usatvline Chapter 662 Fear is useless
Chapter 662 Fear is useless
In the warm and elegant restaurant of Goldsmith Bay Villa, soft lighting falls on the dining table, reflecting a warm and peaceful atmosphere.
Song Shijie was warmly inviting his mother to dinner, with a concerned look on his face, as he softly said,
"Mom, I've told you many times that your grandson's surgery was a great success. He's now recovering peacefully at Cornell Medical Center in Los Angeles.
The medical team there is top-notch, so don't worry. You should eat well, because Chenxi will be back soon."
At this time, Xiao Yue limped slowly towards the old lady, with a well-behaved smile on his face, and gently comforted her:
"Grandma, Uncle Song is very busy with his daily affairs, so let me serve you the dishes." As he said that, he stretched out his hand to get the tableware.
Shen Rou walked out of the kitchen lightly, carrying a plate of carefully prepared egg custard. She placed the egg custard steadily on the table and said to Xiao Yue with concern in her eyes:
"Xiao Yue, please sit down. I'll take care of grandma. You have to be careful with your foot injury. If it gets dislocated again, it will be troublesome."
Song Shijie also echoed: "Xiao Yue, just sit down and ask your aunt to help grandma.
I have a crucial bidding project waiting to be processed, and I can't afford to delay any longer. Mom, take your time eating, I'll be leaving first."
Shen Rou said considerately, "Ajie, go ahead and do your work. Mom is here with me, so you can go without any worries."
Song Shijie nodded, then hurried to the yard. He saw Xiang Xiaowu already waiting by the car.
He opened the car door swiftly, carefully protecting Song Shijie's head, and helped him into the car.
Then, he swiftly got into the driver's seat and started the vehicle skillfully. The luxury business car slowly drove away from the Goldsmith Bay Villa and headed steadily towards the destination.
While driving, Xiang Xiaowu keenly noticed something strange about Song Shijie through the rearview mirror.
I saw him constantly wiping the sweat from his cheeks, and his face looked pale and ugly.
Xiang Xiaowu couldn't help but feel worried, and asked with concern: "Mr. Song, are you feeling unwell? If you feel unwell, I will take you to the hospital for a check-up first."
Song Shijie waved his hand gently, and said in a slightly tired tone: "I'm fine, I just have been sweating and feeling a little chest tightness and shortness of breath.
"Maybe it's because the bidding conference is approaching these days, and I'm a little anxious. Plus, my son is not around, so I always feel a little uneasy."
Xiang Xiaowu quickly said to him, "Boss Song, please don't worry. Boss Mu has always been kind and virtuous, so naturally, there will be noble people to help him.
You see, as soon as the announcement about searching for donor hearts and lungs was released, good news came from the United States.
Isn't this just a blessing from heaven? Just put your mind at ease and don't worry too much."
"Hehe, you're right. My son has gone through many hardships since he was a child, and now he can finally have a happy ending.
Now that Andreas is helping me, I really should trust them." Song Shijie nodded slightly, as if to encourage himself.
As he was speaking, Xiang Xiaowu, with his superb driving skills, drove all the way at lightning speed and successfully arrived at the company's underground parking lot.
Xiang Xiaowu parked the car steadily, got out quickly, opened the door for Song Shijie again, still carefully protecting his head, and let him get out of the car.
Song Shijie walked quickly and strode straight to the exclusive elevator.
Xiang Xiaowu quietly watched Song Shijie's elevator slowly rise until the elevator door was completely closed, then he turned and left.
Song Shijie walked out of the elevator and headed straight for the office. At this time, Rong Shishan had already sorted the documents in order of priority.
They were neatly arranged on the desk, and a cup of fragrant tea was carefully brewed.
I was waiting for Song Shijie to come back. As I approached the desk, I heard a crisp "click" from the door.
Rong Shishan turned around with a smile on his face and said with concern: "Ajie, why do you look so bad today? Come sit down, drink some water and have a good rest."
Song Shijie gently put down the briefcase in his hand, slowly sat down in the office chair, stretched his body slightly, and said with a little ease:
"I don't know what's going on today. I've been sweating profusely, and my chest feels stuffy and it's even hard to breathe."
Rong Shishan has followed Song Shijie for many years and knows his situation very well. He said sympathetically, "I know you've been worried and angry recently because of Xiaoji's matter.
In addition to the chaos caused by the fake medicine factory in Kuncheng, Secretary Li personally came down to carry out large-scale adjustments.
The new official has just taken office, and this bidding project is definitely not as easy as originally planned.
You are under double pressure. Actually, it doesn't matter much even if you fail in this bidding. Your health is the most important thing.
You are no longer young, it is time to rest and take good care of your body.
In a few years, when the young master grows up, it will be plenty of time for him to seek new opportunities."
Song Shijie let out a long sigh and said with emotion, "I understand this truth, but I always think that I can do more for my employees.
After all, the company's development to this point is inseparable from the efforts of every employee, and I also want to do my best to give them a better life and better development opportunities."
Song Shijie slowly reached out his hand, wanting to take the tea that Rong Shishan had carefully brewed. He blew gently on the rising hot steam and was about to take a sip to soothe his tense nerves.
But suddenly he felt as if his heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand. A sharp pain came over him, and his face turned pale as paper in an instant.
