Chapter 1135 Serious Illness
As soon as Mr. Lu said this, Uncle Huo's eyelids twitched.
Ask Lao Xiao to transfer money again? It is true that Lao Xiao has money, but this money is too hot to handle! This is not Lao Xiao's own money, nor is it Mr. Lu's money. Although Lao Xiao is in charge of the money, this money should never be embezzled.
Before this, Mr. Lu had transferred a considerable amount of money from Old Xiao. No one knows about this amount of money yet. If it is discovered, it will be a big deal.
"Mr. Lu..."
"What are you afraid of?" Young Master Lu didn't care. He understood Uncle Huo's concerns, but he still said, "Moving a penny is moving, and moving 1 billion is also moving. It's already been moved, and moving more is the same. Besides, it's not like we won't pay it back. After we take over the company and stabilize the stock price, we can pay it back in a few months."
"But Mr. Lu, this matter..."
"Alright! Stop talking!" An unhappy look flashed across Young Master Lu's face. He said to Uncle Huo, "It's better to continue investing than to retreat now. Why would you retreat halfway through something?"
Uncle Huo sighed inwardly. He knew that Young Master Lu was determined to do what he said. If he did not do as Young Master Lu asked, even with his relationship with the Lu family, Young Master Lu would turn against him at any time.
However, at this moment, Uncle Huo was extremely uneasy, especially with the current situation of the stock price plummeting and rumors flying everywhere. Uncle Huo wanted to remind Mr. Lu not to act rashly at this time, but Mr. Lu didn't listen to Uncle Huo's explanation at all. In his eyes, achieving the goal was the most important thing, and everything else was not a problem.
"Okay, then I'll call Lao Xiao right away." Uncle Huo finally gave in and agreed to Mr. Lu's request.
But when he walked out of the room, Uncle Huo felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart for some reason. He stopped, looked back at Master Lu who was giving orders to the trader, hesitated for a moment, then continued walking and left.
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The best tertiary hospital in Shanghai.
Song Yuanchao sat in the doctor's office, listening to the doctor explaining his condition, feeling very uncomfortable.
Zhang's mother was admitted to this hospital last week. It was originally thought that she had just a minor cold, but not long after entering the hospital, her condition began to worsen due to complications. After the hospital's rescue, her condition has eased a little, but the situation is still very grim.
"The patient's complications are very serious, and all his organs show signs of failure. The patient is also very old. In addition, because he already has Alzheimer's disease, his functions in all aspects are not optimistic. So I suggest that your family members make preparations early..." The doctor explained to Song Yuanchao in a calm tone.
Song Yuanchao's hands on his knees trembled slightly, and his heart felt like it was being stabbed by a knife.
Zhang's mother is already very old. She is nearly ninety years old and has lived much longer than in her previous life, but Song Yuanchao doesn't think so.
This life is very different from the previous life. Not to mention Song Yuanchao, even the Zhang family is no longer the same. As wealth grows and conditions improve, Song Yuanchao and Zhang Jianguo paid attention to the health care of Zhang's mother. They usually feed her well and take good care of her, and with occasional nourishment, Zhang's mother's health is much better than in the previous life.
Unfortunately, some things cannot be solved with money. No matter how much money you spend, you cannot live forever. Birth, aging, sickness and death are the laws of nature that no one can escape. Otherwise, Qin Shihuang would have fulfilled his dream of immortality long ago.
Moreover, due to the overwork many years ago, Zhang's mother's body had many hidden dangers, and even if she took more supplements later, it would be impossible to fully recover. In addition, she suffered from Alzheimer's disease a few years ago. As time went by, her condition became more and more serious, her physical condition became worse, and her mind was less and less clear.
Song Chaoyuan actually knew very well in his heart that everyone will die eventually. He himself had experienced death and was not afraid of the coming of death. But when such a thing happened to him, especially to his most cared-about relatives, the usually calm Song Yuanchao could not bear such a result.
"Doctor, if we don't consider economic factors, is it possible to send the patient abroad for treatment...?" Song Yuanchao asked.
The doctor shook his head slowly. "I understand this idea, but it's not a question of money. Our hospital is top-notch in terms of equipment and doctors. It's no less capable than developed countries. We even have more experience in some treatments than foreign hospitals. But Mr. Song, doctors are not omnipotent. Some diseases can be cured, but others are beyond our ability. And the old man's current condition is not optimistic. He doesn't meet the conditions for transfer to another hospital. The risk is great. Besides... even if we transfer him to another hospital, I don't think it's necessary."
Song Yuanchao's hands were shaking violently. He clenched his fists tightly and tried to control his emotions.
"Then is there any other good solution? Don't worry, money is definitely not a problem!"
Under Song Yuanchao's gaze, the doctor slowly shook his head. He frankly told Song Yuanchao that there was no good treatment for this situation, especially since the patient was very old. Some commonly used methods could not be used at all, and conservative treatment would only delay the patient's time.
