Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

An assistant doctor pushed the door open and came in.

”What is it?” Zhou Zhongqing said that, but he hurriedly put down the cup in his hand, grabbed the white coat at his side and put it on. With someone this flustered in the Hospital, it had to be an emergency.

For something that would alarm him, it was probably a critical case the ER couldn’t handle.

”There’s an Alzheimer’s patient who suddenly had a stroke at home. The situation is very urgent, they need emergency surgery, and we need your help.”

A major operation usually needs cooperation from several departments; it’s not like a brain surgery can be done by just one neurosurgeon.

”Stroke?”

”A cerebral vessel ruptured, acute cerebral hemorrhage. The patient is 89, very old, the surgical risk is huge.”

Jiang Jinsang had been drinking tea. When he heard it was an Alzheimer’s patient, he already paid attention, because his own grandfather also has Alzheimer’s. As soon as he heard the patient was 89, for some reason his heart suddenly clenched.

”I’ll head over right away.” Zhou Zhongqing hastily said a few words to Old Tang and the others and rushed out.

”Eighty-nine... at that age, having a stroke, really...” Old Tang sighed.

Right then, Jiang Jinsang’s phone suddenly vibrated. It was Fan Mingyu calling...

He had just picked up when he heard his mother’s anxious voice: ”Xiaowu, your grandpa, your grandpa he...”

Jiang Jinsang’s breathing sank. What you fear is exactly what comes.

Before entering the operating room, Zhou Zhongqing had only been given a rough rundown of the patient’s condition. Because it was too critical, there hadn’t even been time for a meeting. As soon as the patient was wheeled in, the head of Anesthesiology went in. When Zhou Zhongqing saw the person on the table, his pupils trembled slightly.

This is...

The old master of the Fan Family?

How could it be such a coincidence.

The old man had had Alzheimer’s for many years, but his physical health had always been good. All these years, nothing serious had ever happened.

But he didn’t have time to think more about it now and focused fully on the surgery.

...

Old Tang had just come for a checkup and hadn’t expected to run into this kind of situation. When he heard the patient was Jiang Jinsang’s grandfather, he hurriedly called out to him, ”What are you standing there for, hurry to the operating room door and take a look.”

”I’ll go first!” Very familiar with the Hospital, and with Fan Mingyu and Fan Mingjue still on their way, Jiang Jinsang could only go ahead to see what was happening.

When he ran up to the operating room door, he immediately saw the person sitting there. It was the nanny the Fan Family had hired. All these years, she’d been the one taking care of the old man, doing her utmost. This time too, she was the one who discovered it in time and dialed 120 to get him to the Hospital.

”Fifth Master.”

She’d been badly frightened, her eyes were still red.

”Thank you.” Jiang Jinsang drew a deep breath, staring at the operating room door.

”He said he wanted to listen to opera, so I went to find a radio for him. I never imagined, in just that little bit of time...”

”It’s not your fault.”

A stroke is inherently unpredictable; getting him here in time had already saved his life.

Old Tang and Tang Yunxian followed over as well. Very soon, Fan Mingyu and Jiang Zhenhuan arrived. Fan Mingjue and his wife were obviously rushing over from school; Fan Mingjue’s sleeves were still covered in chalk dust.

By the time Jiang Yanting and Shen Zhixian came, the old man had already been in the operating room for over an hour.

It was a large operating suite, with many operating rooms inside, so out here it wasn’t just their group; there were many other patients’ families too, all with grave expressions, no one speaking loudly.

A burst of rapid footsteps broke the heavy silence. The person coming in was wearing mid-heeled shoes, so running made quite a racket.

”Mom, Dad, how’s Grandpa?”

The newcomer wasn’t an outsider, but the little cousin from the Fan Family.

”Your grandpa he...” Fan Mingjue was just about to speak when he saw the person coming in right behind her.

To everyone’s surprise—

It was actually Yun Hezhi!

”How exactly is Grandpa?”

”They’re still trying to save him. Your Uncle Zhou has gone in too, it should be okay.” Fan Mingjue patted his daughter’s shoulder, signaling her to calm down.

”He was perfectly fine when I went out this morning.” The little cousin had rushed over so fast her hair was all messed up.