NOVPUBChapter 69: Chapter 69: The Family’s Secret Technique
Chapter 69 -69: The Family’s Secret Technique
Zhao Dachuan returned to Factory Director Wei’s home with a bowed head, and upon entering, saw a room full of people crying. Factory Director Wei was surprised to see him, as he hadn’t expected Zhao Dachuan to make an excuse and slip away, which balanced his feelings quite a bit, realizing he had been mistaken.
As dawn was about to break, the Wang Family’s patriarch, Wang Jianli, and matriarch, Liu Huiru, arrived with their two daughters and sons-in-law, quickly forming a large group. Four jeeps stopped outside, along with drivers, making a grand entrance all at once.
Everyone made way as Wang Jianli and Liu Huiru, already with red eyes, entered. As soon as she stepped through the door, Liu Huiru immediately asked her daughter, “Where is your brother?”
Wang Fang quickly wiped her tears and led her mother and two sisters into a smaller room.
Upon seeing her son with eyes tightly shut and a pale face, Liu Huiru burst into loud wails, “My son, my little one, how could you leave your mother behind? You’re going to cause me so much pain.” She cried heartbreakingly while holding her unconscious son.
Wang Fang, also in tears, clung to Liu Huiru, “Mom, Mom! Don’t be like this, you need to take care of your health. Besides, in this state, my brother can’t take it,” she urgently tried to console Liu Huiru.
Wang Xue and Wang Xin also held Liu Huiru, tears unceasing. This brother wasn’t just a favorite of their parents, but also their most beloved brother, who had the best character and nature. If he were to die so young, how could it not be heartbreaking?
“Mom, Mom, please don’t be like this.”
Liu Huiru had cried until she passed out and was carried by her three daughters to the bedroom inside to rest.
Someone quickly went to call the factory’s doctor to have a look.
The doctor instructed the others that it was syncope caused by excessive grief, nothing serious, but to be mindful of the patient’s emotions.
Wang Jianli sat on a chair and asked his son-in-law, Factory Director Wei, what exactly had happened.
Factory Director Wei, also in a cold sweat, recounted the situation. It really had nothing to do with them—the sudden nosebleed and fever, who could have anticipated such a condition?
“When is the expert going to arrive?” Wang Jianli’s question made Factory Director Wei jump.
Was there an expert coming?
The eldest son-in-law, Qian Cheng, immediately went outside to check and returned to say, “Dad! No sign yet, we drove fast, but they have more people, so they’re slower. They should arrive in no more than an hour, don’t worry!” For his brother-in-law, his father-in-law had spared no expense, inviting several renowned experts from the provincial capital. This was why Lian Ye rushed over—to see if they could save his brother-in-law’s life.
Wang Jianli went in and sat beside his youngest son, holding Wang Han’s hand. The old man said nothing; having been blessed with a son late in life, this son was not spoiled but rather sensible, understanding, and reassuring, never troubling anyone since birth, a son that made Wang Jianli proud.
But now his son lay there, unable to even open his eyes, forcing him to watch helplessly as his son faced death bit by bit, a pain no one else could understand.
He gripped his son’s hand tightly, wishing he could transfer his own strength to Wang Han.
He would even trade his own life if possible.
An hour later! The sound of car brakes outside startled everyone, and soon, five men in military uniforms, carrying medicine boxes and equipment, entered.
“Where is the patient?”
Factory Director Wei quickly led the people inside, not daring to delay a moment.
The small room was immediately crowded with people, and the five doctors began treating Wang Han, checking him one by one with stethoscopes. After examining him, they all shook their heads with grave faces, and Wang Jianli nearly broke down at this gesture.
“How is it, doctor?”
This question wasn’t asked by Wang Jianli, but by his eldest son-in-law, Qian Cheng. The old man was already overwhelmed, tottering as if a single straw could break him.
At this moment, he was the pillar of the family, obligated to take charge of the situation.
“Just prepare for the funeral affairs, and decide if you want to give him a shot of cardiac stimulant so he can wake up temporarily and say his goodbyes to everyone!” The doctors were helpless, they were medical professionals, not magicians, and there were times when they couldn’t save a life.
Now, even if Wang Jianli held a high official position, he couldn’t save his son.
In the face of life and death, even heavenly kings are just as vulnerable and fragile.
Wang Jianli’s legs went weak, and he collapsed, but he didn’t faint, supported and seated by several people.
The doctor examined Wang Jianli, “Chief Wang, your heart is weak! You must grieve with restraint.” They administered medication to Wang Jianli, knowing that it was easy for something to go wrong under great excitement and immense grief.
They were utterly useless here.
Manager Wei invited several people to a neighboring room, which belonged to a neighbor but was temporarily used by him as his own home was too crowded.
Wang Jianli wept profusely. He had been a fearless warrior all his life, fought in battles, and never flinched in the face of death! Yet now, his youngest son was beyond help, and how could Wang Jianli not be heartbroken?
Everyone was somber, as none can escape the sorrow of life and death separation.
Zhao Dachuan glanced at the sky; it had been light for a while and now it was already half past five. It was summer, and the days dawned early. Feeling anxious, seeing Wang Jianli, this elderly hero, regardless of his rank, witnessing such despair in an old man, Zhao Dachuan’s opportunistic thoughts disappeared.
The pain of losing a son, though not experienced firsthand, resonated deeply, as he too was a father! If his son were in such a situation, he probably wouldn’t bear to lose him even if there was a slim chance.
In a heated moment, he approached, “Chief Wang!”
Qian Cheng was displeased, who were these people to come forward like this.
“My father is not in a good mood! Better to speak later!”
Absolute lack of tact, truly annoying how these petty people try to gain visibility in front of Wang Jianli.
Not even considering the circumstances, when somebody is about to die in their family! And still, they come to curry favor, not fearing to hit the wrong target.
“No, Chief, there might still be a chance!”
At these words, Wang Jianli immediately raised his head! His eyes widened.
“What did you say?”
The old man had been a soldier, faced battles, killed enemies. That look in his eyes was imposing and intimidating, making Zhao Dachuan lower his head, unable to withstand the fierceness.
Wang Jianli grabbed Zhao Dachuan’s wrist, “What did you just say?”
In desperate times, even the slightest possibility is grasped as a lifeline.
Zhao Dachuan clenched his teeth, “There might still be a chance, I know someone with an extraordinary familial secret. Expert in acupuncture, it might help.” Treating a dying horse as if it were alive was initially for securing a future for his children, but now it was about his conscience.
“Acupuncture? Don’t joke. If Western medicine can’t do it, what good is acupuncture!” Qian Cheng scoffed, everyone knew Western medicine worked fastest, Traditional Chinese Medicine took long, and acupuncture, even more so, was of no use in such dire circumstances.
Haven’t you heard, five specialists were unsuccessful, and they’ve declared it hopeless? And suddenly some traditional medicine family secret can save him?
This must be a scam.
