119: Chapter 119 If the King of Hell wants someone, he'll first ask Chenguang Finance if they'll approve it!

Director Liu sprang up from his boss chair instantly. He didn't even bother to look at the scalded, red skin on the back of his hand.

There was no trace of his lofty director's demeanor left.

"Understood! Doing it immediately!" Director Liu's voice was unusually loud. He turned and roared at the Head Nurse, who was staring in a daze at the doorway, "What are you still standing there for! Notify all the directors of the Emergency and Critical Care Department and the Respiratory Department. Bring all available ambulances and assemble downstairs within five minutes! Pick up the people according to the list!"

Half an hour later, on the edge of the Chengbei High-Tech Zone.

The thick fog had been completely blown away by the wind. The muddy ground was full of water-logged, slushy pits, and the canvas resettlement shelter area reeked of dampness and mold.

Inside the largest canvas tent, Wang Yan was kneeling beside the dry straw mat laid out on the ground.

Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were swollen like rotten peaches. On the mat, her gray-haired, thin Mother's chest heaved violently, and a wheezing sound like a broken bellows came from her throat.

"Cough... cough, cough!" Mother suddenly arched her back, spitting a mouthful of brown, blood-streaked phlegm into a broken porcelain bowl at the edge of the mat.

This was already the third mouthful of bloody phlegm today.

Mother stretched out a hand that looked like a withered tree branch and gripped Wang Yan's sleeve tightly, gasping for air: "Yan'er... don't go through all this trouble. Mother's lung disease is a bottomless pit. Go back to Xiang Province, save that ten thousand yuan base salary the factory issued, and keep it as a dowry for yourself in the future."

"Mother, don't talk, save your strength." Wang Yan's tears fell in large drops, splashing onto the quilt.

Her right hand tightly gripped the newly issued Chenguang Electronics Factory employee ID in her pocket, the plastic edge almost digging into her palm until it bled.

The factory group chat had sent a notice saying they would take care of medical treatment, but those were hundreds of seriously ill patients. Which major hospital in the city would be willing to take in this bunch of smelly, mud-covered laborers?

Wang Yan bit her lower lip hard, blood seeping into her mouth from the corner, tasting salty and metallic.

"Factory Director Lu said he would take care of the family members... He's such a big boss, he even dared to throw a million in cash on the ground to distribute to people; he definitely wouldn't lie to us." She seemed to be saying this to Mother, but also to bolster her own courage.

Just then, a harsh, urgent siren suddenly rang out outside the shelter area.

"Woo—woo—"

Two top-of-the-line ambulances with flashing red and blue warning lights crushed through the splashing yellow mud and screeched to a halt, stopping precisely at the main entrance of the resettlement shelter area.

The ambulance door was pulled open with a loud clatter.

The top director of the Respiratory Department at the First People's Hospital, who hadn't even had time to fully change into his sterile scrubs—still wearing suit trousers under his white coat—stepped into the half-foot-deep mud.

He didn't even bother to look at his shoes, which cost several thousand yuan, now caked in mud, and waved his hand back.

"Quick! Bring the stretcher! Bring the ventilator directly!" The director personally led four nurses, carrying the stretcher as they rushed into the canvas tent.

Wang Yan watched in a daze as a group of people in white coats rushed in, immediately hooked her Mother up to an IV drip with imported special medication, and instantly lifted her onto the stretcher.

"You're the patient's family member, right? Stop crying, grab your things and come with the ambulance. Your boss has covered all the expenses." The Head Nurse grabbed Wang Yan and pulled her towards the ambulance.

Wang Yan was trembling all over, her tears blurring her vision. She suddenly turned around, plopped onto her knees in the mud, and kowtowed heavily in the direction of the main factory.

The ambulance sped away from the shelter area with a roar.

Jiangcheng First People's Hospital, Emergency Department.

The glass doors were wide open.

Director Liu was drenched in sweat, his white coat not even buttoned up. He personally led over a dozen hospital security guards, roughly pushing the crowd of onlookers in the corridor to the sides.

"Move! Everyone stand against the wall!" Director Liu shouted until his voice cracked, "Security Department, clear the path!"

A harsh screech of brakes exploded outside the entrance.

The doors opened, and several doctors and nurses worked together to lift the stretcher off.

Wang Yan, covered in mud and water, her hair plastered to her scalp in strands, followed closely behind the stretcher, stepping into the emergency hall.

The floor was paved with polished marble, reflecting the incandescent lights overhead.

Wang Yan looked down, seeing the long trail of dirty mud prints left by her shoe soles.

She shrank back, pulling her right foot back, afraid to step further inside. Her hands tightly gripped that plastic factory ID, her nails digging into her flesh.

A commotion broke out among the crowd waiting in the hall.

A local businessman wearing a high-end custom suit pushed aside the patient in front and squeezed to the triage desk.

He reached into his leather clutch, pulled out a thick stack of red banknotes, and slammed them heavily onto the counter.

"Why should this bunch of smelly laborers be allowed to cut in line?" The businessman stiffened his neck, his eyes sweeping over the mud on Wang Yan's shoes with disgust.

He turned and pointed at Director Liu, starting to berate him.

"Director Liu, does your hospital not follow the rules? My Mother-in-law has been waiting on an extra bed in the corridor for two days! That VIP ward that just opened up is reserved for us. Give me the ward!"

Several patient family members waiting in line joined in the clamor.

"Exactly, we've been waiting for days."

"You can't be unreasonable just because there are many of them."

Director Liu's eyes were red with anxiety. He strode over in a few steps, grabbed the businessman by his suit collar, and forcibly dragged him away from the triage desk.

"Get lost! Stop getting in the way here!" Director Liu roared at the top of his lungs.

He didn't even glance at the stack of money on the counter.

"This is a family member of Chenguang Electronics Factory! They are using the fifty-million special green channel! Highest priority! Your Mother-in-law is waiting for an extra bed, but these people are here to save lives!"

The businessman stumbled, his face full of defiance.

"Fifty million? Who are you trying to bluff! Can a few laborers come up with fifty million?" The businessman clamored.

"Just one minute ago, the full amount in cash was transferred to the hospital's public account!" Director Liu pointed at the businessman's nose, "If the King of Hell comes to demand someone today, he must first ask if Chenguang Electronics' finance department approves! If you don't want to see a doctor, get out!"

The hall went instantly silent.

The people who had been clamoring earlier gasped, involuntarily stepping back two paces, fearing they might be blocking the way.

No one dared to make another sound.

The stretcher's tires screeched harshly against the tiles.

It was a green light all the way.

The hospital bed crashed through the heavy glass door at the end of the corridor, pushing directly into the VIP Respiratory ICU, which was originally only open to specific high-ranking officials.

The glass door closed heavily.

The beeping of the ECG monitor began. The hyperbaric oxygen chamber started, directly taking over the elderly woman's breathing.

The director personally changed into a full set of sterile scrubs and turned to instruct the nurses.

"Unpack that case of imported special medication that was air-freighted via cold chain. Directly administer two ampoules. Speed!"

Outside the glass door, Wang Yan's back was pressed against the cold tiled wall of the corridor.

Her legs were too weak to support her body, and she could only stand by gripping the stainless steel handrail on the wall tightly.

Ten minutes later, at the payment window.

A nurse ran over holding a long stack of printed receipts.

She stared at the number jumping out on the screen. Because top-tier medical supplies not included in the medical insurance reimbursement catalog were used, the cost displayed by the system was as high as 150,000.

The nurse swallowed, then turned to look at Wang Yan, who was following behind.