Chapter 50: Fulfilling the Burden
"Dad, you're a little too biased, aren't you?
"If it could be cured, your heart problem would have been cured a long time ago, and you still need to wait until today?"
"You don't know who he is? Growing up in our family, do you think he will see a doctor? What kind of jokes do you see?"
"You don't kid around with your own body, can you?"
Lan Qingtong's face was angry, and the good mood of returning to China disappeared in an instant at this time.
For Zhao Xuan, who caused all this, he hated it to the extreme.
Lan Wenyuan opened his mouth, and this time even he was speechless.
He naturally didn't believe that Zhao Xuan would see a doctor, but he couldn't bear to hit Zhao Xuan.
But Lan Qingtong cares about him, he can't help but appreciate and reprimand Lan Qingtong, right?
The palms and backs of his hands were full of meat, and at this moment, Lan Wenyuan only felt a tingling pain coming from his heart, and his face became more and more pale.
"Medicine... medicine..."
Lan Wenyuan leaned back on the sofa and pointed to the quick medicine heart-saving pill in his pocket with a pale face.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with you, old man?"
Ma Yue and Lan Qingtong couldn't take care of their anger anymore, and hurriedly stepped forward one by one with a panicked face, one pouring water and the other taking medicine.
"Let me do it. Zhao Xuan hurriedly stepped forward.
"You go away, don't you think you've done enough harm to my family?"
"Don't you think it's enough to hurt my dad?"
"You let me go!
Lan Qingtong glared at Zhao Xuan angrily and roared.
She should have had a sweet family, and her family should have been harmonious, but because of Zhao Xuan, all this is gone.
Now that Zhao Xuan has once again harmed her family conflicts, and his father has become ill, Lan Qingtong's dislike for Zhao Xuan has reached the extreme at this moment.
She never wanted to see Zhao Xuan again.
On the other hand, Lan Wenyuan was anxious to say something when he heard this, but before he could speak, his eyes turned white and he fainted.
"You go!" While Ma Yue was also glaring at Zhao Xuan angrily.
"Uncle Lan will get better soon, don't worry too much. ”
Zhao Xuan flicked a wisp of sky-swallowing magic power into Lan Wenyuan's body, and turned away with a calm face.
For Lan Qingtong and Ma Yue's disgust and anger, his calm heart did not fluctuate in the slightest.
He is the Demon Venerable, crisscrossing the starry sky.
He calculates that when he is concerned, he will repay him, and he will destroy the enemy and refine his soul after exhausting the nine heavens and ten earths.
When he is tolerant, his heart is like a sea of stars, and the entire starry sky has turned into your heaven and earth, allowing you to run wild and horizontal.
He stands on the top of the universe and sees the prosperity of the world, he can be unscrupulous, or he can be light and light.
The Lan family deserves his tolerance.
Zhao Xuan turned around and left with a calm face, this scene looked a little inexplicably desolate.
"He... Why did you really leave?"
"He's going to be fine, right?"
While Ma Yue watched Zhao Xuan leave, she was inexplicably worried about Zhao Xuan.
"Leave him alone, what can he do with a big man?"
"I've called for emergency services, I'll take my dad to the hospital first. ”
"I don't have any skills, but I have a good temper. ”
At this time, Lan Qingtong was full of Lan Wenyuan's safety, where did he have the heart to care about Zhao Xuan.
"Yes, send your dad to the hospital first. ”
Ma Yue looked at Lan Wenyuan with a worried expression.
As for Zhao Xuan, he should go back to the house in No. 1 Middle School by himself.
Ten minutes later, the ambulance roared in, and several doctors immediately lifted Lan Wenyuan to the ambulance and began to administer first aid.
"The patient's family stopped and asked to drive to the hospital yourself. ”
According to the hospital records, this patient was a patient with a serious heart attack and immediately administered first aid. ”
Several doctors began to take first aid measures with a solemn face.
A high-risk patient like Lan Wenyuan can set up a special file in the hospital after spending a certain amount of money, and if the heart disease recurs, the hospital will send someone as soon as possible to give first aid in the most appropriate way.
"Mom, Dad is going to be fine, is he?"
Lan Qingtong looked at the ambulance whizzing away, and clenched his fists tightly.
"No, no, no. ”
Ma Yue opened her mouth to comfort Lan Qingtong, but from her clenched fists, she could see that she was not at peace in her heart.
"If something happens to my dad, I won't forgive you, never!"
Lan Wenyuan's figure appeared in his heart, and he gritted his teeth and roared angrily in his heart.
......
"According to the patient's file, the patient's condition was extremely critical, and he abandoned all useless procedures and went straight to first aid. ”
In the ambulance, a middle-aged doctor in a white coat began various first-aid procedures with a solemn face.
When the ambulance arrived at the hospital, a group of doctors and nurses stopped sweating.
"Immediately test the patient's vital signs. The middle-aged doctor ordered.
"This?" said the nurse in charge of the test.
"What's wrong?" instantly the atmosphere in the entire ambulance became tense.
"The patient's signs of illness are particularly good, and his heart is very healthy. The nurse looked incredulous.
The person who established the special file was either rich or noble, and as the nurse in charge of Lan Wenyuan, she knew Lan Wenyuan's situation very well.
After being rescued, Lan Wenyuan's state should be extremely weak, and he needed to slowly recuperate for a long time before recovering.
Even after recuperation, the state of the heart will not be as good as before.
Because every time you get sick, it's an overdraft of your heart.
But at this time, according to her test, Lan Wenyuan's physical condition was surprisingly good, and his heart was healthier than that of a normal young man.
Just how is this possible?
She wondered if the instrument was broken.
"Whew! ”
"The rescue came. ”
"It's up to the task. ”
The nurse's words fell, and there was a cheer in the ambulance.
A group of people are like warriors who have gone through a great battle and returned with honor, and their faces are full of pride.
On the other hand, the little nurse wanted to speak and stopped, but finally didn't say anything, thinking that maybe the instrument was broken, right?
According to the records of Lan Wenyuan's archives, his heart belongs to the kind of situation that is about to overdraw its potential, unless a miracle happens, Lan Wenyuan's heart potential will be completely overdrawn for ten years at most, and then he will have to lie in the hospital and rely on instruments to maintain his life.
She saw dead people in the hospital every day, and she knew very well that there were no miracles in this world at all, and Lan Wenyuan's heart problem could not be solved even if the national player from Yanjing came.
It seems that the instrument should be broken, and it should be repaired after going back.
The little nurse marked the matter of the repair instrument, and then began to record Lan Wenyuan's file.
Patients & 2018 ...... After Dr. Hu, Dr. Zhao.... and others successfully pulled the patient back from the line of death, and the first aid was successfully completed.
After the little nurse recorded the file, the ambulance had already arrived at the door of the hospital, and Ma Yue and Lan Qingtong were already waiting there with anxious faces.
"Doctor, how is my dad?"
Lan Qingtong saw the ambulance and immediately greeted it with an anxious face.
"Fortunately, the patient was rescued. The middle-aged doctor breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you so much, doctor!
"Tomorrow our family will invite you to dinner, you must appreciate the light, you must!"
On the other hand, Ma Yue looked at a group of doctors and nurses with a grateful face.
She knows very well that every time her husband falls ill, he walks around the ghost gate, and it is not easy to rescue him.