The teacup in his hand fell to the ground uncontrollably with a "click", accompanied by a crisp sound of breaking, porcelain pieces flew everywhere, and tea spilled all over the floor.
Rong Shishan was shocked when he saw this and shouted hurriedly: "Ajie, how are you? Ajie..."
His voice trembled slightly due to nervousness, and his eyes were full of fear and worry.
Almost subconsciously, Rong Shishan quickly took out his mobile phone and frantically pressed the 120 emergency number.
After the call was connected, he explained the situation and address to the other party at a very fast speed, with unconcealable anxiety in his voice.
Soon, the sharp whistle of the ambulance cut through the air as it rushed out of the hospital.
It was like a flash of white lightning, speeding through the streets and alleys. The whistling sound that resounded through the sky seemed to be announcing an emergency to the entire city, and it was running straight towards Zidong International Company.
At the door of the emergency room of the city center hospital, Rong Shishan was anxious and paced back and forth.
His eyes were fixed on the eye-catching red sign. The light seemed like a sharp knife hanging over his heart, and every flash made his heart suddenly tighten.
At this moment, he was filled with panic and bewilderment. He knew that the old lady at home was very old and his wife was timid and afraid of things. Even the slightest disturbance would scare them half to death.
Now, Mu Xiaoji is far away in Cornell Hospital in Los Angeles, his life or death uncertain; Jiang Chengyu is still unconscious, and the only male heir they can rely on, Jiang Shuo, is only four years old.
Rong Shishan frowned and couldn't help but mutter to himself: "It seems that I can only call Jiang Shuo. Although he is young, he is the only heir of the Song Group after all.
At this critical moment, perhaps it still has some persuasive power. I just hope the company doesn't suffer any more disasters."
After thinking for a moment, Rong Shishan made up his mind, took out his mobile phone, and made a WeChat video call directly to Jiang Shuo.
At this time, Jiang Shuo was skillfully injecting liquid food into Jiang Chengyu while staring at the computer screen, paying attention to the company's recent market trends.
Suddenly, Rong Shishan's WeChat video call request popped up. Jiang Shuo looked calm, put down the syringe in his hand in an orderly manner, and gently clicked to connect.
The screen showed an image of Rong Shishan standing in the hospital corridor. Jiang Shuo couldn't help but feel puzzled. He asked with a smile, "Grandpa Rong, you missed me so early in the morning?"
Rong Shishan opened his mouth, but felt like something was choking his throat, and he didn't know how to speak for a moment.
Seeing Rong Shishan like this, Jiang Shuo felt something was wrong. He carefully put the syringe and soup bowl into the plate, still smiling.
Trying to lighten the mood, he asked, "Maybe my grandpa missed me and was embarrassed to contact me directly, so he asked you to video chat with me?"
Rong Shishan sighed heavily and said in a low and helpless voice: "Jiang Shuo, you...hi,
Your grandpa just complained of chest tightness and shortness of breath in the office, and then fainted. I'm at the city center hospital now, and your grandpa is in the emergency room!"
When Jiang Shuo heard the news, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a serious look.
He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and comforted Rong Shishan, saying: "Grandpa Rong, don't worry.
I'll go tell Grandpa Guo and Grandma Mu right now, and then book a high-speed rail ticket back to Kuncheng."
Upon hearing this, Rong Shishan said anxiously, "I'd better send a helicopter to pick you up! There's a bidding event that your grandfather has always had his eye on. If your grandfather can't show up the day after tomorrow, I'll have no choice but to go."
Jiang Shuo quickly weighed the situation and said, "Don't bother. I'll have Guan Shan and Yan Kai drive me there! Grandpa Rong, please excuse me and take good care of my grandfather. I'll be leaving right away."
Guan Shan and Yan Kai, who were standing by, heard Jiang Shuo's conversation and immediately understood what he meant. Without saying a word, they immediately started packing up and prepared to set off immediately.
An emergency rescue and response operation centered on the fate of a family has begun.
Guan Shan sat steadily in the driver's seat, skillfully controlling the steering wheel with both hands, driving the Land Rover Range Rover.
The car was like an arrow shot from a bow, speeding at lightning speed on the flat and open road. The scenery outside the window was like a rapidly flipping scroll, flying backwards.
Jiang Shuo sat quietly in the back seat, his eyes always fixed on the peaceful sleeping face of his little daddy Jiang Chengyu beside him.
At this moment, his heart was filled with mixed emotions, and worries surged like a tide. He opened his mouth slightly and muttered softly:
"Little Daddy, Dad's condition at Cornell Medical Center in Los Angeles is unknown, and Grandpa just collapsed again.
I…actually, I’m a little scared too. Afraid of losing you, afraid of facing those unknown difficulties.”
As Jiang Shuo spoke, his voice gradually became lower, his head involuntarily lowered slightly, and his eyes revealed a hint of fear and helplessness.
However, after just a moment, Jiang Shuo seemed to suddenly remember something. He straightened his back abruptly, his eyes shining with determination again, and he said in a resounding tone:
"But... Little Daddy, you told me that fear is useless. Only by going against the wind and facing it bravely, you will find that difficulties are not scary.
I cannot retreat. I must be as strong as you and protect our home and the homes of millions of our employees."
He clenched his fists tightly, as if making a vow to himself and to the sleeping Jiang Chengyu.
That childish yet firm voice echoed in the speeding car, as if injecting a powerful force into this challenging moment.