Signing In At The Civil Affairs Bureau, I Was Rewarded With A Gorgeous Wife

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After finishing up here, Song Yun, accompanied by Xiao Wan, returned to the Shangri-La Hotel.

Before he could even reach his room, he saw his mother hurriedly running out of the elevator.

"What happened?"

Song Yun asked curiously.

"Your...your grandpa has been hospitalized again! And it seems quite serious this time!"

Bai Qiu called out, breathless, "I need to get back to Forty-nine City as soon as possible!"

"Ah?"

Song Yun was a bit surprised after hearing this. Although that grandpa had had a stern face during their first meeting, he was still an elder, and Song Yun had once cleared his blood vessels—it seemed unlikely that he would fall ill again so soon!

"It's too late for you to go to the airport now; we've had our fill of fun here anyway, so let's take a plane together.

Song Yun soothed his mother's emotions as he spoke.

He hastily returned to his room and placed a call to Huang Baoding. A formidable group of people sprang into action, and within half an hour, all their luggage was packed.

Song Yun then called the airport authorities, who coordinated a flight that could take off in forty minutes.

Thus, this group of people rushed to the airport.

It was not until Bai Qiu sat down in the airplane seat that her anxious heart gradually settled.
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"Mom, I haven't asked yet, but what caused grandpa to be hospitalized?"

Song Yun asked, puzzled.

"I don't know, your second uncle didn't make it clear, just told me to hurry to Forty-nine City. It seems quite serious this time, and if things don't turn out well..."

Bai Qiu's voice trailed off, somewhat forlorn. After all, this was her biological father; having left home for decades without fulfilling her filial duties, she now felt deeply ashamed.

The plane took off and, after a few hours, landed at the airport in Forty-nine City.

Song Yun asked Huang Baoding and the others to take Ye Qingqing and the rest to the Ouyang Family, while he went to the hospital with his parents.

In the retirement ward for senior officials, a group of key medical professionals from various hospitals in Forty-nine City were discussing the patient's condition in hushed tones.

Bai Jingbing, with a defeated look on his face, sat to one side, his heart heavy as he looked at his father's aged features.

"Leader, shall we step outside to talk?"

A head doctor whispered to Bai Jingbing.

The group moved to the corridor, and as the doctor gathered his thoughts on how to console Bai Jingbing, Bai Jingbing impatiently said, "What's the conclusion of your discussion?"

"It's like this, after consultation among all of us, we all feel that the old master's physical functions are somewhat fragile, so there's a good chance he won't survive the surgery..."

"But the old master's condition does require surgical treatment..."

Hearing this, Bai Jingbing's mind buzzed, and he couldn't take in anything else the doctor said.

Could it be that his father was truly at the end of the road?

That's impossible!

Just a couple of days ago, he was fine, even advising me to drink less at social gatherings. How could he possibly be leaving this world so soon?

He couldn't understand it at all!!!

As Bai Jingbing knelt on the ground in distress, holding his head, the doctors exchanged glances and quietly left.

What they had said was the truth, the old master had a blockage in a blood vessel in his brain that had caused him to fall into a coma, necessitating a craniotomy.

But!

The old master's body had already nearly withered away, and at his age, the blood vessels were extremely fragile. If they were to use medical equipment that would penetrate, it was feared that the old master would pass away as soon as the surgery began!

This was a responsibility that no one could bear!

"Second brother!"

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In the silent corridor, Bai Qiu's voice resonated. Bai Jingbing opened his bewildered eyes and saw Bai Qiu and two others rushing towards them in haste.

"How's Dad?"

Seeing Bai Jingbing crouched on the ground, an ominous feeling suddenly overwhelmed Bai Qiu!

"Dad... I'm afraid he really can't make it over this threshold..."

Bai Jingbing murmured, "Just now, the cardiovascular experts from all over Forty-nine City held a joint consultation and unanimously decided that the old man is beyond help..."

"Impossible..."

Upon hearing this news, Bai Qiu stumbled. If it weren't for Song Bu supporting her from behind, she might have fallen hard.

"Dad... Dad!"

Bai Qiu broke free from Song Bu's embrace and ran into the ward.

When she saw the old man lying motionless on the hospital bed, Bai Qiu covered her mouth with her hands and burst into tears.

Song Bu also wore a look of sorrow and walked over to his wife, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

Even though he once greatly disliked his father-in-law, now seeing him lying there so peacefully, Song Bu felt a pang in his heart.

"Shall I take a look?"

The voice of Song Yun broke the oppressive atmosphere.

It was only then that Bai Qiu suddenly remembered that her son seemed to be quite skilled in medical arts!

She grabbed Song Yun's arm, saying, "Go have a look! If anyone dares to stop you, I'll tear them apart! Anyway, those doctors have already written him off! We might as well try this desperate remedy! Even if the old man is indeed on his way out, it's better he dies at the hands of his grandson than those quacks!"

Hearing this, Song Yun licked his somewhat chapped lips, walked over to the old man, and began to take his pulse.

The pulse was steady, all organs were functioning, and in the old man's dantian, he still harbored the True Qi that Song Yun once imparted to him.

It didn't seem like the pulse of someone about to die...

He frowned slightly, infused another thread of True Qi into the old man, and started guiding it through his body along the meridians.

This was an extremely technical and demanding method if the True Qi was not controlled properly and lost control, it could explode within the old man's body in an instant. By then, not even Hua Tuo could save him if he were alive!

Moreover, controlling the True Qi to circulate throughout the body also required Song Yun to have a solid foundation; if his own power wasn't strong enough, the thread of True Qi might dissipate before even circulating halfway.

Watching as cold sweat gradually formed on Song Yun's forehead, Bai Qiu tenderly took out a tissue to wipe it for her son.

Meanwhile, Bai Jingbing outside had finally come around and decided to accept the crappy reality.

When he entered the room, he witnessed an unusual scene.

Song Yun was sitting in front of the old man, taking his pulse.

But even with this minor action, he looked as if he was doing a strenuous exercise.

His face flushed, the cold sweat dripping down his chin onto the floor.

What was even more astonishing was the wisps of white smoke rising from Song Yun's head!

"What's this?"

Bai Jingbing approached Song Bu, asking in confusion.

"Song Yun seems to have a way to save the old man. Let's just wait quietly here," Song Bu replied.

Upon hearing this, hope reignited in Bai Jingbing's eyes!

And so, after more than ten minutes had passed, the door was pushed open again, and a group of experts walked in.

As they observed the bizarre scene inside the room, they were slightly stunned... it felt as if... like some kind of ritual was being performed...

Perhaps the Bai Family was resorting to desperate measures in their time of crisis.

The lead expert sighed, placed a folder in front of Bai Jingbing, and said earnestly, "Leader, we are now opting for conservative treatment. This is the treatment plan, would you take a look?"