"W-what? Less than a million? Then I'm not treating it! Not treating it! I'd rather die than be treated..."
Aunt Zhang first turned pale with shock, then her eyes went black, and she fainted on the spot.
Liang Jiayi's face lost all color. She frantically grabbed Zhao Dongcheng and pleaded,
"Vice President Zhao, my mom... my mom fainted again. Please, save her quickly. Don't worry, whether I have to sell my house or myself, I'll prepare the money as soon as possible."
Zhao Dongcheng's eyes lit up. He glared at Chen Xiao as if to show off, then sternly ordered,
"Chen Xiao, didn't you hear the patient's family's commitment? Why aren't you arranging for your emergency department staff to send the patient to our oncology department?"
Feng Daxing, Hu Yun, and other doctors and nurses in the emergency department, who had been keeping their heads down and dared not even breathe, were terrified. They scrambled to push Aunt Zhang, who was on the hospital bed, out of the emergency room.
Zhao Dongcheng followed closely. As soon as he stepped out, he impatiently said to Liang Jiayi,
"Dr. Liang, please accompany me to my office."
He had calculated it clearly. As long as Chen Xiao was still around, he would eventually get his hands on the Sheng Sheng Zao Hua Needle. But if he didn't strike while the iron was hot, he would never have a chance to get his hands on a tender young cabbage like Liang Jiayi, who was tall, beautiful, and youthful.
At this moment, Liang Jiayi was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. She had no idea of Zhao Dongcheng's sordid intentions and subconsciously followed him out.
As they reached the doorway, she couldn't help but turn back, her face full of apology, and said to Chen Xiao,
"Dr. Chen, I actually believe you're not a bad person, but Vice President Zhao is a more professional oncology expert. Life is at stake, please forgive me for not daring to gamble with my mother's life. I apologize."
Chen Xiao shrugged indifferently,
"The choice is yours, no need to apologize. But as you said, life is at stake, so allow me to kindly remind you one last time: your mother must not be injected with any more medication within the next two hours, or the consequences will be unimaginable."
Liang Jiayi nodded heavily, tears welling up,
"Thank you."
In Zhao Dongcheng's eyes, Liang Jiayi was already his for the taking. Seeing her reluctant and exchanging glances with Chen Xiao, he felt inexplicably angry. He sneered and mocked,
"Chen Xiao, you truly won't shed tears until you see the coffin. Since you're still putting on a show when the time has come, I'll personally expose your childish lies!"
With that, he barged back into the emergency room and, with a disposable syringe, haphazardly drew a dose of Western medicine to prevent coma, intending to inject it into Aunt Zhang, who was being pushed into the elevator.
"Ah! No—"
Liang Jiayi cried out and instinctively reached out to stop him.
Although she was more inclined to believe the reputable Zhao Dongcheng, Chen Xiao's warning concerned a human life, so how could she not be cautious?
"Get lost!"
Zhao Dongcheng roared in anger. As he pushed Liang Jiayi away, he had already inserted the needle into Aunt Zhang's arm muscle and injected several milliliters of the drug completely.
For a moment, even Jiang Xiuzhu was stunned. Feng Daxing, Hu Yun, and other doctors and nurses were so scared their hands and feet turned cold. They were terrified, and the scene instantly fell into dead silence.
However, several minutes passed, and Aunt Zhang, lying on the mobile bed, remained still by the elevator door. The electrocardiograph monitor at her bedside showed no abnormalities.
"It's... it's okay?"
Liang Jiayi's cold hands and feet gradually regained some warmth, her expression clearly showing the lingering shock of surviving a disaster.
Zhao Dongcheng burst into laughter and, turning back to mock Chen Xiao, who was watching coldly, said,
"Chen, did you see that? I've proven with facts that you were lying! You can't inject any other medication within two hours after injecting glucose? That's sheer alarmism and the nonsense of an ignorant fool! Ptooey! Hahaha..."
Saying that, he personally pushed Aunt Zhang on the mobile bed into the elevator with a fierce expression, then sternly threatened Liang Jiayi,
"Are the patient's family members still chatting? Don't blame me for not reminding you. If further delays cause a death, it won't be my responsibility!"
Liang Jiayi's hope in Chen Xiao was completely shattered. Without further hesitation, she hurried into the elevator and pleaded,
"Vice President Zhao, please don't be angry. I'll go and sell everything I own to gather the medical fees. I guarantee not a single cent will be missing."
In the stuffy, narrow elevator, Zhao Dongcheng, unfazed by the presence of Feng Daxing, Hu Yun, and other doctors and nurses, lewdly leaned into the youthful Liang Jiayi, his words explicit,
"Dr. Liang, why don't you come to my office first? There's no rush about the money."
As he spoke, he suddenly reached for Liang Jiayi's slender waist, which was easy to hold.
But before his fingertips could even touch Liang Jiayi's clothes, the electrocardiograph monitor suddenly let out a piercing alarm:
"Beep beep beep—Beep beep beep—"
Feng Daxing was the first to react. He was suddenly shocked to see that the electrocardiograph monitor indicated that Aunt Zhang's vital signs had suddenly become a straight line. He let out a ghostly cry,
"Ah! How... how did she suddenly become critically ill? Could it be... could it be that you really can't inject other medicine within two hours after injecting glucose?"