“Manager Ma and his team have dealt with international hedge funds so many times, they have experience, they just lack confidence.” Chen Dong frowned, a few doubts in his heart, but finally said, “The most important thing now is to confirm Secretary Liu’s safety. After Secretary Liu is out of danger, I will consider whether to return to Longteng.”
The group waited together in the clinic for more than an hour before the experts sent by Longteng finally arrived.
Chen Dong had the clinic prepare a simple operating room for them, specifically for doctors to perform surgical procedures.
The good news is that after examining Secretary Liu, several experts said that he could still be saved, but he would need to receive anti-infection medication.
Chen Dong had previously instructed the doctors to bring over the medications they had prepared, so they weren't worried about the medications.
However, the doctors brought Chen Dong bad news: "This patient has been underwater for too long. His lungs have been severely damaged. The lung infection can be cured with medication, but the sequelae caused by oxygen deprivation in his brain are difficult to improve with subsequent treatment."
"Can't the medications you brought treat the aftereffects of brain hypoxia?" Chen Dong asked.
The doctors exchanged glances, then said with difficulty, "Developing effective drugs for brain diseases remains a challenge in global medicine today."
Chen Dong then realized that he was in 1998. Even though medical techniques had advanced considerably, the current medical technology was still in a very backward stage.
"What are the aftereffects of brain hypoxia?" Afang asked.
"Actually, his limbs are still responsive, which means that although he is lacking oxygen underwater, his condition should not be too bad. Perhaps he has just suffered brainstem damage, which may make it a little difficult for him to walk or talk in the future."
Chen Dong looked at Secretary Liu, feeling a deep sense of regret, but hearing that he was still breathing brought him a sense of relief. "It's good that he's alive. Being alive is better than anything else."
"Afang, you stay here and keep an eye on Secretary Liu. Call me if anything unexpected happens."
Afang sensed something was amiss and, remembering Chen Dong's penchant for taking risks alone, quickly grabbed him. "What are you trying to do? Where are you going?"
“The Poyang Lake incident has already occurred, which means that many places in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River and in China will successively experience major floods. I must go back to Shenzhen.”
Chen Dong's family is still in Pengcheng, and he is really worried about them.
"I'll go back with you!" Afang insisted.
Chen Dong frowned and asked her, "What about Secretary Liu? If these doctors who came here specifically need any other medicine, it will definitely have to be urgently transferred from Longteng's warehouse. Only you know the truth about this matter."
"Listen to me, you stay here, I'm going to Shenzhen, I'll be back soon."
After saying that, Chen Dong left the clinic without further ado and asked Master Zhou to take him to the train station.
It was already afternoon, and he returned to Pengcheng overnight.
At midnight on Chinese time, a crisis broke out in the Russian futures market. Yulia was worried about the repayment of government bonds and had been selling off her government bonds for several days.
Meanwhile, in the far East, the Hong Kong stock market, which had long since closed, kept the two bigwigs of the Hong Kong Monetary Authority and the Financial Secretary awake late into the night.
“The Hang Seng Index has already fallen to 8500.02, and the exchange rate of the Hong Kong dollar to the US dollar has dropped to 7.71. If this continues, not only will the assets of Hong Kong citizens be at risk, but even our official positions will be in jeopardy!” Yang Fugui complained from the side.
Du Xingzhi repeatedly tried to contact the person in charge at Longteng, but every time he called, the person in charge told him that they could not get in touch with the big boss.
"Their manager, Manager Ma, said that Chen Dong has already gone to the mainland to help with flood relief, but we don't know if it's true." Du Xingzhi looked at Yang Fugui and guessed, "Could it be that Boss Chen is using flood relief as an excuse to avoid us?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Fugui immediately shook his head, indicating his denial.
“Chen Dong is a bullish investor; everything he does in the stock market is aimed at the bears.” Yang Fugui looked back at Du Xingzhi. “What do you think Chen Dong is after in deceiving us like this?”
Du Xingzhi glanced at the clock in his office; it was almost 1 a.m. He said, “Instead of guessing like this, I think we should go see him directly and talk to him face to face about how he plans to proceed and how we should cooperate with him.”
"Go to the mainland to find him?" Yang Fugui turned his head away, but quickly said, "No, there are floods everywhere in the mainland right now. I heard that the Nenjiang and Songhua River basins in the north are flooded. Let's not go and make things worse."
"This is hardly adding to the chaos!" Du Xingzhi became even more enthusiastic, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Hong Kong is also a window for China to the outside world. If the Chinese stock market is unstable, how can the mainland feel at ease?"
"Right now, governments at all levels in mainland China are focused on flood control and disaster relief, and maintaining the Hong Kong stock market. Our task is to prevent the mainland from being distracted."
Du Xingzhi's reasons were so compelling that Yang Fugui could not find any excuse to refuse.
"Shall we make a trip tomorrow?" To be honest, he really needed to mentally prepare himself for going back to the mainland at this time of year.
After all, he had been watching the devastation of the massive floods in mainland China from Hong Kong and around the world for the past week. If he were to return to Hong Kong, who would guarantee their safety?
It was midnight, the trading hours of the New York Stock Exchange. Yang Fugui looked at the constantly refreshing Hong Kong dollar sell orders on his computer and felt a sense of resignation.
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