In the middle of a dream, woken up by the phone ringing in the dead of night, Mo Jingchun instantly beca irritable.
After opening his eyes, Mo Jingchun quickly beca clear-headed.
Sothing’s not right!
Very wrong!
Unless it’s an ergency call, Zero would automatically block all sounds while he’s asleep.
Thinking of this, Mo Jingchun’s heartbeat accelerated, and he hurriedly searched for the phone he had casually tossed on the bed before going to sleep last night.
At this mont, Mo Jingchun, with a clear mind, realized that sothing bad had happened.
Soon, Mo Jingchun felt his way to the phone following the sound, and seeing the caller ID, felt an inexplicable sense of unease.
Without hesitation, Mo Jingchun answered the call from Su Wenyan imdiately.
Yes, it was indeed Su Wenyan on the caller ID.
As the person on duty these days, calling him at this hour, Mo Jingchun couldn’t think of any other reason besides sothing bad happening.
Hopefully, it’s not too bad.
As soon as the call connected, before Su Wenyan could speak, Mo Jingchun felt a sinking feeling.
That piercing ambulance siren was a sound everyone was beyond familiar with.
Moreover, the sound hadn’t faded, indicating that Su Wenyan was in the ambulance.
No matter what the situation was, it had happened, and all Mo Jingchun, miles away, could do was remain calm.
Only by staying calm could the problem be solved better.
"It’s . What happened?"
The next mont, Su Wenyan’s urgent voice ca through the phone.
"Boss, your grandfather fainted. We’re on our way to the hospital."
After a brief hesitation, Su Wenyan added, "Boss, the situation doesn’t look good."
On hearing that the person involved was his grandfather, Mo Jingchun, who had cald down, was alard.
"Boss, the old man’s vital signs are deteriorating. We haven’t determined the cause yet. We need to get him to the hospital for further examination."
Taking a deep breath, clenching his fist, Mo Jingchun spoke, "Keep the line open. I’ll contact the hospital."
"Okay!"
Sitting in the ambulance, accompanying the old man to the hospital, Su Wenyan understood the boss’s instructions.
In the middle of the night, even the county hospital only has staff in the ergency room, while the doctors of various departnts are resting.
In fact, when the hospital sent out the ambulance, many people in their sleep were woken up by one phone call after another.
Especially after confirming that the patient was Mo Jingchun’s grandfather, the hospital began contacting specialists resting at ho.
This is the way of the world. For an ordinary person, besides the ergency room doctors, no one would care how a patient sent in the middle of the night fares.
Even if he didn’t last until the doctor arrived, so what?
But the patient now is different; he is the relative of Candy Technology’s founder.
The county hospital owes its current scale and the recruitnt of a batch of excellent doctors all to Candy Technology.
Including many precious dical devices, the hospital obtained them through connections with Candy Technology.
Otherwise, even if you have money, you still have to obediently wait in line.
In the hotel, dressed in pajamas, Mo Jingchun directly called the director of the county hospital. Learning the director was already arranging the rescue, he was imnsely grateful.
In the guest room, Mo Jingchun paced back and forth anxiously, awaiting Su Wenyan’s latest report. Simultaneously, he instructed Zero to watch closely and report any developnts to him imdiately.
In the small county town, at two or three in the morning, there were scarcely any vehicles on the road.
The ambulance roared down the main road unimpeded.
A journey that usually takes fifteen minutes took the ambulance only five.
At the county hospital’s ergency center, a dozen people were already waiting.
With a sharp brake of the ambulance, the crowd worked together to transfer the patient onto the stretcher.
Wearing glasses and gray-haired, the ergency departnt head flipped open the old man’s eyelids and shone a flashlight, imdiately feeling uneasy.
"The patient shows signs of pupillary dilation. Administer one dose of adrenaline!"
The rescue was orderly, with various specialists awakened by calls rushing to the scene.
Outside the ergency room, Zhou Xing sat on the ground feeling dejected, holding an unlit cigarette in his hand.
Beside Zhou Xing, Su Wenyan stood at the ergency room door, also appearing anxious and uneasy.
At this mont, after finally catching a taxi, Wang Qiaoling hurriedly reported in from outside.
"How’s Dad doing?"
Sitting on the ground, Zhou Xing shook his head, saying nothing.
Seeing this, Su Wenyan shook his head and said, "Auntie, the old man is still in ergency care."
Over an hour later, the ergency room door opened, and the three anxiously gathered around.
"Doctor, how is he?"
"The patient has been revived, but the situation isn’t optimistic. We’ll need to wait for test results to further confirm the deterioration of the old man’s vitals."
"Don’t worry, the hospital has already notified experts from multiple departnts like surgery, neurology, and neurosurgery. We’ll soon have a eting to discuss the case."
In the hotel room, after hearing the report, Mo Jingchun finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.
The condition is temporarily stabilized, and that’s good.
"Got it. I’ll hurry back from Jing City as soon as possible. Please hang in there a bit more over there."
"He’ll be fine, boss."
"Let’s hope so."
Vaguely, Mo Jingchun already had a bad premonition.
His grandfather, usually healthy and without major issues during check-ups, how could he suddenly fall ill?
Just the day before yesterday, his grandfather seed fine.
After hanging up, Mo Jingchun rubbed his temples.
"Zero, are there any flights or high-speed trains today?"
"Boss, there are none left; all flights and high-speed train tickets for the National Day holiday are sold out."
Although ntally prepared, Mo Jingchun still found it difficult to accept.
Imdiately, Mo Jingchun thought of Qin Yuzhu.
Generally speaking, high-speed trains reserve one or two tickets.
Ignoring the late hour and whether he might disturb Qin Yuzhu, Mo Jingchun called her directly.
Anxiously waiting for over ten seconds, Qin Yuzhu finally picked up the phone.
On the other end, Qin Yuzhu, yawning, said sowhat helplessly, "Hey brother, what ti is it? I have to be up by five."
"Sothing happened. I need a high-speed train ticket to return tomorrow morning. A standing ticket is fine. Can you help get a few?"
"Hmm? Sothing happened?" Qin Yuzhu, still under the covers, suddenly sat up straight.
"Yes, it’s urgent."
"Don’t worry, I’ll check and call you back."
"Thanks."
After hanging up, Qin Yuzhu, resting in her dorm, threw on a jacket and ran out.
Sothing happened, and she hadn’t received any intel. That’s unusual.
On the way to the office, her phone rang again.
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