"Hello, may I ask what has happened here?"

Seeing the two individuals in sky blue uniforms, Zhuang Ling felt as if he had encountered a savior. After hurriedly explaining the situation to them, the two traffic police officers expressed that they would immediately drive over in their patrol car and arrange for someone to clear the way.

Zhuang Ling finally felt relieved and gently touched Shu Boheng's back, whispering in his heart, "There's hope now."

The fact proves that the efficiency of the traffic police on important road segments is high. They quickly called in four police cars, on one hand using loudspeakers to explain the situation to the drivers and guide them to orderly proceed on another route, on the other hand, leading the way with those four police cars in front. Finally, Zhuang Ling was able to restart the car and smoothly drive to the entrance of Boren Hospital without any further disturbances along the way.

At the hospital, the doctors and nurses had been waiting for a long time. The wheelchair and various equipment were all prepared. Zhuang Ling lifted Shu Bo Heng onto the wheelchair, and the nurse immediately placed a breathing apparatus on him. They hurriedly pushed him into the emergency department.

Zhuang Ling followed closely behind, still holding his hand tightly, her eyes fixed on him as if he were some rare treasure.

He only stopped walking when he was pushed into the emergency room and the closed door separated him from the outside.

Standing helplessly at the entrance of the emergency room, Zhuang Ling lowered his head and looked at his own hands, as if he had returned to the moment of his death in his previous life. Lost and drifting, he arrived at a place where he saw the family of Shu Boheng crying desperately at the end of the corridor, their grief tearing at his heart. He still vividly remembered the emptiness he felt at that moment.

No... No...

He walked wearily to the bench and sat down, hunching over in the corner with his hands covering his head. After a while, faint stifled sobs could be heard.

At this moment, in the emergency room, the doctor carefully examined Shu Boheng's condition and let out a big sigh of relief.

Previously, they were made to believe that the major shareholder was really on the verge of collapsing due to Zhuang Ling's attitude, to the point where they were prepared for the worst. However, upon closer examination, it was only an excessive emotional fluctuation causing a relapse of neurasthenic gastritis. Coupled with the fact that he hadn't eaten breakfast this morning and was experiencing mild symptoms of hypoglycemia, he was too weak to regain consciousness. Therefore, after attaching monitoring devices and administering intravenous fluids, he was put on a gurney and brought out.

As soon as the door opened, Zhuang Ling immediately sensed it. He couldn't wait and lifted his head, his eyes turning red as he looked over. "Aheng!"

Shu Boheng still lay motionless with closed eyes on the rotating bed. The majority of his emaciated face was covered by an oxygen mask, showing no signs of waking up.

"What is he like?"

Mr. Zhuang, please rest assured that Mr. Shu's state is only a result of an emotional disturbance triggering an attack of neurogenic gastritis, combined with low blood sugar, which caused him to faint suddenly. The reason he has not regained consciousness is because his body is excessively weak.

"And what about his heart? Have you conducted a full-body examination on him?"

"‘Heart?’ the doctor looked at Zhuang Ling strangely. ‘Although the heart rhythm is slightly irregular, there doesn't seem to be any major issues with Director Shu's heart at the moment. As for a full-body examination, well... Director Shu did not request it, so it wouldn't be appropriate for us to proceed...'"

"Do it for him!"

"Um... Mr. Zhuang..."

"I told you to do it for him!"

The doctor took a few steps back, frightened by Zhuang Ling's grim and sinister appearance. He couldn't help but wonder, "Is this really the gentle and refined young master from television? How can there be such a stark contrast?"

"I... I need to make a call to consult the dean before I can make any arrangements. After all, I am not from the inspection department either. For now, let's... let's take President Shu to the ward first."

Zhuang Ling finally released his grip on the doctor's collar.