"What our son said makes perfect sense. I think the eldest brother was just frightened for a moment. The old man has saved so many lives, even the King of Hell doesn't dare to take him."

Zhang Guoqing echoed his son's words and squeezed her palm. Good, his fist had unclenched. Finally, his son's efforts had not been wasted.

Zhou Jiao gave him a wry smile and nodded.

——No matter how much the father and son exaggerate the facts, her master is old after all.

Zhou Jiao sighed inwardly and turned to look out the window. She had been his disciple for so many years and had never seen any abnormalities in the old man's health, but now?

Moreover, her eldest brother was a very steady person. He didn't even change color when he went to the battlefield to treat patients. How could he be easily frightened? The only possibility was that the problem was serious.

faint?

Zhou Jiao closed her eyes and carefully recalled the old man's recent health check, and fell into deep thought for a moment.

The speed of driving on May Day was quite good, and there were few people traveling at night, so only one or two buses passed by occasionally on the road.

When he arrived at the Military General Hospital, it was very close to the ten minutes he had expected.

After getting out of the car, Zhou Jiao quickly opened the door on her side. Without waiting for Zhang Guoqing to come out, she started to run inside. Then she remembered something, "Did your uncle tell me where it is?"

During this pause, Zhang Guoqing and his son had already rushed out of the car and stood on her left and right.

Wuyi took her hand and said, "Come with me." He really forgot to ask this, but if she fainted, she should be in the emergency room.

In the Military General Hospital, it was really difficult for Zhang Guoqing to run away with his wife in his arms. He was not afraid of any ghost's influence, because he was hugging his own wife, not a wild woman.

But seeing his youngest son running ahead hugging his wife, Zhang Guoqing could only follow closely behind.

"Dad, hurry up."

Zhang Guoqing was too lazy to speak. He was right next to his mother. So, sons and the like were all troublesome things. He couldn't take care of his wife?

There were 40,000 to 50,000 soldiers surrounding the door of the emergency room. When Zhang Guoqing asked around, he found out that the person performing surgery was not an old man at all.

He glared at his son, grabbed his wife and walked out.

"Dad, I'm going to go ask the doctor on duty up front. You take care of my mom first."

"roll!"

If it weren't for the wrong timing and the wrong place, Wuyi would have almost burst out laughing. His father is really childish! How come he didn't notice that his mother is much more relaxed now?

I don’t know if it’s because he often hangs out with those rough guys, but his father likes to be straightforward when dealing with things.

When May Day came back, Zhang Guoqing also found out the location of Dr. Hu's ward.

The family of three arrived and pushed open the door of the ward. Zhou Jiao immediately rushed in and took a look... wow, there were quite a lot of people inside.

In addition to Uncle Hu and Aunt Ya, there are also the eldest brother Zhu Ling and the seventh brother and his wife.

Zhou Jiao pushed aside several people on the bed and saw Doctor Hu lying on the bed. He had his eyes closed and a large bottle was hanging on his wrist.

Zhu Ling stood up and pushed a stool towards her. "Junior sister is here. Don't be in a hurry. Sit down and catch your breath first." Then she gestured to Zhang Guoqing and his son to sit on the sofa by the window for a while.

Zhou Jiao shook her head and sat sideways on the hospital bed. She reached out and touched the old man's right hand, which was dripping with saline solution. She wanted to take his pulse first, but was worried that the needle would be misaligned.

How could she see that her master had become much more haggard? Yesterday he had a rosy complexion and a broad smile, just like Santa Claus.

Now, his face is pale, and against the white sheets and quilt, the age spots on his face and hands are even more obvious under the incandescent light.

"Brother, what's the current situation of my master?"

Zhou Jiao had originally wanted to ask Uncle Hu and the others first, but she still felt a little resentful towards them. It was her senior brother who informed her, so why didn't he call her first?

She knew she was taking her anger out on others. This thought was a bit excessive, and she didn't want to speak out, fearing that if she couldn't control her tone, she would hurt others.

Zhu Ling looked at the others in embarrassment.

Zhou Jiao shuddered upon seeing this, pursed her lips, and stared at him closely, "Is it serious? Tell me what you need, and I'll find a way."

Zhu Ling sighed secretly, "Junior Sister..."

Seeing him hesitating, Zhou Jiao frowned and looked at the seventh senior brother, "Go ahead, I can hold on."

Upon hearing this, Senior Brother Seven rolled his eyes at the ceiling. After his wife pulled his clothes, he blinked at Zhou Jiao and looked at Doctor Hu.

Zhou Jiao felt a pain in her heart. It turned out that her master's condition was so serious that her fellow brothers were reluctant to speak in front of him, even when he was asleep.

Zhou Jiao secretly wiped away the tears that had just slipped down the corners of her eyes, looked at her master deeply, turned around and walked out.

Zhang Guoqing and his son were facing away from them, but the elderly couple, Uncle Hu and Aunt Ya, were pouring tea for them and standing beside them.

The father and son looked at each other and then at each other. In the blink of an eye, they saw Zhou Jiao turn around and leave, and immediately stood up and followed.

Wuyi nudged his father, winked at him, then stopped and walked to the bedside...

In the corridor outside the ward.

Zhang Guoqing looked at Zhou Jiao, then at the two senior brothers who followed closely behind him. He opened his mouth and then closed it again. He couldn't just say whatever was on his mind.

But seeing his wife so sad, Zhang Guoqing still put his arm around her and squeezed her arm rhythmically. I hope he is right.

Zhou Jiao glanced at him doubtfully, then looked at Zhu Ling and the others, "Brother, tell me, what's going on with the old man? Should I ask Master Uncle to come over?"

Zhang Guoqing waited for her to finish her words and then said, "Let's ask Master Uncle to come over. I'll make arrangements right away and see if there are any military planes coming over. If that doesn't work, I'll apply for it for Master's sake."

Zhu Ling quickly shook her hand, "No, there's no need, absolutely no need."

Zhang Guoqing felt relieved upon hearing this and immediately waved his hand, "How can it be unnecessary? Don't worry, I'll go back and make arrangements now."

Zhou Jiao immediately grabbed him and turned to look at him in confusion.

What's the point? She didn't believe Zhang Guoqing would be in such a hurry to leave. Besides, it involved military aircraft, which belonged to the country. How could you transfer them for personal reasons?

When it comes to official business, not only Zhang Guoqing, but even her father wouldn't mess around. What he said just now was just a lie to fool the cucumber egg.

The seventh senior brother nudged Zhu Ling and turned his head to look outside. "You're the boss, you speak."

Zhu Ling couldn't help but retort, "Now you know I'm the boss? Just now... since you knew I was the boss, why didn't you obey my orders? Come on, you're better at speaking than me."

"I don't know what to say. I'm late."

"I'm going to tell my seventh sister-in-law that you've hidden several jars of wine."

"Then I'll tell my sister-in-law that you haven't quit smoking at all."