I run a hotel in Huangshan

Chapter 82 Thrilling
Around noon, Liu Bowen called and asked her where Lu Siqing's team was currently. After Han Qingyue told him the specific location, there was silence on the other end of the phone.

"What's wrong with you? Why aren't you talking? Why did you suddenly remember to ask where Lu Siqing went?" Han Qingyue's heart was hanging.

After hearing Han Qingyue's answer, Liu Bowen's heart sank. He tried hard to organize his words and tried not to make the matter sound too serious.

"Boss, did you watch the news this morning? Several volunteers in Village F have lost contact. But I think they're all right. Maybe their phones are out of battery, or maybe Mr. Lu isn't here."

Han Qingyue smiled helplessly. Liu Bowen, like her, was used to comforting people in the most lousy ways. She didn't believe that several volunteers' phones could run out of battery at the same time.

Han Qingyue didn't want to talk to Liu Bowen anymore, so she hung up the phone. She opened the news app and read the news online.

There was still no news about Lu Siqing. Han Qingyue even thought that if there was no news, she would go to the disaster area and find out how he was doing.

Qin Wendong couldn't contact Lu Siqing either. He was worried about his sister, so he took the opportunity to go to her house to accompany her while he was in Huangshan on business.

He had just entered the house and had not had time to talk to his sister when there was another knock on the door. Han Qingyue went to open the door and saw that it was Lu Wentao and Gao Huifang. Han Qingyue was surprised. She did not expect them to come to see her.

"Qingyue, I'm sorry to bother you. We thought Siqing would go back to Huangshan first when he comes back, so we came here to wait for him. His brother is on a business trip in Shanghai, and we didn't tell him because we were afraid he would worry." Lu Wentao explained without waiting for Han Qingyue to say anything.

"It's okay, uncle and aunt, please come in. Let's wait for news from Siqing together!" Han Qingyue greeted them with a smile.

After they finished talking, Qin Wendong pulled Han Qingyue aside and whispered, "Xiaoyue, I have a classmate who's also doing the rescue work over there. I heard from him that a volunteer team encountered a landslide on their way from F County to the mountains. Fortunately, the driver reacted quickly and avoided a huge rock, but the car was still hit by some debris, and several volunteers were injured. I just don't know if Siqing was among them."

"The last time Siqing contacted me, he said he was in F County. I'm afraid..." Han Qingyue's heart was pounding and she was extremely panicked.

"Wendong, is Siqing in trouble?"

They were so focused on what they were saying that they didn't notice that Lu Wentao had come over and heard it.

"Uncle, it's okay. We were just talking about the disaster area." Qin Wendong covered his face.

"I heard it, Siqing is in Village F..." As Lu Wentao spoke, he covered his chest and his expression became distorted.

"Uncle Lu!" Han Qingyue exclaimed. She remembered Lu Siqing saying that his father had a bad heart.

Gao Huifang came over from the living room upon hearing the noise. She knew her husband was having a seizure, so she quickly found a heart pill in her bag and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Aunt, my uncle is having a heart attack, should I call 120?" Qin Wendong asked.

Gao Huifang carefully observed her husband's condition and responded, "Go ahead, Wendong. Your uncle isn't well. This heart pill may not be effective!"

Qin Wendong hurriedly took out his cell phone and dialed the 120 emergency number with trembling hands.

Recalling her father's previous illness, Han Qingyue was extremely worried about Lu Wentao. Fortunately, the 120 ambulance arrived quickly, and Lu Wentao was carried onto the stretcher and loaded into the ambulance, with Gao Huifang following suit.

Qin Wendong drove behind the ambulance, and they arrived at the hospital almost at the same time as the ambulance.

After being admitted to the hospital, Lu Wentao was pushed into the emergency room.

According to Gao Huifang, this was not the first time Lu Wentao had an attack, but this time the attack was sudden and seemed more serious than the last time.

At the door of the emergency room, everyone waited nervously. More than two hours later, the lights in the emergency room went out and a doctor came out, taking off his mask and looking solemn.

"Who are the patient's family members?" asked the doctor.

"It's me!" Gao Huifang stepped forward. Han Qingyue and Qin Wendong followed her. With Han Qingyue around, Gao Huifang felt more at ease, like she had a backbone.

"The patient survived, but his condition is very serious and his life is in danger at any time. He needs to be admitted to the intensive care unit."

Following the doctor's words, they breathed a sigh of relief, then tensed up again. Although Lu Wentao had been resuscitated, he had to be admitted to the intensive care unit. The danger was still there, and they couldn't help but worry.

"Okay, doctor, I'll listen to you. As long as he can get better, anything is fine!" Gao Huifang was a little overwhelmed with emotion.

Soon, Lu Wentao was wheeled out and escorted into the intensive care unit. As the door closed, everyone's hearts sank.

"I'll make another call to see if I can contact Siqing!" In this situation, Han Qingyue felt that Lu Siqing's appearance would be most helpful to Lu Wentao's recovery.

"Try again!" Gao Huifang said weakly.

Han Qingyue walked aside and dialed a number, but Lu Siqing's phone was still turned off. Helplessly, she could only wait for him to contact them.

That night, everyone's heart was overshadowed by Lu Wentao's sudden illness.

With her husband in the ICU and her son's life or death uncertain, Gao Huifang couldn't bear the shock and cried several times. Han Qingyue tried to calm her down, but her heart was still hanging.

The doctor said these few hours were crucial to see if Lu Wentao could make it. The fact that Lu Wentao was able to be rescued was already a miracle, and they all hoped for another miracle.

Han Qingyue stood in front of the window in the corridor, praying silently outside. At this moment, she hoped to hear the news that Lu Siqing was safe and sound.

They all sat on chairs in the hallway. The agonizing hours slowly slipped by. When the first rays of morning light streamed through the corridor windows, the doctor brought them good news.

Lu Wentao's various indicators are returning to normal, and he may wake up soon.

Hearing this news, Gao Huifang, who had been tense for a long time, finally relaxed and fell backwards. Qin Wendong and Han Qingyue happened to be behind her and quickly supported her.

Han Qingyue was so excited that she wanted to cry. She thought that perhaps it was the unextinguishable faith in his heart that supported Lu Wentao to defeat the disease.

"Let's observe him for a while. If he's okay, he can be transferred to the general ward and you can see him then." The doctor comforted everyone.

The doctor in charge of the rescue was named Wang Hao, and he had known Lu Wentao for a few years. In the past few years, Lu Wentao donated medical equipment to the hospital and also sponsored several children with congenital heart disease.

He respected his character and tried his best to rescue Lu Wentao, sincerely hoping that he would get better.

"Thank you, doctor!" Han Qingyue took the lead in saying. Gao Huifang and Qin Wendong also expressed their gratitude in unison.

Wang Hao was deeply moved by the scene before him. He smiled and said, "Don't thank me. I'm a doctor, and it's my duty to treat patients. I can sense that Mr. Lu is very strong and has a strong desire to survive. He must be thinking of you all, so he's cooperating with us."

After hearing what Dr. Wang Hao said, everyone smiled with relief.

Around noon, Lu Wentao woke up amidst everyone's anticipation. He said he seemed to have had a very long dream, in which his wife, son, Han Qingyue, and Qin Wendong were all calling him, and then he woke up.

Gao Huifang was still haunted by Lu Wentao's survival. Fortunately, he survived.

At night, Han Qingyue received a strange phone call. When the call was connected, Lu Sicheng's voice came through, very low and a little hoarse.

(End of this chapter)