33 2-in-1

Screeching sirens went off as paramedics carefully carried a young boy to the powder blue stretcher. The little guy's pale face lifelessly dropped to the side, his right leg prominently sputtering blood left and right. One of the paramedics tied a bare cloth around his thigh to stop the bleeding, but it barely did a thing. They hastily entered the van with anxious eyes, desperately hoping they could save this young man's life.

"Zero one one two, heading for Northeastern hospital. Car crash, 8-year-old boy, profusive bleeding in the right leg. No signs of waking up, in extreme need of medical help," A woman spoke into the microphone, tightly holding onto the cloth. She winced at the odd smell, still not used to the job.

"Mao Cui! Go get the emergency defibrillator!" A slender man yelled, restlessly watching at the heartbeat monitor. "He's losing us!"

"Yes, sir!" Mao Cui scrambled as tiny beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, grabbing the defibrillator kit. He quickly set it up and handed over the chest pads to the thin man who was performing CPR onto the boy.

The thin man rubbed the chest pads and deafeningly screamed, "CLEAR!" He banged the black pads onto the boy as hard as he could and then avidly lifted them up, quickly glancing between the boy's expression and the heartbeat monitor at the same time.

No response.

"CLEAR!"

"CLEAR!"

"CLEAR!"

"CLEAR!"

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In a kitchen, an aged woman was tiredly sitting on a stool. She vocalized a heavy sigh, fondly rubbing the small photo in her hand. In the photo, a small boy eagerly grinned ear to ear and posed with two tiny fingers.

"Oh... my baby." She whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.

Ring. Ring.

"Hello, is this the parent of Mo Yi Fan?" A sweet, mellow voice asked.

Mrs. Mo recognized the government-related number, and instantly assume it was a police station.

"Y-yes!" Mrs. Mo replied excitedly. "I'm the mother of Mo Yi Fan! Where's my son? Can I go pick him up right now?"

"Mrs. Mo, I'm going to have to ask you to not interrupt me with questions starting now." The nurse on the other line said. "If you do not let me finish my statement, this will make the situation more difficult. Please remain calm throughout this process."

"Yes, of course," Mrs. Mo nodded, thinking this was protocol.

"Patient 5429, Mo Yi Fan, is right now in Northeastern Hospital. He has gotten in a car accident and doctors are currently trying to keep him alive in Emergency Care," The nurse stated. "Please bring your family to Northeastern Hospital because it may be your son's last moments and you need to pay the medical bills. Thank you, have a nice day."

The nurse hanged up.

"Northeastern Hospital? My Yi Fan is there?" Mrs. Mo mumbled, immediately getting up from her seat. "I have to go see him.. I have to go. My son can't die. He's strong, he's strong."

Thud.

Mrs. Mo stumbled and fell to the floor. Her knees were scratched, but she didn't care about the pain. It was a mother's instinct that made her strive to head to the hospital no matter what, so she grunted and palmed the ground to lift herself up. Suddenly, an intense burning sensation emerged in her chest. Mrs. Mo groaned, her shaking eyes still trying to navigate her footing. She felt her ribs tighten up and her vision getting slower, getting more nauseous by the second.

"No, not now... I need to go to my son..." Mrs. Mo desperately whispered. "Please... don't do this."

At this moment, both the mother and son's heartrate were unusually identical. They were slow, at the verge of death.

"Ling Xin!" The familiar voice shouted. "Ling Xin, are you okay?! We need to call the ambulance right now."

"Stop..." Mrs. Mo weakly said. "I w-won't make it... go... hospital... Yi Fan... H-he's dying... Please.."

"No! Let me call them right now," Mr. Mo stated, already dialing the emergency hotline.

"Take care... of Yi Fan?" Mrs. Mo wept. "He... needs you."

Her heartbeat went still.

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