"During the ti Old Qiao is recovering, could you please help take care of him? Rest assured, we won’t let you work for free! 300 yuan a day, and there will be additional gratitude when he wakes up. Does that work for you?"
The leader spoke very politely, without looking down on He Tiantian for being poorly dressed and having a humble deanor.
He Tiantian smiled along, responding eagerly.
When she heard "300 yuan a day," her eyes lit up instantly.
"Yes! I think that’s great!"
She swept away the previous panic and regret, her face full of joy, "Leader, rest assured, I will definitely take good care of Professor Qiao!"
Two hours later, the ergency room door opened.
"Doctor! Doctor, how is Professor Qiao?"
The leader and the neighbors rushed forward, surrounding the doctor with repeated questions.
"The rescue was very successful, the patient was brought in very tily!"
The doctor spoke with a relaxed tone and a satisfied expression; saving soone without letting the patient suffer a stroke or paralysis was also an achievent for him!
"Great! Wonderful! Thank you, Doctor! Really, thank you so much!"
When the leader heard the words "rescue successful," the heavy stone hanging in his heart finally completely let go.
A sudden stroke can easily lead to lasting complications.
Old Qiao is only fifty or so, still in his pri.
If he were to be bedridden indefinitely, how could he endure the next twenty or thirty years?!
Luckily, he was saved in ti, and fortunately, there were no aftereffects, it was indeed a blessing in misfortune.
Of course, the leader did not overlook the words "sent tily," and he looked at He Tiantian with gratitude.
Even if it weren’t for He Tiantian, the neighbors in the faculty housing or passersby would probably notice sothing was wrong with Old Qiao.
But with rescues, succeeding a minute earlier might make all the difference, while being a minute late could lead to irreparable outcos.
Therefore, when the leader called He Tiantian Professor Qiao’s "savior," it wasn’t an exaggeration.
Without He Tiantian’s tily discovery, Old Qiao might not have died, but he could have been "better off dead!"
The leader quietly celebrated for Old Qiao, also deeply grateful to "He Xiutian," the kind middle-aged lady.
He thought, when Old Qiao wakes up, or when Old Qiao’s children co back, he must tell them all about it.
After being transferred to the ward, less than two hours later, Qiao Zhenbang slowly woke up.
He opened his eyes, looking at the snow-white ceiling and the IV bottles hanging overhead, and felt montarily dazed.
"Professor Qiao, you’re awake?"
Soon, Qiao Zhenbang heard a slightly unfamiliar yet sowhat familiar female voice call out joyfully.
Then ca the sound of the call bell being pressed at the bedside, and within minutes, a group of doctors and nurses rushed in.
Qiao Zhenbang’s eyes rolled, and his muddled brain suddenly beca clear—
I rember now, I ca ho after work, picked up a package along the way, and when I got to the little garden, my limbs suddenly went numb, and I fell to the ground.
Did I get seriously ill?
Before falling unconscious, it seed a middle-aged woman ran over to support him and helped dial ergency services.
He had never seen that woman before, and the voice was new to him.
But maybe, because he was in danger, he clearly rembered the woman’s voice.
Yes! Just now, the female voice calling "Professor Qiao" was the one he heard in his daze, dialing the ergency call.
So, it was that middle-aged woman who saved him and brought him to the hospital?
And now, he had actually been saved?!
Qiao Zhenbang’s brain worked quickly, sorting everything out in a few breaths.
By this ti, the doctor had finished examining him and began to ask, "How are you feeling? Are your hands and feet still numb?"
Upon hearing the question, Qiao Zhenbang instinctively moved his hands and feet.
He weakly shook his head, "Not numb."
After saying this, Qiao Zhenbang realized his mouth had returned to normal.
He vaguely rembered that before he fainted, his mouth kept drooping to one side, and he couldn’t speak properly.
At that ti, he despairingly thought: Am I having a stroke?!
Now, being able to speak normally again, does it an he’s really cured?
"Not bad. You’re recovering very well, and if there aren’t any further issues after a few days of observation, you’ll be able to leave the hospital!"
The doctor, seeing Qiao Zhenbang speaking normally, with clear consciousness and no numbing or stiffness in his limbs, knew that this patient had truly been saved.
From now on, as long as he is diligent, takes his dicine regularly, and keeps his blood vessels clear, there shouldn’t be any major problems.
Of course, all of this requires active cooperation and careful care from family mbers.
After hearing the doctor’s instructions, a hint of sadness flashed through Qiao Zhenbang’s eyes—
Family?
His wife had left, and his children were abroad; how could he have any family?!"
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