The first person to notify is Fu Xinheng, the obstetrician for this patient.

Just as the rescue in the ward reached a pause, and upon hearing from Huang Zhilei that after the child is born the situation might turn very critical, Fu Xinheng grabbed the stethoscope and rushed over with Hero Huang to assist.

The neonatal expert wasn’t at the hospital, so he, a cardiologist, had to step up for the time being.

Huang Zhilei went into the room to save the mother.

There were plenty of doctors in the room focused on the mother, so Fu Xinheng didn’t go in immediately, remembering Huang Zhilei’s mention of the child.

Upon entering, he first closed the corridor door behind him to prevent drafts. His sharp eyes swiftly scanned, quickly locking onto the young people surrounding the child in the living room, and he strode over.

Li Qi’an followed behind him nervously, adjusting his glasses, and his eyes darted nervously, trying to signal Xie Wanying and the others. Yet, everyone was too occupied with the child to notice his subtle cues.

It’s over.

It seemed the robot in front had detected his small gestures, as their peripheral vision caught him.

Robot Fu’s icy gaze clearly prevented him from alerting the others. Li Qi’an could only scratch his head anxiously, standing quietly aside.

Holding the stethoscope, Fu Xinheng’s calm eyes swept over the scene. The space between his brows consistently maintained a strict calmness. He truly resembled a robot, appearing as if his brain processed like a program, not showing any emotional fluctuations that might betray his humanity.

There’s no need to come charging in barking orders. Medicine isn’t about putting on a show. Unless the situation is dire and everyone is in panic, requiring someone to command and reassure, otherwise it’s the same whoever shows up. Speaking out of turn and interrupting only disrupts the already set emergency procedures, resulting in adverse consequences.

The more technical the expert is, the less they enjoy being adored wherever they go, preferring to silently practice their craft, stepping in promptly when needed.

The silence at the scene indicates the situation is under control when the teacher remains quiet.

These young people are doing quite well. A subtle light flashed in Fu Xinheng’s thoughtful eyes.

How well they’re doing depends on the details.

Newborns are particularly susceptible to cold as their thermoregulatory system isn’t fully developed. The first feature on a neonatal resuscitation station is the incubator. Warmth is crucial when rescuing a child. Without proper rescue conditions on site, the doctors must strive to create them, utilizing any available tools. As such, choosing the dining table as a resuscitation station was correct, being closest to the radiator, with a heater positioned towards the child.

A thick blanket was laid beneath the child.

The young doctors managed to execute these details amidst such a panicked emergency situation, clearly indicating their minds remained clear, their rational thinking functioning well.

If it were the teacher present, they might not be as meticulous.

The focused young doctors didn’t notice him, all concentrating on the child. Any teacher would find this scene commendable.

Feeling the child’s breathing gradually recover. Lin Hao: Phew, let’s take a couple of deep breaths on behalf of the child.

Xie Wanying’s hand carefully felt through the child’s chest skin, sensing the little heartbeat:

Thump thump, thump thump...

The child’s heart rate finally rose from the brink of death at just over fifty.

Indeed, it was due to an airway blockage earlier.

With the heart rate recovering, chest compressions on the child could be stopped.