The three of them took the elevator down to the first floor, and the clamor of the emergency department immediately flooded their ears.
As they passed through the automatic doors, the scene before him made Li Xu stop in his tracks—
In a corner of the emergency hall, a woman in her thirties was slumped in a wheelchair, her head lolling weakly to one side.
Her complexion was ashen, her eyes were half-closed, and her lips had taken on a disturbing cyanotic hue.
Edema had left her face and limbs swollen and shiny, her clothes stretched taut against her body.
Her chest rose and fell faintly only once every few seconds, and white foam occasionally bubbled at the corners of her mouth.
Beside the wheelchair, a gaunt man was clutching the hem of the on-duty doctor's white coat, his voice hoarse. "Please, just let that Dr. Li take a look! The city hospital said... they said my wife has three days at most..."
