The poor husband I picked up turned out to be from a wealthy family

Chapter 651 Yan Jiangshan was rescued again

"Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan!" Chen Yong called out his name anxiously, his voice trembling. He gently shook Yan Jiangshan's shoulders, trying to wake him up, but Yan Jiangshan only moved his eyelids slightly without any response.

He knew the situation was extremely critical, so he turned around and ran out of the ward without thinking. His steps were hurried and frantic, and his heels made a series of crisp and urgent sounds on the ground.

"Doctor! Doctor! Come quickly!" Chen Yong shouted loudly as he ran, his voice echoing in the silent corridor.

His voice was filled with fear and anxiety, as if he was making a final resistance to fate.

In the nurses' station, several doctors and nurses were gathered together discussing the patient's condition. When they heard Chen Yong's cry, they all looked up, their faces showing surprise and nervousness.

"Yan Jiangshan is not feeling well, hurry!" Chen Yong ran to the nurse's station, breathlessly saying. Sweat dripped down his forehead, his eyes filled with anxiety and anticipation.

The doctors immediately put down their work, picked up their emergency equipment, and followed Chen Yong to Yan Jiangshan's ward. A race against death had begun.

The doctors and nurses who were recording the patient's medical records heard the alarm, dropped their work, and rushed to Yan Jiangshang's bedside. The doctor quickly checked his vital signs and shouted, "Blood pressure has dropped sharply, and heart rate is irregular. Prepare for emergency treatment!" The nurses skillfully opened the emergency equipment and connected the various instruments.

The doctor picked up the defibrillator and shouted, "Charge! Prepare for shock!" With a "bang", Yan Jiangshang's body was hit by the electric current and bounced violently, but the waveform on the electrocardiogram monitor still did not return to normal.

Without hesitation, the doctor began chest compressions, one after another, forceful and rapid, while the nurses nervously coordinated, injecting various emergency medications.

The seconds ticked by, and the atmosphere in the ward was suffocatingly tense. Everyone's eyes were glued to the ECG monitor, hoping the hopeless line would start beating again.

After a few long and agonizing minutes, a faint fluctuation finally appeared on the ECG monitor, and then gradually returned to normal waveform.

Yan Jiangshang's breathing gradually stabilized, and his hands slowly loosened the bed sheet. The doctor breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "He's stable for now. Continue to observe."

The nurse witnessed this thrilling scene, his heart still pounding. After recovering a little, he quickly picked up his phone and called Yan Jiangshan's son Yan Bei. After a few rings, the phone was finally connected. Yan Bei's slightly puzzled voice came from the other end of the line: "Hello, who is this?"

The nurse's voice was a little nervous and anxious: "Mr. Yan, I'm the nurse in your father's ward. Your father's condition suddenly worsened just now. The doctor has tried to save him, but his condition is still very unstable. You'd better come to the hospital as soon as possible."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and Yan Bei's voice became a little anxious: "Okay, I'll be there right away! Please take good care of my father." After that, Yan Bei hung up the phone.

Yan Bei's face instantly turned pale. He suddenly stood up from his chair, knocking over the cup on the table, splashing water everywhere, but he was completely oblivious. His eyes were wide, filled with fear and anxiety, and his lips trembled slightly. He wanted to say something, but no words came out.

He grabbed the car keys from the table and rushed out the door like a gust of wind. As he ran, he stumbled and nearly fell, but he ignored it, quickly steadied himself, and continued running towards the elevator. Every second of waiting for the elevator was extremely painful for him. He kept pressing the elevator button, his eyes filled with anxiety and impatience.

Finally, the elevator doors opened, and Yan Bei rushed in, frantically pressing the button for the first floor. As the elevator descended, he leaned against the wall, his hands clenched tightly into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, yet he felt no pain. His father's face kept appearing in his mind, each image like a hammer, hammering at his heart.

After exiting the building, Yan Bei rushed to the parking lot as fast as he could. His car careened around the lot, the tires screeching against the ground. He completely ignored traffic rules, running red lights and speeding, with only one thought in mind: get to the hospital quickly to see his father.

Arriving at the hospital, Yan Bei opened the car door and rushed out before it even stopped. He ran frantically down the hospital corridor, his feet barely touching the ground. The people and objects around him became blurry, and all he could see was the door with his father's ward number written on it.

Finally reaching the ward door, Yan Bei leaned his hands against the doorframe, breathing heavily, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He took a deep breath and slowly walked into the ward. His eyes fell on his frail father lying on the bed, and tears instantly blurred his vision.

My father lay there quietly, his chest rising and falling regularly, and the medicine in the IV bottle fell drop by drop, as if playing a soothing melody of life.

Yan Bei's eyes instantly moistened, and his tense nerves relaxed at this moment. He slowly walked to the bedside, stretched out his slightly trembling hand, and gently held his father's hand.

Looking at his haggard father lying on the hospital bed, he felt as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his heart.

Instantly, Yan Bei's eyes were filled with heartache. That heartache was like a deep lake, deep and rich. His eyes were slightly red, and his gaze was intertwined with pain, self-blame, and pity.

He wanted so badly to bear this pain for his father, so that he could regain his former vitality. This heartache, like a tide, surged in his heart, making every nerve of his body ache.

I didn't expect that my father had already recovered, so he needed to be rescued suddenly.

He stood up and looked at the nurse next to him and asked seriously, "What's going on?"

The nurse said honestly, "Mr. Yan, I just went to buy some food, and when I came back I found your father like this."

Yan Bei frowned, "How could it suddenly become like this?"

"Mr. Yan, I don't know either."

"Did you see anyone coming here?" Yan Bei asked.

"I didn't see anyone. I was only out for about ten minutes and came back. I only left because I saw your father was asleep."