Furthermore, the patient already had severe Alzheimer's disease, which was considered a terminal illness for the whole world. Doctors were not gods, and the best way for them was to relatively alleviate the patient's pain and try to prolong his survival time.
When Song Yuanchao asked about the survival time, the doctor told him hesitantly that although the disease was under control temporarily, it could worsen at any time due to complications, and he could not guarantee it. But according to his experience, the patient's time was running out, maybe two months, one month, or three weeks? Two weeks? Or even one week? It all depended on the subsequent development of the disease.
Song Yuanchao didn't know how he left the doctor's office. He was in a daze.
When he reached the end of the corridor, Song Yuanchao subconsciously reached into his pocket. He had just taken out the cigarette when he realized that this was a hospital.
He put the cigarette back, stared blankly out the window into the distance, and two lines of tears fell involuntarily.
In this world, besides Lin Yan and the children, Song Yuanchao's closest person is Zhang's mother. Although they are not related by blood, in Song Yuanchao's heart, Zhang's mother is no different from his own grandmother.
As a child, Song Yuanchao, who had just grown up, grew up under the care of Zhang's mother, and spent his childhood and youth under her wings. In his previous life, when Song Yuanchao returned to Shanghai, he lost his parents at that time, and spent the most difficult time under the care of Zhang's mother, which led to his later life.
The same is true in this life. The kindness of this old woman cannot be described in words. In Song Yuanchao's heart, she is the most important person to him and the closest elder.
And now, this short girl who once used her weak arms to protect me from the wind and rain and who I could always rely on is lying on a hospital bed. The countdown to her life is already being calculated in seconds and minutes, but I have no way of changing this and I am powerless to do anything about it.
Song Yuanchao, who has always been strong in heart, feels so powerless and weak at this moment. Even if he has a lot of money, he cannot make Zhang's mother healthy again.
Closing his eyes, the past scenes emerged clearly in his memory like pictures. Song Chaoyuan felt very uncomfortable. He bit his lips tightly, fearing that he would cry. He tried to calm himself down, and it took a while for him to regain his composure. He raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes. Song Yuanchao took two deep breaths, turned around and went to the bathroom not far away, washed his face there, and then took the elevator back to the VIP ward.
"Yuanchao, what did the doctor say?" Outside the ward, Lin Yan was sitting on a chair waiting. When she heard the sound of the elevator door opening and saw Song Yuanchao walking out of the elevator, she hurriedly stood up and asked.
As soon as the question was asked, the careful Lin Yan discovered something was wrong, because she saw Song Yuanchao's slightly red eyes and traces of washing on his face.
"Aniang, she...?"
Song Yuanchao nodded silently and held Lin Yan's hand. His hand was trembling slightly and was very cold, and his expression was gloomy.
"Where's my aunt?"
"She's in there. Should I go call her?"
"No, have you called your uncle yet?"
"I called him, he's on his way." Lin Yan replied. Just as she finished speaking, her phone vibrated. Lin Yan quickly looked at her phone and said to Song Yuanchao, "It's my uncle's call. He should have arrived."
When she picked up the phone, it was indeed Zhang Jianguo's call. After Zhang's mother was hospitalized, the two families not only hired a nurse but also accompanied her in person. However, Song Yuanchao and Zhang Jianguo were both very busy, so Lin Yan and Sun Xia spent more time accompanying her.
Today, Zhang's mother's condition suddenly worsened, and the hospital rushed to rescue her. Not long after the rescue, Song Yuanchao, who arrived earlier, went to the doctor's office to inquire about the situation after the rescue. Zhang Jianguo was handling official business outside, and it took some time for him to get back to Shanghai, so he arrived more than an hour later than Song Yuanchao.
A few minutes after hanging up the phone, Zhang Jianguo arrived. As soon as the elevator door opened, he hurried out. When he saw Song Yuanchao and his wife waiting outside, he hurried forward to inquire about the situation.
After a brief exchange of words, Zhang Jianguo went into the ward and stayed there for a while. When he came out, he looked no different from Song Chaoyuan just now. He was dazed and his steps were unsteady.
"Uncle, are you okay?" Song Yuanchao hurried forward to support him.
Zhang Jianguo waved his hands, with a smile uglier than crying on his face. His voice was a little hoarse: "Yuan Chao, accompany me downstairs to smoke a cigarette..."
Song Yuanchao agreed immediately and winked at Lin Yan, who nodded in understanding.
Supporting Zhang Jianguo, they took the elevator downstairs and then went to the backyard of the hospital.
After walking along the path for a while, Song Yuanchao pointed to a bench in front and said, "Let's rest here." Zhang Jianguo responded without comment. Song Yuanchao took Zhang Jianguo to sit on the bench, took out a cigarette and gave it to him, then helped him light it with a lighter.
Zhang Jianguo took a deep puff and then slowly exhaled the smoke. Perhaps it was the effect of nicotine, but after a few puffs, Zhang Jianguo's complexion looked much better.
