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Zhao Weiguo slowly opened his eyes and saw a young, innocent face.

He wanted to speak, but he was in so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to talk.

……

Zhao Qingsong watched as the old man opened his eyes, and after his pupils focused, he asked softly, "Grandpa, how are you feeling? Any better?"

The old man's chest heaved violently.

Nod slightly.

Seeing the other person's expression, Zhao Qingsong asked, "I see you don't want to talk. I'll ask you a question: Do you have a heart problem? If so, just nod."

The old man nodded gently upon hearing this.

Zhao Qingsong breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this, wondering if using the wrong medicine would have side effects.

Fortunately, the person survived.

Zhao Qingsong looked into the car; there was only the other person inside.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "I can't drive, but I'll take you to the hospital on my bike, is that alright?"

He was a little worried that the bicycle would hurt him.

The old man waved his hand, closed his eyes, and didn't say anything.

Zhao Qingsong was somewhat undecided. If it was a heart disease, there was an optimal time for treatment, and the longer it was delayed, the more troublesome it would become.

Several minutes passed.

The old man finally recovered.

He spoke slowly, "Young man, I'm fine. Let me catch my breath."

Seeing this, Zhao Qingsong didn't press the matter.

After more than ten minutes, the old man tried to sit up this time. His face was a little pale and there was a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.

He smacked his lips before asking, "Young man, what did you give me to eat?"

"Oh, I don't know either. An old man I met gave it to me before. He said if you have chest pain and can't breathe, eat a few grains. He traded it for food!"

Zhao Qingsong made up a random statement.

The quick-acting heart medicine has a strong smell, and I'm sure I'll get a lot of questions about it.

The old man nodded gently upon hearing this.

"Thank you. Are you from a nearby village? Or do you work for any organization?"

"Oh, I'm from the security department of the steel plant."

They didn't mention their names either.

Then, curiously, he asked, "Sir, what happened? Did your car skid?"

The old man shook his head: "No, I had a heart attack and lost my grip on the steering wheel."

He then asked, "Could you please take me to the hospital, the 301 Hospital? It's not far from here."

"Sure! I'll help you down, and I'll give you a ride on my bike!"

After Zhao Qingsong finished speaking, he helped the old man out of the car. Before leaving, the old man didn't forget to take the documents from the car with him and locked the car.

After finishing my work, I finally came to the bicycle.

Zhao Qingsong helped the other person sit down and opened the backrest legs.

Clang!

Once the wheels touched the ground, Zhao Qingsong looked at the old man to make sure he was alright before starting to ride.

The main road connects to Chang'an Avenue, and this section of the road is a cinder road, so it's not that muddy.

I carefully rode my bike toward my destination.

"Sir! Hold on tight, don't fall!"

"good!"

A weak voice came from behind me.

……

Half an hour later, the car arrived at the hospital, and the person was pushed directly into the hospital.

Half an hour later, the other person had recovered and was no longer walking unsteadily.

"Young man, what's your name? It's not good to keep calling you that."

The old man took out a notebook from his pocket and asked a question.

"Oh, my name is Zhao Qingsong!"

"Okay, we're from the same family, so I'll call you Xiao Zhao. Give this to the nurses, they'll make the arrangements."

Zhao Qingsong looked at the notebook handed to him and went straight to the nurse.

Although I was curious, I didn't open it, after all, it was the other person's privacy.

The nurse took the item, glanced at it, and hurriedly asked, "What happened?"

As she spoke, she went to the old man's side.

Zhao Qingsong naturally explained, "I don't know the specifics, but it was probably a heart attack while driving..."

I gave a brief overview of the situation.

The nurse came over to take a look and hurriedly urged, "Hurry up and take him to the ward. There's a gurney over there; push it over and let him lie down."

"oh!"

Zhao Qingsong agreed, went around looking for a stretcher, found it, and had the old man lie down on it.

Instead of the main building, they took him to a building at the back.

There were military personnel guarding and inspecting the main gate.

Zhao Qingsong was surprised. It seemed that this old man was of a high level!

What puzzled him was that such a person would have a bodyguard if he were in the military, and a driver if he were in a workplace.

How could he drive himself?

I had my doubts, but I didn't ask.

The people at the entrance let the old man and the nurse through, but stopped Zhao Qingsong.

Which organization do you work for?

"Oh, from the steel mill!"

"Please register."

Seeing that the nurse had already pushed the person inside, Zhao Qingsong still took out his ID to register.

The other person glanced at it and handed it back to him, saying, "Go inside."

Sit down and register yourself.

Seeing this, Zhao Qingsong quickly followed him inside.

……

The old man was taken to the ward.

Seeing the old man lying on the bed, the nurse said, "You've looked over here for a bit, I'll go get the doctor."

After saying that, he left.

Zhao Qingsong looked at the separate room.

Single room.

It was clearly a VIP ward, which further confirmed the previous speculation.

The old man lay there and said to him, "Little Zhao, could I do you a favor?"

"What is it? Tell me!"

"Could you call my workplace for me and let them know about this, so they can come and pick up something?"

"Sure! Where should we aim?"

"60328, find someone named Li Xiao, and tell him that Zhao Weiguo is at the 301 Hospital, and ask him to come over."

Upon hearing the number, Zhao Qingsong raised an eyebrow.

These days, when making a phone call, most people give their company name and then their department; very few give their phone number.

However, he still agreed.

"Okay! I'll go right away."

Zhao Qingsong agreed and left the ward.

I went to the nurses' station and explained the situation.

The other party made a call for him.

Zhao Qingsong didn't answer the phone, but only gave the phone number, the old man's name, and Li Xiao's name.

The nurse hung up the phone and said, "Okay, I've notified them. Someone will be here in a bit."

"Okay, thank you."

Zhao Qingsong politely declined and returned to the ward.

The doctor had already arrived and was examining the patient.

After a while, the doctor finished his questions and then asked him, "Young man, what medicine did you give Commander Zhao before? Can I take a look?"

Zhao Qingsong had already guessed it.

She took out a paper package and handed it to him: "This is it!"

The old man opened the paper package, picked up a piece, looked at it, and then smelled it.

"Hmm, Chuanxiong and borneol... have the effects of promoting blood circulation, removing blood stasis, and relieving pain, which are indeed somewhat helpful for angina. Where did you get this medicine?"

"Oh, an old man gave it to me before, in exchange for grain."

"Huh? He traded for grain? Where is he?"

"I don't know, he was just starving, so he traded medicine for food. I felt sorry for him, so I gave him a steamed bun."

Hearing this, the old man was somewhat disappointed.