Me! A high-ranking official!

Zhou Mingyuan turned his head, met Zhao Jianguo's gaze, gritted his teeth, and solemnly said, "Don't worry! I, Zhou Mingyuan, keep my word! Regarding the money, once Xiao Yan is completely out of danger, I will naturally give you a satisfactory explanation!"

Pressing the pressure made me endure another two incredibly long minutes.

Apart from the monotonous mechanical hum, the emergency room was so quiet you could hear everyone breathing. Several pairs of eyes were fixed on the monitor screen, watching the faint wavy lines gradually become clearer and stronger, and the vital signs were rising at a speed that defied medical common sense.

The attending physician, whose Adam's apple bobbed, finally made a decision: "Patient ROSC, shut down the resuscitation machine, and prepare for subsequent supportive treatment."

The nurse next to him quickly cut off the power to the machine and removed the heavy equipment from Zhou Qingyan's chest.

The moment the equipment was removed, everyone's heart leaped into their throats, fearing that the newly restored heartbeat would falter again. However, the waveform on the screen only dropped slightly before stubbornly stabilizing, and even became more and more regular as time went on.

"A miracle... this is truly a miracle in medical history." The attending physician stared at the screen, muttering to himself as if he had seen a ghost. It was simply unbelievable that such a case of massive internal bleeding leading to cardiac arrest for half an hour could be forcibly brought back to life.

Ignoring the doctors' astonishment, Zhou Mingyuan rushed to the bedside, his large hands grasping Zhou Qingyan's cold fingers, his voice trembling: "Xiao Yan? Xiao Yan, can you hear me?"

The person in the hospital bed still had her eyes closed, with only her chest rising and falling slightly as proof that she was still alive.

"If you want her to wake up completely, first send over the money you promised me."

An untimely voice came from behind, interrupting this rare moment of tenderness.

Zhou Mingyuan turned his head, his brows furrowing instantly: "What do you mean?"

Zhao Jianguo, with his hands in his pockets, glanced at the hospital bed and said in a completely calm tone, "What I just fed her was just to keep her alive. Give me the money, and I'll give her the second pill. She'll wake up naturally."

Zhou Mingyuan's expression changed, and he suddenly raised his voice: "My sister is lying here, and you dare to hide the medicine from me?!"

"We're complete strangers, why should I believe your empty promises?" Zhao Jianguo retorted without even lifting his eyelids. "And what makes you think I'd casually hand over something that can snatch people from the jaws of death to a complete stranger for free?"

These words were like a stone, leaving Zhou Mingyuan speechless on the spot.

He had just witnessed the miraculous power of the Great Rejuvenation Pill. A body that had stopped breathing was brought back to life with just one pill. He now had no doubt about the pill's efficacy.

He stared intently at Zhao Jianguo for a few seconds, then finally gritted his teeth and relented, saying, "Fine! You stay here and watch over her, I'll go raise the money right now!"

After saying this, Zhou Mingyuan didn't even have time to clean the blood off his body. He turned around and rushed out of the emergency room. In order to wake up and get his sister out of danger as soon as possible, he could only do his best to raise funds.

Watching that figure disappear outside the door, Zhao Jianguo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

There's no second pill. There's only one Great Rejuvenation Pill worth 500 million. He told this colossal lie purely to control Zhou Mingyuan and force him to hand over the funds he has at his disposal.

The rules of the Treasure Bowl are like a guillotine hanging over his neck. Zhou Mingyuan just handed over his money. He only has a little over 200 million yuan in his hands. If the other party really can't raise the remaining shortfall in a few days, he can get this "down payment", plus the 40 million yuan he has saved in the Treasure Bowl during this period, and the spare money on hand, and barely be able to raise 280 million yuan.

Filling the 300 million hole still leaves nearly half of the 500 million shortfall. This amount of money isn't enough to completely avert disaster, but at least it prevents the system from directly eliminating you. Losing an arm or a leg is better than losing your life.

Thinking of this, he turned his gaze back to Zhou Qingyan on the hospital bed.

That face, which was originally as white as a sheet of paper, now faintly showed a trace of the color of a living person. He sighed inwardly, "I risked my life to save you. If you don't live happily, I'll have failed you."

Time passed by, second by second.

About an hour later, Zhou Qingyan's previously faint breathing began to become clearer and slightly heavier.

Several attending physicians, unable to suppress their curiosity, pushed a mobile ultrasound machine to the bedside for a re-examination. Upon examination, the entire emergency room fell into an eerie silence once again.

"This...how is this possible?"

The doctor operating the ultrasound stared wide-eyed, pointing at the image on the screen, stammering, "The ruptured spleen...it's stopped bleeding? The blood in the abdominal cavity isn't increasing, and there's no sign of the damaged organs worsening!"

What made them even more terrified was that after a consultation, the head of the obstetrics and gynecology department came to an even more outrageous conclusion: the baby, which had shown signs of threatened miscarriage and stillbirth due to the violent impact and maternal shock, had its fetal heartbeat stabilized again!

Several experts in white coats stared at Zhao Jianguo, who was sitting in the corner, as if he were a monster. What kind of magic pill had this young man just fed him? It was one thing to bring a dead person back to life, but he could even save a fetus that was about to miscarry?

Zhao Jianguo ignored these stares and simply leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes to rest.

Until a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the corridor.

Zhou Mingyuan strode in, and the moment he saw Zhao Jianguo, his anxious expression instantly turned ashen. Without a word, he walked up to Zhao Jianguo, took out a black bank card from his suit pocket, and handed it over.

"Here's what you wanted, 236 million, in a Swiss bank anonymous card. The PIN is on the back." Zhou Mingyuan's voice was tense. "I need time to borrow the rest, but I'll definitely make it up to you in the next few days!"

He reached out and took the card, glanced at the string of numbers on the back, and casually stuffed it into his inner pocket.

"Where's the second pill?" Zhou Mingyuan spread his hands, staring intently at him. "Give it to me!"

He patted his pocket and said calmly, "I fed her while you were away."

Zhou Mingyuan was stunned for a moment, then a surge of anger rushed to his head: "You...?!"

"Look at the monitor." Before he could react, he raised his chin, gesturing for him to look towards the hospital bed.

Zhou Mingyuan suppressed his anger and hurriedly turned to look at the screen. Sure enough, the various indicators on the monitor were much stronger and more stable than when he left. The doctor next to the ultrasound machine was also nodding to him, indicating that the patient was completely out of danger.

Seeing this, Zhou Mingyuan's chest heaved violently as he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.