harmonious and orderly, and there is even a warm atmosphere in the ward.

However, one minute later, an accident happened.

Li Jianguo was originally lying quietly on the bed, but suddenly he started coughing. He first made a slight sound or two, and then began to get up rapidly and violently. Meng Tiantian was shocked when she heard the cough, and immediately put down her work and rushed to the bed to help him gently caress his chest and relieve his anger.

"Uncle, where are you feeling uncomfortable? Is itchy throat or what?"

But Li Jianguo could not say a word. He just opened his eyes wide and coughed violently, grabbed the quilt covered with his hands, and blue veins on the back of his hands burst out. In just over a dozen seconds, his face immediately turned red.

"Quick! Adjust to high flow oxygen inhalation!" Meng Tiantian shouted while helping Li Jianguo gently press his chest.

Wang Mengxue was panicked, but at Meng Tiantian's instructions, he immediately adjusted the oxygen flow.

Li Jianguo's upper half of his body was arching on the bed, his head swayed with difficulty, and the coughing sound was more violent and miserable. With his coughing sound, there was a more difficult and rapid breathing sound. It seemed that an old and bad bellows were working hard in his throat. At the same time, the electrocardiogram monitor beside him also began to sound a harsh alarm.

Meng Tiantian's heart sank, and she looked up and took a quick look at the electrocardiogram monitor. The lines on it fluctuated rapidly up and down.

No one spoke in the ward, and all the excitement was interrupted by the sudden emergency. They were all so nervous that they almost held their breath, and there was no extra sound. Only Li Jianguo's voice was louder and louder, as if he was about to cough his lungs.

Li Jianguo's face was already a little purple. Meng Tiantian continued to help him press his chest with one hand, and hurriedly grabbed the pager with the other hand, pressing the button heavily, "Li Jianguo's condition was in critical condition, and he had severe breathing difficulties and coughing fiercely..."

"Cough cough cough!" After a few more difficult coughs, Li Jianguo suddenly stretched his neck upwards and struggled. Then all the sounds stopped abruptly after a sharp shout. His upper half of his body also fell back to the bed with the scream. The breathing catheter was bounced aside. Meng Tiantian subconsciously quickly threw the pager on his right hand to help him put the breathing catheter next to his nose.

However, the fluctuating lines of the electrocardiogram monitor slowly flattened down and became a straight line. The cold and boring sound of "Drip" continued to repeat. Meng Tiantian looked at the straight line that continued smoothly without any fluctuations, swallowed heavily but didn't know what to say. Her left hand was still unconsciously pressing Li Jianguo's chest, but it never jumped there again.

"Sister Tiantian... the uncle's heartbeat stopped!" Wang Mengxue stood beside the bed, with a hint of trembling and sobbing when she spoke. She saw that the situation was critical just now and was about to help Li Jianguo move his hands and feet to increase blood circulation, but before he could do it, the patient's heartbeat stopped.

Meng Tiantian stood beside the bed with a hunched over, still moving in that position. She felt that her hands and feet were cold at this moment. The already soaked protective suit seemed to be poured with a large basin of cold water, and it was ice from beginning to end.

Li Jianguo's eyes wide open and his mouth opened slightly, but he no longer moved. Meng Tiantian pressed his chest unconsciously and no longer responded. She was stunned for a moment, straightened her body slightly, stretched out her right hand and gently stroked Li Jianguo's still open eyes. When she took the hand, the blood-covered eyes had already closed.

"Does the patient have any adverse symptoms before coughing?" Peng Yue pushed open the door of the ward and walked in. He hurried over, but from outside the glass, he saw the dead straight line on the electrocardiogram monitor.

Meng Tiantian raised her head and glanced at the other three people in the ward. She suddenly felt a little regretful that Aner Iodine was applied to the goggles today. There was no fog covering the eyes on the goggles, so she could see the disappointed and panic eyes clearly.

The entire ward had never seemed so dead and silent. Even the naughty Wang Zixuan wrapped himself tightly with a quilt.

It felt like a heavy stone was pressed on her heart. Meng Tiantian felt that she was also a little suffocated at this time. She took a deep breath and adjusted her condition. The report said: "I suddenly coughed sharply, without any symptoms. I also said I wanted to drink water a minute ago. I fed him a small sip. He said it was a bit hot and I would drink it later."

She turned her head and looked at the transparent cup that was still steaming, and her tone was inexplicably choked and trembling.

Peng Yue had quickly come to the hospital bed to observe the body. Li Jianguo's hand was claw-shaped and he had no strength at this time. He lay loose on the quilt. His face was held in a blue and purple look a little gloomy and his lips were black and purple.

After checking, Peng Yue sighed, "The patient had a history of curing common pneumonia. The lungs were loaded very much. Now he has a sudden respiratory distress syndrome and it is too urgent. This is also impossible. You two can help the patient clean up their things!"

After packing up his things and preparing to be discharged from the hospital, Meng Tiantian added in his heart, but discharge was a different form.

Peng Yue didn't say everything. His voice was tired and helpless, but he still had to keep calm in front of the terrified patient and the nurse whose emotions had been affected.

"Doctor, is this sudden? Will we do the same?"

Wu Ping asked in a trembling voice, facing death, and the bed was next to her, so she couldn't help but be afraid.

"Not every patient will do this. You are much better in the situation, and your lung function is relatively sound, don't worry!" Peng Yue tried hard to comfort several patients, but the effect was not very great. The ward was filled with an unspeakable fear.

Meng Tiantian took a deep breath again, moved her hands and feet to adjust her condition, and began to help Li Jianguo pack up his things according to Dr. Peng Yue's simple instructions.

The blue curtain was pulled up, which also blocked the sight of other patients.

According to regulations, because the epidemic is serious and the corpse is also a source of infection, some patients must immediately deal with the corpse after they die in the ward. The corpse needs to be sent to the funeral home for cremation within two hours. The family members cannot even see their relatives for the last time, nor can they hold a death ceremony. The family members can only sign the death confirmation form, and then wait for the body to be cremated to collect the ashes.

Meng Tiantian and Wang Mengxue began to sort out the old man's personal belongings without saying a word, strictly disinfect his belongings and bodies, and then put them in a large bag and seal them.

If it weren't for wearing thick protective clothing, Meng Tiantian thought to herself that she could still feel the temperature that had not yet dissipated on Li Jianguo's body at this time.

Through a blue cloth curtain, the sound of disinfection and bag packaging can be heard clearly. Wu Ping pursed her lips tightly and her face turned pale, Huang Yong was also staring at the curtain, while Wang Zixuan was shivering in the quilt.

Soon the blue curtain was opened, Meng Tiantian and Wang Mengxue carried the heavy black bag and walked away with difficulty. Both of them were a little breathless by this heavy and depressing atmosphere. No one spoke in the ward, and they were staring at the long black bag. There was no one on the bed where Li Jianguo was originally lying.

The two handed over the patient's body, Meng Tiantian left behind to help apply for the death certificate, and she also kept Li Jianguo's relics, all of which were to be handed over to Li Jianguo's wife.

The snow-white thin paper in his hand was invisibly weighing a thousand pounds. Meng Tiantian held the pieces of paper in one hand and asked Li Jianguo's wife to sign, and then take it out for cremation.
Chapter completed!