novelbin Chapter 542: Most Dreaded Late-Night Calls
Chapter 542: Most Dreaded Late-Night Calls
In the middle of a dream, woken up by the phone ringing in the dead of night, Mo Jingchun instantly became irritable.
After opening his eyes, Mo Jingchun quickly became clear-headed.
Something’s not right!
Very wrong!
Unless it’s an emergency 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 moment, Mo Jingchun, with a clear mind, realized that something 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 immediately.
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 something 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 me. What happened?"
The next moment, Su Wenyan’s urgent voice came 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 calmed down, was alarmed.
"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 emergency room, while the doctors of various departments 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 home.
This is the way of the world. For an ordinary person, besides the emergency 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 recruitment of a batch of excellent doctors all to Candy Technology.
Including many precious medical 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 immensely 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 developments to him immediately.
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 emergency 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 emergency department head flipped open the old man’s eyelids and shone a flashlight, immediately 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 emergency room, Zhou Xing sat on the ground feeling dejected, holding an unlit cigarette in his hand.
Beside Zhou Xing, Su Wenyan stood at the emergency room door, also appearing anxious and uneasy.
At this moment, 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 emergency care."
Over an hour later, the emergency 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 departments like surgery, neurology, and neurosurgery. We’ll soon have a meeting 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 seemed 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 mentally prepared, Mo Jingchun still found it difficult to accept.
Immediately, 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 somewhat helplessly, "Hey brother, what time is it? I have to be up by five."
"Something happened. I need a high-speed train ticket to return tomorrow morning. A standing ticket is fine. Can you help me get a few?"
"Hmm? Something 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.
Something happened, and she hadn’t received any intel. That’s unusual.
On the way to the office, her phone rang again.