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nChapter 61: Notice Of Critical Illness

nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nAfter Shen Yun left, the private room fell silent.

nSu Qingmei sat there in a daze, the rims of her eyes red.

nPa!

nYang Luo suddenly slapped the table and said angrily, “What is this farce!”

nAs he spoke, he turned to look at Su Qingmei and comforted her, “President Su, it’s alright. There’s no need to affect your mood for such a person.

nWhen our new product goes on the market, we’ll slap their faces hard.

nAt that time, even if they beg to cooperate with us, we won’t cooperate with them.”

nSu Qingmei turned to look at Yang Luo and choked, “Yang Luo, can our company really be revived? Can we really see a brand new future?”

n“Yes, we definitely can!”

nYang Luo nodded heavily and said, “Alright, Qingmei, don’t be sad. Let’s not think too much now. Let’s hurry up and develop a new product.”

n“Yes!”

nSu Qingmei sniffed and placed the gift box in her bag. She stood up and said, “Yang Luo, let’s go back to the company.”

n“Alright.”

nYang Luo nodded and left the cafe with Su Qingmei.

nAt the same time…

nAt the Jiang City Central Hospital.

nOutside the operating theater.

nA square-faced middle-aged man with a medium build and short hair paced back and forth outside the door with an anxious expression.

nThis middle-aged man was Ren Penghui, the top figure of the Industry and Commerce Department.

nThe person accompanying him was the director of the city center hospital, Tang Dexin.

nTang Dexin was also very anxious at this moment.

nNot long ago, Ren Pinghui’s daughter had a serious car accident on her way home from school and was sent to the hospital.

nAs the director of the hospital in the city center, he rushed over after knowing about this and arranged for the doctor to operate on Ren Pinghui’s daughter.

nHowever, half an hour had passed, and there was still no news from the operating theater, so he was very anxious.

nRen Pinghui was also his friend. If anything happened to his daughter, he really could not give an answer to Ren Pinghui.

nBut there was nothing he could do now except wait.

n“Old Tang, my daughter will be fine, right?”

nRen Pinghui looked at Tang Dexin with a hopeful expression.

nTang Dexin could only comfort him, “Old Ren, don’t worry.

n“I’ve already sent the best doctor in our hospital to save Little Meng. She will definitely be safe.”

nRen Pinghui hissed, “Nothing must happen to Little Meng. I only have this one daughter.”

nTang Dexin could only reassure him, “It’s alright, it’s definitely all turn out well!”

n“Penghui, what happened to Little Meng!”

nAt this moment, a figure hurriedly ran over from afar. It was Shen Yun.

nRen Pinghui choked as he explained, “Little Meng got into a car accident on her way home from school. She’s being resuscitated in the operating theater…”

nUpon hearing this news, Shen Yun’s body swayed violently and she almost fell to the ground.

nRen Pinghui quickly went forward to support Shen Yun and said, “Xiao Yun, Old Tang said that Little Meng will be fine.”

nShen Yun was agitated. She punched Ren Pinghui’s chest fiercely and cried, “How did Little Meng get into a car accident? How did this happen…”

nRen Pinghui felt as though his heart was being torn out as well as he exclaimed, “Little Yun, calm down!”

n“Calm down? How can I calm down!

nLittle Meng is only eight years old…”

nShen Yun grabbed her hair and broke down. Tears streamed down her face.

nSeeing his wife cry, tears welled up in Ren Pinghui’s eyes.

nTang Dexin stood at the side and did not know how to persuade her. He could only sigh deeply.

nAt this moment, the door of the operating theater opened.

nAn attending doctor walked out.

n“Is the patient’s family here?”

n“Yes, yes!”

nRen Pinghui and Shen Yun hurriedly ran over.

nTang Dexin also followed and hurriedly said, “Doctor Zhang, tell me, how’s the situation?”

n“Tell me, how’s my daughter?”

nShen Yun also asked loudly.

n“That’s right, tell me quickly!”

nRen Pinghui also said anxiously.

nDoctor Zhang looked at Ren Pinghui and said, “Director Ren, your daughter’s condition is not good now. It’s very likely that her life is in danger. Please be mentally prepared.”

nAs he spoke, he took out a notice of critical illness and a pen. He handed it to

nRen Pinghui and said, “Director Ren, please sign this.”

n“Notice of critical illness?!”

nSeeing the form in Doctor Zhang’s hand, Shen Yun screamed and collapsed to the ground.

nRen Pinghui was also stunned. His entire body was trembling, and he did not take the notice that was offered to him for a long time.

nTang Dexin frowned and said, “Doctor Zhang, is the situation really that serious?”

nDoctor Zhang nodded and said, “Yes, Director Tang. I’m afraid the situation will be even more serious than we imagined.

nAfter all, the patient was too young. There were many comminuted fractures on her body, and her organs were severely damaged.

n“As such…”

n“Stop talking, stop talking!”

nShen Yun stood up as if she had gone crazy. She grabbed Doctor Zhang’s hand and said, “Doctor, please save my daughter. As long as you can save my daughter, I don’t mind how much money you want!”

n“Ma’am, this isn’t about money.”

nDoctor Zhang sighed and said, “Hurry up and sign it. Sign it now and perform the surgery quickly. Your daughter might still have a chance of survival.”

nTang Dexin urged Ren Pinghui, “Old Ren, sign it.”

nTrembling, Ren Pinghui took the notice and pen and signed his name.

nDoctor Zhang took back the notice of critical illness and walked into the operating theater, closing the door.

n“Old Tang… Can my daughter survive?”

nRen Pinghui’s eyes were filled with tears as he asked in a trembling voice.

nTang Dexin didn’t answer and just sighed deeply.

nNow that even the critical illness notice had been issued, it meant that the situation was very serious. The probability of the patient surviving was probably less than 30%.

nSeeing that Tang Dexin was silent, Ren Pinghui could not hold back the tears in his eyes anymore.

nShen Yun sat on the ground and cried uncontrollably, “Little Meng, don’t die. If you die, how can Mommy live…”

nTang Dexin was silent for a moment before saying, “Old Ren, I suddenly thought of someone. Perhaps he can cure Little Meng…”

n“Who, who can cure Little Meng?!”

nRen Pinghui stared at Tang Dexin with excitement in his eyes.

nShen Yun also stopped crying and looked at Tang Dexin.

nTang Dexin said, “The doctor I’m talking about is a Chinese doctor…”

n“Chinese doctor?”

nRen Pinghui was stunned, “Can Chinese medicine do surgery?”

nShen Yun also frowned and said, “Although Chinese medicine can treat some illnesses, it is useless in such a large scale surgery!”

nTang Dexin said, “Please listen to me. The Chinese doctor I’m talking about is very powerful. His medical skills are very impressive. He’s a true Divine Doctor.

nNot long ago, Old Master Su was bedridden and on the verge of death. He had been treated by that Divine Doctor.

nMoreover, even Divine Doctor Huang Tai’an praised that Divine Doctor’s medical skills are extraordinary. He even begged to acknowledge that Divine Doctor as his master.”

nThe Divine Doctor he was talking about was Yang Luo.

nHearing Tang Dexin’s words, Ren Penghui and Shen Yun were stunned..

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