Turning around, Xie Wanying hurriedly ran out of the room.

Seeing her junior sister agree to check on the baby, Li Xiaobing’s tension relaxed entirely and her head suddenly crashed into the pillow.

A chorus of gasps erupted from those around her.

Xie Wanying couldn’t pay attention to the noises behind her; she had to trust Senior Cao.

She rushed into the living room.

The three people who had earlier carried the child out were gathered around the dining table next to the radiator.

Lin Hao, who found the neonatal breathing mask, quickly assembled all the parts and attached them to the oxygen bag, then placed the mask over the baby’s mouth and nose. However, he didn’t know how much pressure to apply, and stood there hesitantly.

Li Qi’an, standing beside him, received his pleading look and shook his head hurriedly: No, no, don’t ask me, Lin Hao. I don’t know.

Damn, you’re interning in the obstetrics department and you don’t know? Lin Hao felt like cursing.

If I did know, I would be afraid of remembering it wrong too. Li Qi’an lamented internally.

The newborn appeared as fragile as a piece of glass about to shatter. If they made one wrong move, the baby, belonging to Senior Zhu and senior fellow student Li, would die in their hands, something they cannot afford.

The two could only stand by and first observe how the Beidu Great Talented Scholar proceeded.

Standing to the side of the baby’s head, after ensuring adequate ventilation for thirty seconds, Song Xueling gripped the baby’s chest, preparing for cardiac compressions. His hand supported the baby’s back, and both thumbs overlapped on the central line of the baby’s chest wall, aimed at the pressure point below the nipple line, rhythmically compressing according to the newborn Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation (CPR) thumb technique.

Performing CPR meant the baby’s heart had stopped. The only thing the doctor could do was incessantly press on the heart, gambling whether they could pull the child back from the Ghost Gate.

Don’t dare stop, can’t stop, Song Xueling was drenched in sweat; tonight’s rescue was exhausting him to the brink.

"Doctor Song, let me." Xie Wanying rolled up her sleeves, stepped forward to take turns with him in performing cardiac compressions on the child.

The two taking turns ensured the compressive force exerted on the patient’s heart was sustained, increasing the resuscitation success rate.

Song Xueling raised his head to glance at her, not rejecting the offer, because from the corner of his eye he noticed the person too scared to squeeze the breathing bag.

This classmate was worlds apart from her in terms of ability.

Song Xueling furrowed his brow, moved aside to let her take over, and pushed away Lin Hao, who was holding the bag.

Lin Hao stood stupefied at the push.

Clinically, those who help neither but hinder recovery efforts are disliked, especially in resuscitation situations. Song Xueling did not possess the patience of Dr. Xie and would not tolerate incompetence. Medicine is a cruel battleground; inept cowards will inevitably be eliminated.

Taking over the breathing bag from the dazed individual, Song Xueling looked back, refocusing immediately on the baby, coordinating with Dr. Xie’s cardiac compressions to squeeze the breathing bag.

Rising anger brewed within Lin Hao, when he looked at this Beidu person who pushed him away without a hint of emotion, he could only bear it: everything will be addressed when the rescue is over.

Several pairs of eyes reverted to the baby.

Unlike Song Xueling, Xie Wanying didn’t use her thumbs, but instead placed her left hand on the baby’s back for support, and her right hand’s middle and index fingers were vertically compressing the baby’s sternum; this pressure point approximately coincided with where Song Xueling had performed thumb compressions earlier.

Why did two people perform cardiac compressions on the baby, one using the thumb technique, the other using the two-finger method? Lin Hao and Li Qi’an’s minds couldn’t process this.