Chapter 178 First Snow

Before sending the person to Hualing Hospital, everyone subconsciously thought that Jiang Wu was more seriously injured than Han Zhong. After all, Han Zhong could still run around carrying the person, but Jiang Wu had lost consciousness directly. So when Zhan Xiangchen came over, they all chose to check Jiang Wu first. Then they found that in addition to the gunshot wound on Jiang Wu's hand, he had an inexplicable number of white hairs on his temples. His deep sleep might also be due to shock due to excessive blood loss. He only needed to be cleaned and bandaged.

When it was Han Zhong's turn, Zhan Xiangchen looked at the various physical examination values ​​in his hand and suddenly made a sharp sound.

Temperature 34! Hypothermia!

Platelet count is 26! Severe decrease!

…

Zhan Xiangchen's eyes went dark as he screamed at the nurse to take the person to the emergency room. At the same time, he yelled at Rong Anzhou and asked him why he didn't wait until the person died before letting him save him!

With Rong Anzhou's temper, if anyone dared to yell at him like that, he would definitely punch them. But this time he just stood there with his head down and asked, "Can you save him?"

He spoke calmly, but the protruding blue veins on his forehead and his bloodshot eyes showed that he was not calm inside.

Zhan Xiangchen's anger subsided when he saw his expression. He also gradually remembered that this person was from the big boss's family, so his tone became calmer, "...I'll try my best."

Just this one sentence broke Rong Anzhou's defense. The nurses and doctors in the ward watched helplessly as this burly, tough man who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, his eyes reddened, and he cursed in a hoarse voice and collapsed.

Zhan Xiangchen felt a little reluctant. Actually, it was not Rong Anzhou's fault, because he was unable to see Han Zhong's physical condition at first. Normally, when the temperature drops to 34 degrees, the face, lips, toes and other parts of the body will turn blue due to the contraction of shallow blood vessels. However, although Han Zhong's face was too pale due to blood loss, it did not turn blue. He was even conscious when he was sent here, and he held his hand tightly to ask him to save Jiang Wu.

I can only say it's magical.

Han Zhong was still receiving a blood transfusion to keep him warm, and Zhan Xiangchen had no time to comfort him. His eyes fell on Han Yun, who was listening to everything silently, and he began to feel uneasy belatedly.

Although Han Zhong, the boss, has no habit of letting others die with him, it is hard to say what will happen to his father. What if he cannot be saved...

He didn't think about it for long before Han Yun looked at him. Zhan Xiangchen stood up subconsciously and his heart was lifted. However, to his surprise, Han Yun was very polite.

"Excuse me, Dr. Zhan."

After saying this calmly, the middle-aged man standing on the entire Linhai Pyramid slowly bowed his head towards him with an extremely sincere attitude, "Please save my son at all costs."

Zhan Xiangchen's heart stagnated, and he suddenly realized that the man in front of him was just a father after all the halos faded away. Even though this father was in a high position and had great power, he did not use his power and wealth to threaten him, because he knew it was useless, so he chose to put aside his face and beg, or pray, to him with the most sincere attitude.

No wonder a family like this would produce a president like President Han who is not a domineering president, he thought.

Although he admired the old Korean president very much, he was not a god after all.

At twelve o'clock that night, Han Zhong's temperature dropped to 32 degrees. The emergency room started extracorporeal membrane oxygenation and cardiopulmonary resuscitation, but it was still ineffective after an hour. His temperature was still slowly dropping and his heart rate began to slow down.

The emergency room suddenly fell silent. The doctors and nurses involved in the rescue subconsciously looked at Zhan Xiangchen. No one dared to say "give up the rescue" first, because the person lying here was the only son of the Han family, and none of them could take this responsibility.

Zhan Xiangchen was silent for a moment, then turned and walked out of the emergency room.

Seeing him coming out, Rong Anzhou immediately went to greet him, but Han Yun stood there looking at him without going forward.

Zhan Xiangchen moved his lips, "…The rescue failed, the patient's heart rate has stopped."

There was a dead silence outside the corridor. Han Yun stood there and slowly closed his eyes. After a long time, he opened his eyes again. He seemed to have aged a dozen years in an instant. He said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you."

Zhan Xiangchen felt sad, "...I'm sorry."

"You did your best."

Han Yun lowered his head, took out his cell phone, opened the top contact in the address book, but did not make a call for a long time. He just lowered his head and looked at the extremely familiar number. For the first time, he didn't know how to face the person on the other end of the phone.

Rong Anzhou glared with red eyes, as if he was about to get angry, but he didn't know who to be angry with. After glaring for a while, he seemed to remember something, turned around and rushed to the ward at the corner.

That was the VIP ward where Han Zhong had stayed before, but now it was Jiang Wu lying inside.

"Mr. Rong!"

Zhan Xiangchen was shocked. He was afraid that Rong Anzhou would anger Jiang Wu, so he hurriedly followed.

A handsome young man was lying quietly on the bed in the ward. His eyebrows and eyes were delicate like a painting, his skin was as white as jade, his black hair that fell to his shoulders was scattered on the clean white pillow, and a strand of white hair on his right temple fell quietly beside his ear. The young man in front of him was calmer than ever before, like an immortal who had been sleeping for a long time in an ancient painting.

Rong Anzhou stared at the sleeping man in front of him with red eyes, and spoke in a hoarse voice, "...I know you are not an ordinary person, I know you have many strange methods, I don't know what's wrong with you, but I don't believe that a bullet will seriously injure you."

"...Aren't you very powerful? Didn't you say you would protect him? Now he's dying. The person you wanted to protect, Han Zhong, is dying."

Tears silently flowed from his eyes, and his throat was so sore that he could hardly utter a complete sound, "...Can't you save him?!"

"Mr. Rong!"

Zhan Xiangchen happened to hear this, and fearing that he would really pull the man out of the bed, he hurried forward to persuade him, "Mr. Jiang is in a coma and can't hear what you say. I know you are worried about President Han, but you must calm down. Even if Mr. Jiang wakes up, he can't save him--"

Before he finished speaking, a clear bell sounded in the ward, as if it had penetrated the endlessly long river of time, one ring after another, very slowly, like an old man using his last bit of strength to shake the bronze bell that was engraved with his long life.

Ding-dong-dong——

The ethereal and distant ringing of the bell echoed in this ward. No, to be more precise, it echoed throughout the entire Linhai City. All the happy and peaceful people, as well as those trapped in despair, heard this bell ringing that came from nowhere that night.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhan Xiangchen caught a glimpse of pure white things falling from the sky outside the window. He stared blankly and uttered, "...is it snowing?"

It doesn't snow often in Linhai, and it has never snowed in December, but it did tonight.

The ringing sound was still ringing in his ears. Rong Anzhou looked at the snow outside the window in shock, and suddenly looked down at the young man sleeping on the bed.

The young man was still asleep, but the strands of white hair on his temples were slightly blown by the wind coming from nowhere, and fell on the corners of his eyes, as if they would open at any time.

They didn't know what to say for a moment until they heard hurried footsteps outside the door and a nurse shouted anxiously, "The heart rate has returned to normal! There's a heartbeat!"

Zhan Xiangchen's eyes widened in an instant, and without asking any more questions, he ran back to the emergency room.

Rong Anzhou stared blankly at the person on the hospital bed. The person was still sleeping, and his white hair was no longer shaking. The scene just now seemed like an illusion.

Han Yun, who was standing aside, looked at the young man on the hospital bed and gradually remembered his name, Jiang Wu. His surname was Jiang and it was this name. There are only forty-nine such names in the world, but this person was not among the forty-nine. And his son happened to meet such a person again.