"Stroke patient brought in?" the young nurse asked with a frown and a complex look in her eyes, to Xu Xiuxiu.
"Yes," Xu Xiuxiu nodded.
"It's too late. The patient's condition isn't good. The patient's family took them home at noon," the young nurse said with a sympathetic face, shaking her head. After speaking, perhaps realizing she was in the hospital and that tonight she was the only one on duty, her eyes suddenly revealed a bit of timidity.
Though she worked in the hospital and had seen many patients pass away, she still felt fear. The family quickly dragging the barely breathing patient home was self-explanatory. They did it out of fear the patient would die away from home!
"You said the patient's condition is very poor?" Xiuxiu, hearing her words, could hardly hide her shock and nearly dropped the Little Baby in her arms.
How could this be? Despite rushing, could she really miss seeing him for one last time?
