"Such a large dosage, are you sure it's okay?"
The person asking was Tao Cheng, sitting in the co-pilot seat.
In his impression, the dosage of adrenaline for an adult is 0.5 milliliters.
Now Luo Qi's dosage was multiplied four times, and Lin Yi's was eight times.
It's already frightening.
"At this point, we have to go with strong medication," Su Ting said, "Even a slight mistake could be fatal."
Tao Cheng didn't say anything more since he wasn't an expert in this field; he could only hope Su Ting knew what she was doing.
Holding the prepared adrenaline, Yu Siying and Su Ting injected Lin Yi and Luo Qi respectively into their veins.
"Brother Hu, help me prepare the defibrillator; we'll need it later."
"Okay."
Su Ting pressed forcefully on Luo Qi's chest, but after a dozen compressions, there was no response.
She then opened her mouth, pinched her nose, and began artificial respiration.
But even after more than twenty attempts, the ECG showed no signs of activity.
