The glass door closed, isolating Joyce outside.
Joyce leaned against the glass door, watching Justin's blood pressure and heart rate drop on the monitoring equipment.
She was anxious.
The doctors were desperately trying to resuscitate him.
But finally, accompanied by a long "beep" sound.
On the display screen, Justin's heartbeat became a straight line.
Joyce's eyes widened as she watched the straight line on the screen blankly, with only a buzzing sound left in her mind.
Impossible, she didn't believe it. Justin's heartbeat was gone.
Is he dead?
"No, Justin, no." Joyce pounded hard on the glass door, "Hurry up, you have to find a way to save him, hurry up!"
It had been six years since she and Justin met.
Even though she didn't really love Justin, she had a affection far beyond friendship. He was the first warm light in her life, and she had always regarded him as her closest person.
If it hadn't been for the accident, if she hadn't met Luther.
Perhaps someday in the future, when affection turned into attachment and they couldn't leave each other. She might have been with him.
Now, although they had gone their separate ways and missed each other's lives.
But she absolutely didn't want to see him die in such a cruel way and disappear from her life.
How could she endure it? She would live in guilt for the rest of her life.
No, she pounded desperately on the glass door.
Probably sensing her franticness.
The doctors inside did their best to resuscitate him and perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation.
One doctor simply climbed onto the bed and desperately massaged Justin's chest.
Another doctor injected Justin with adrenaline.
And brought a defibrillator.
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