CHAPTER 570: CHAPTER 570: THE PERSON IS GONE

However, the progress of events was simply beyond human control.

The two were observing, and everything seemed fine; the surgery was also progressing quite smoothly.

But suddenly, a jet of blood spurted out.

"It’s ruptured!"

"Stop the bleeding, quick!"

"Yes!"

Lu Jing and the thoracic surgeon were also hands-on now.

"Give me a shot of epinephrine."

"Okay, Doctor Lu."

"Not good, blood pressure and oxygen levels are dropping rapidly, and the heart rate is now only 50."

"Administer another dose of atropine."

"Yes!"

The chief surgeon was urgently trying to stop the bleeding, but the blood was like water gushing out of a faucet, simply unstoppable.

Glancing at the nearby screen, all the indications were still very low, almost unchanged.

"Doctor Lu, please proceed with defibrillation."

There was no other choice at this point, they had to use whatever they could, with no reservations.

After all, life was the utmost priority.

Lu Jing nodded,

"Okay!"

The defibrillator was rolled over, and Lu Jing stepped forward decisively, while the nurses were all ready.

"First defibrillation, 200 joules."

"200 joules."

"Thump! Thump!"

After the defibrillator discharged, there indeed was a response.

"It’s rising, it’s rising."

"Ah, it’s dropping again, and dropping fast!"

Lu Jing frowned deeply, yet remained calm intellectually:

"Prepare for a second defibrillation."

"Yes!"

"Second defibrillation, 250 joules."

"250 joules."

"Thump, thump!"

Two more discharges.

However, it still didn’t work, and the levels were even lower.

Facing this situation, everyone present was clear about the outcome.

On the operating table, only the neurosurgery chief surgeon was still continuing the sutures, while even Lu Jing had set down the defibrillator and stood silently to the side.

"Old Jia, Old Jia?"

"I know, let her depart with some dignity."

They couldn’t just leave her with her skull open.

Time to take care of what needed to be taken care of.

At that moment, Lu Jing moved again, picking up the alcohol wipes nearby and gently wiping the young girl’s face and body.

The blood that had spurted out had almost entirely covered her.

The girl was still so young, hadn’t seen much of the world, and had experienced so little.

As Dr. Jia had said, the only thing they could do was to let her leave with a bit more dignity.

A young girl should be pretty and clean.

"Right, it’s time to call the police."

The Nurse Director finally realized:

"I’ll go right now."

It wasn’t just about notifying the police, but also reporting to the hospital administration.

After all, a life had been lost on the operating table, and everyone present would be under scrutiny.

After the young girl’s body had been somewhat taken care of, a nurse went to inform the family.

A middle-aged woman had been waiting outside the operating room, and seeing the door open, she hurriedly approached:

"Nurse, how is my daughter?"

The nurse, with red-rimmed eyes and a choked voice, said,

"Family member, please come in."

After all, this might be their last encounter.

The middle-aged woman wasn’t foolish; under normal circumstances, would a family member be allowed into the operating room?

She was utterly stunned:

"I..."

Her body went limp, nearly collapsing.

Thankfully, the Little Nurse was quick to support her and slowly helped her inside.

When the family member entered, the young girl was already clean and tidy, her beautiful hair had only been shaved off, and the long suture wound on her head looked slightly unsettling.

Everyone stood to one side inside, leaving the outer area clear.

The family member stumbled in and immediately knelt on the floor:

"My daughter, my daughter!"