Chapter 1221: The Master's Wife's Benevolent Heart

"Electrolyte retest: serum sodium 112 mmol/L, still too low!" The nurse rushed over with the lab report, her voice filled with anxiety.

Zhuang Jingxue gritted her teeth and adjusted the hypertonic saline pump rate: "Increase to 7 ml/kg·h, and carefully observe for any signs of pulmonary edema!"

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She personally adjusted Yang Limei's position, keeping her in a semi-recumbent position to reduce pulmonary congestion, and used a bag-valve-mask for assisted ventilation to increase oxygen flow!

Yang Limei's eyelids trembled slightly, as if she wanted to open them, but she didn't have the strength at all.

Her breathing grew weaker and weaker, the rise and fall of her chest went from faint to almost invisible, and the bluish-gray color of her lips spread to her jaw.

"Director Zhuang, blood pressure 65/35, blood oxygen saturation 78%, early signs of ventricular fibrillation!"

"Prepare for defibrillation!" Zhuang Jingxue shouted sharply. The nurse immediately removed the gauze from the electrode pads. "Charge to 200J!"

She placed her hands on Yang Limei's chest, and with a crisp "snap," the patient's body jerked up and then fell heavily back down.

The waveform on the monitor briefly returned to normal, but after only a few seconds, it fell back into a chaotic jagged pattern.

"One more time, 200J!"

After the second defibrillation, Yang Limei's breathing almost stopped.

"Tracheal intubation, ventilator-assisted ventilation!" Zhuang Jingxue's voice finally carried a hint of barely perceptible tension.

She watched as the nurse quickly inserted the endotracheal tube. The ventilator hummed evenly, but it couldn't stop the blood pressure readings on the monitor from dropping continuously.

"Serence sodium is 115 mmol/L, it still hasn't gone up..."

"Heart rate 150 beats/min, blood pressure 58/30!"

Zhuang Jingxue's fingertips had turned white as she stared intently at Yang Limei's bloodless face, countless options flashing through her mind.

However, the myocardial damage caused by hyponatremia is already irreversible, and the chain reaction caused by increased intracranial pressure is like a domino effect, knocking down one life-saving line of defense after another.

Zhuang Jingxue was still giving medical orders and adjusting medication dosages, but every instruction felt like hitting cotton.

Yang Limei's pupils began to dilate, and the light reflex gradually disappeared. The beeping sound of the monitor became more and more monotonous and piercing.

The nurses slowed down, seemingly thinking the patient was beyond saving.

Zhuang Jingxue's voice also lowered, and when she uttered the last sentence, "Continue chest compressions," it was tinged with a weak hoarseness.

The chest compressions continued, the ventilator continued to deliver air regularly, and the hypertonic saline solution continued to be slowly infused, but everyone knew that the faint flame of life was being extinguished little by little.

No matter how hard the medical staff tried to fight the fire, they could not stop the darkness from falling.

Just as the blood pressure reading on the monitor was about to become a flat line, Lin Lang, along with Zhao Lanshan who had just learned the skill of invisibility, used the wall-penetrating technique to enter the ICU emergency room.

There was no time to marvel at the power of invisibility and wall-penetrating abilities. Zhao Lanshan saw her mother lying on the hospital bed, barely clinging to life. She quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth, trying her best not to cry out.

Large tears streamed down Zhao Lanshan's face, soaking her mask.

Thirteen years!

Zhao Lanshan has been missing her deceased mother for thirteen years.

She never dared to dream that one day she would be able to see her critically ill mother again through time travel, making up for the regret of not being able to see her mother one last time before she passed away.

Although Lin Lang did not want Zhao Lanshan to be too heartbroken after the deaths of Zhao Qiankun and his son, he used hypnotic memory modification to alter Zhao Lanshan's memories, making her mistakenly believe that she was an adopted daughter of the Zhao family.

She even fabricated some false memories, such as her father Zhao Qiankun not treating her well and her younger brother not being close to her.

As a result, Zhao Lanshan's feelings for her father and brother became very distant, and she was indifferent to their deaths. She mistakenly believed that she was an adopted daughter who had taken over and inherited all the assets of Taicheng Group and the Zhao family.

However, since Zhao Lanshan's mother had already passed away, Lin Lang did not alter Zhao Lanshan's memories of her mother at that time.

Therefore, Zhao Lanshan clearly remembers all the good things her mother, Yang Limei, has done for her since she was a child, including her meticulous care, her devoted nurturing, and the doting love from her biological mother.

Because Lin Lang erased the memory of being loved by her father Zhao Qiankun, the mother's love seemed all the more precious. After all, in Zhao Lanshan's eyes, it was her adoptive mother Yang Limei who treated her as her own daughter and loved her even more than her biological son.

Little did she know, her younger brother Zhao Chengkai and she were both her biological children.

The past flashed through Zhao Lanshan's mind like a slideshow. Her eyes were blurred with tears, but she steadied herself and instinctively wanted to rush to her mother's side.

But remembering Lin Lang's instructions to stay hidden and not cause panic among the medical staff, Zhao Lanshan gripped Lin Lang's arm tightly with both hands and looked at him for help.

In fact, Zhao Lanshan could not see Lin Lang in his invisible form.

Lin Lang gently patted Zhao Lanshan's hand, offering silent comfort.

Zhuang Jingxue frowned slightly, still doing her best to save Yang Limei. A fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her eyes showed unconcealed anxiety and heaviness.

"Director Zhuang, the patient is in critical condition! His heart is almost stopping!" The nurse's voice made Zhao Lanshan's heart clench.

