Chapter 484: It's All an Exploitation
"Don't touch him!" Meng Anran's cold voice suddenly sounded, with a majesty that made people subconsciously obey.
She quickly stood up and walked over, pushed aside the panicked Jiang family members, squatted down and checked Mr. Jiang's pupils and condition.
Mr. Jiang was already unconscious, with slightly dilated pupils, typical symptoms of a stroke.
She said decisively, "Keep him lying flat, with his head tilted to one side to keep his airway clear."
After saying that, she took out a plate of silver needles from her bag without hesitation, unwrapped the aluminum foil, and the needle tips flashed coldly under the incandescent light.
"You...can you do it?" Jiang Shichang's wife questioned in a crying voice, obviously not trusting that Meng Anran, who was so young, could handle such a critical situation.
"Shut up!" This time it was Jiang Wende who scolded her. He knew that Meng Anran had inherited the medical skills of Mr. Zhao Cizhen, and now he could only place all his hopes on her.
Meng Anran ignored their arguments and used extremely fast and precise techniques to locate the acupuncture points. Each silver needle pierced the acupuncture points steadily and accurately, twisting and turning them with smooth movements.
The Jiang family held their breath and stared at the scene in amazement, watching the calm and powerful aura emanating from this young girl at this moment, as if everything was under her control.
However, within just a few minutes, Mr. Jiang's pale complexion gradually calmed down a little, and his rapid breathing also subsided a little. Although he was still unconscious, it was obvious that the most dangerous situation was temporarily under control.
Fine beads of sweat oozed from Meng Anran's forehead, but her eyes remained focused. She didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the last needle fell.
She put away the needle, and the sound of an ambulance was just getting closer.
The medical staff quickly lifted Mr. Jiang onto a stretcher.
Jiang Shichang suddenly knelt down in front of Meng Anran with a plop, "Director An! Please! Save my father!"
His voice was choked with sobs, filled with a last glimmer of hope amidst despair. "Our Jiang family has done all sorts of wrongdoings before, and we've accepted all the punishments and punishments! I only ask you to ask Mr. Zhao to help! This isn't the first time the old man has had a stroke. The hospital says the success rate of surgery is extremely low. Only Mr. Zhao, a national champion, might have a solution..."
"But we can't invite Mr. Zhao! We know you have a close relationship with him, so please...for the sake of our cooperation, please help us!"
The other members of the Jiang family also completely lost their previous hypocritical courtesy at this moment, and surrounded him one after another, with genuine panic and pleading on their faces.
"Miss An, please!"
"It was all our fault before. We kowtow to you!"
Jiang Zhiman stood aside, watching the farce of pleading in front of him, and suddenly understood everything.
He walked up to Meng Anran and bowed deeply. His voice was filled with fatigue and a hint of bitterness. "Mr. An, thank you for saving my grandfather. I'm really sorry for making a fool of myself during this meal today. I'll meet you alone some other time and I won't let anyone else in front of you again."
He sincerely wanted to invite Meng Anran to dinner to express his gratitude, and he also thought that his grandfather and the people from the first house came to apologize to Meng Anran sincerely.
Unexpectedly, it was all an exploit.
Treat him as a bridge to contact Meng Anran, and treat Meng Anran as a bridge to seek medical treatment from Mr. Zhao.
Who doesn't know that Mr. Zhao is hard to invite? Well, you have to go and invite him in person. Only after you try it can you know if it works.
Without even trying, without showing any sincerity, you just kneel down here and beg Meng Anran. What's the difference between this and moral kidnapping?
Meng Anran looked at him, then glanced at Old Man Jiang who was being carried away, and finally her gaze returned to Jiang Shichang who was kneeling in front of her with a guilty look on his face.
She understood that the ones who were truly anxious and trying every possible way to seek help were the generous and biased old couple.
Once Mr. Jiang passes away, according to the current situation, the second wife will most likely take over.
The so-called apology and all the humble gestures were ultimately aimed at getting in touch with Master Zhao through her and seeking a glimmer of hope for the pillar of their family.
At today's dinner, the second wife was probably just a pawn used by the lobbyists to smooth things over. Jiang Zhiman was completely unaware of this, having become her ticket to meet her.
She gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, her eyes calm and she didn't even glance at Jiang Shichang who was kneeling on the ground.
She looked at Jiang Zhiman, her voice still cold, no emotion in her voice. "Send someone to the hospital to check on the situation. As for Mr. Zhao, I'll ask him for you, but whether he takes action depends on his wishes, not my business."
Among the Jiang family, the only one she had some good feelings towards was Jiang Zhiman, so she only gave this favor to Jiang Zhiman.
Jiang Zhiman understood her intention, and his eyes burst into surprise and gratitude: "Thank you, Mr. An! No matter what the outcome, our Second House will remember this kindness."
Not only did he want to seek medical treatment from Mr. Zhao for his grandfather, but he also intended to support their second branch.
Meng Anran nodded slightly, said no more, turned around and left the chaotic private room.
The commotion behind her had nothing to do with her; she was just fulfilling her instinct as a doctor.
As for the Jiang family's eldest wife's calculations and the old couple's favoritism, they had nothing to do with her.
If the master is willing to help Mr. Jiang with his treatment, the Jiang family will accept her favor and give credit to Jiang Zhiman. In the future, when Jiang Zhiman takes control of the Jiang family, he will be another great help to her.
Jiang Zhiman is very smart. He knows how to stand on the side when he is weak and handles things tactfully. Even if he becomes stronger one day, he will not forget the old friendship.
Unlike those girls in the first wife's family who have poor vision and questionable character, they are like frogs in a well who cannot be helped.
Too lazy to comment.
When Meng Anran returned to Jiangpan No. 9 to take a shower, she received a message from Jiang Zhiman, saying, "Grandpa's health is stable and he's out of danger. Thank you for tonight. If you're free tomorrow, I'd like to treat you to dinner."
Meng Anran: No need to treat me to a meal. I can't just stand by and watch someone die. There's something else I need your help with.
【Jiang Zhiman: You say.】
[Meng Anran: Next weekend, the sculptor "Qiran" will be unveiling his third work at the Beijing Art Museum. We need your help promoting it.]
Jiang Zhiman: No problem, I'll definitely get it done.
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