"What's going on? Someone fell down!"
"Quick! Call 120!"
"Oh, you look like your face is turning purple, is it going to be bad?"
Murongyan followed her gaze.
An old man wearing an elegant Chinese tunic suit fell straight to the ground, his body began to twitch violently, and white foam overflowed from his mouth and nose.
People gathered around in a large circle and pointed, but no one dared to step forward.
[Tianji abacus pupil function is turned on]
In my mind, the mechanical sound sounded again.
The world in front of me suddenly changed. A light blue data stream covered the old man.
[Scan target: human male, 72 years old.
[Vital signs dropped sharply...]
[Diagnosis: acute myocardial infarction. The left anterior descending branch of the heart was completely blocked.
[Survival rate assessment: less than 3%.
[Countdown: 58 seconds. 57 Seconds...]
Cold numbers were beating crazily in front of Murongyan's eyes.
58 Seconds?
In this world, how long does it take to save a patient with a heart attack? Ambulance coming? Cut open the chest? That would just kill him on the spot.
Murongyan didn't hesitate at all.
She pushed aside the crowd and walked straight over.