The monitor's beeping sound had become as sharp as a death scythe.

Yang Limei's heartbeat curve was almost a straight line with no ups and downs, and the rise and fall of her chest was so faint as to be barely audible.

Zhuang Jingxue took a deep breath and was about to bend down to perform the final chest compressions.

As soon as her fingertips touched the patient's cold skin, she suddenly felt a very faint warmth sweep across her palm, so quick that she thought it was an illusion caused by the long period of resuscitation.

Lin Lang's figure was hidden beside the emergency bed, his right hand steadily covering Yang Limei's chest, a layer of soft light invisible to the naked eye emanating from his palm, the energy of his healing hand rapidly penetrating through the skin and muscles.

That gentle yet penetrating force, like a stream melting ice in spring, slowly flowed through Yang Limei's failing heart muscle, repairing the cells that had been eroded by hyponatremia.

"Blood pressure...blood pressure is 62/32!"

The nurse stared intently at the monitor, her voice trembling with disbelief, "Blood oxygen saturation 81%, it's improved a little!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhuang Jingxue's eyes. She continued pressing her chest, but clearly felt that the patient's chest seemed to have rebounded more strongly.

She was about to speak when she was interrupted by the nurse's even more urgent shout: "My God! Heart rate 130 beats/min, blood pressure 75/40! Serum sodium 120 mmol/L!"

The jagged waveform on the monitor is rapidly becoming regular, and the originally weak heartbeat curve is gradually becoming clearer, with each fluctuation becoming stronger than before.

The soft light in Lin Lang's palm grew stronger, and Yang Limei's pale face visibly faded from ashen, with a faint bluish tinge appearing on her lips.

Then the crimson color spread down his jawline, gradually staining his cheeks, and even his originally relaxed eyelids began to tremble slightly, much more so than before.

"Blood oxygen 90%! Blood pressure 89/55! Blood sodium 130 mmol/L, which is close to the normal range!"

The nurse's voice was full of joy, and she could barely hold onto her pen. "Heart rate 110 beats per minute, regular rhythm! Director Zhuang, the patient's breathing... spontaneous breathing has returned!"

The ventilator was still making a regular sound, but Yang Limei's chest began to rise and fall steadily, gradually synchronizing with the rhythm of the ventilator, and even slowly taking over.

Zhuang Jingxue slowly straightened up, watching the various data on the monitor soar as if an accelerator button had been pressed. Her tense shoulders and back finally relaxed involuntarily, and beads of sweat slid down her temples, splashing onto her white coat and leaving a small wet patch.

"Director Zhuang, please wipe your sweat." The female nurse next to him quickly handed him a tissue.

Another nurse said admiringly, "Everyone thought the patient had no hope, but Director Zhuang truly deserves to be called a leading expert in cardiology. He managed to pull the patient back from the brink of death."

Zhuang Jingxue took the tissue and wiped the sweat from her forehead. The heaviness in her eyes was replaced by relief, and she let out a long sigh.

"Observe vital signs first, continue to monitor electrolytes, reduce hypertonic saline to 3 ml/kg·h, and switch the ventilator to auxiliary mode."

Zhuang Jingxue's voice remained steady, yet it couldn't hide a subtle hint of emotion.

Having practiced medicine for many years, Zhuang Jingxue had never seen such an unbelievable reversal. It was as if an invisible hand had forcefully pulled the patient back from the brink of death.

Zhao Lanshan stood in the corner of the ward, covering her mouth with her hands, afraid that she would make a sound. Her mask was already soaked with tears.

She couldn't see Lin Lang, but she could clearly see her mother miraculously recover her blood pressure, blood oxygen, heartbeat, and spontaneous breathing from a near-death state.

Yang Limei's previously bloodless face became rosy and full, her lips regained a healthy pink hue, and even her breathing became even and strong, no longer the weak, dying breath she had before.

Thirteen years of longing.

The regret of not being able to see him one last time.

The trepidation of arriving from another time.

All of this transformed into scalding tears at that moment, gushing out from the corners of Zhao Lanshan's eyes. But these were no longer suppressed sobs; instead, they were trembling with extreme joy.

She desperately wanted to rush over and hug her mother, to call out "Mom," but she held back, biting her lower lip tightly and letting her tears blur her vision.

Only when Zhao Lanshan felt the comforting warmth of Lin Lang at her fingertips did she turn her head slightly and look in the direction of Lin Lang in the air, her eyes filled with gratitude and the light of surviving a disaster.

At this moment, Zhao Lanshan's gratitude and love for Lin Lang reached their peak.

Being able to witness her mother's miraculous survival gave Zhao Lanshan a chance to make up for her regrets.

The values ​​on the monitor eventually stabilized within the normal range: blood pressure 110/70 mmHg, heart rate 98 beats/min, blood oxygen saturation 98%, and blood sodium 135 mmol/L.

Yang Limei slowly opened her eyes a crack, her hazy gaze sweeping around before finally landing on Zhao Lanshan. Instinctively, she cried out, "Daughter, I...I want to see my daughter!"

"I want to see my daughter one last time before I die." Yang Limei's body was still somewhat weak, and her voice was trembling with sobs.

Zhao Lanshan's heart skipped a beat, mistakenly thinking that her mother had seen her in her invisible form. In fact, her mother was just looking in the direction of the ICU emergency room door.

Hearing her mother, with her last breath, say that she wanted to see her one last time before she died, Zhao Lanshan's tears fell like beads from a broken string.