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"Let's hope—"
Qiao Chutian looked anxiously at the emergency room's indicator light.
The door suddenly opened, and Dr. Chen walked out with a look of regret and said to them, "I've done my best. Go in and see him one last time."
The four of them shook in disbelief.
The hand of Qiao Chutian, which Mai Xiaomai was holding, suddenly turned ice-cold.
They hurried into the emergency room.
Qiao Feng lay on the hospital bed, his face blue and purple, weakly opening his eyes to look at them.
"Grandpa—"
Qiao Chutian choked as he called out, kneeling before him.
Mai Xiaomai had no time to panic yet; she wanted to see if Qiao Feng could still be revived using the acupuncture methods Lin Xuanzi taught her.
"Did they perform surgery?"
Mai Xiaomai looked at Dr. Chen.
Dr. Chen shook his head, "Surgery is meaningless now; he would only die during the procedure."
Mai Xiaomai lifted the white sheet covering Qiao Feng's body to examine his heart condition.
