Chapter 1: The Office's Unspoken Rules...
"Alright." Mrs. Yang thought for a moment and looked at her son before answering.
"Thank you." Su Xiaomei smiled sweetly at the young noble, who also returned her a smile.
It's clear that they have a mutual affection for each other, and now even the onlookers think they're a perfect match.
A group of people finally agreed to board an ambulance for examination.
Yang Zongbao stood by, observing Director Mao's expression. It was clear that Director Mao was very displeased with the young master's overt and covert flattery. Saying what a difference in technology, really thinking he is the crown prince.
The director got on the bus in big strides, but Yang Zongbao stood under the bus and didn't follow.
"Master, what's wrong?" Because there were more people in the car, Zhou Yi also stood under the car.
"There's nothing." Can't see Yang Zongbao's expression behind the mask.
Yang Zongbao is now in a particularly complicated mood, never expecting to see her again under such circumstances after nearly 10 years. He will never forget Yang's wife's face for the rest of his life. Behind her gentle and obedient face hides the most vicious mouth.
"You're here." Yang Jing didn't know why a person got off the bus and walked in front of Yang Zongbao.
Because Yang Zongbao changed his position and walked to the front of the ambulance, a crowd of people surrounded the rear of the car, which made Yang Zongbao feel crowded.
"Hmm." Yang Zongbao looked at Yang Jing in front of him, waiting for her to continue.
"That, last time..." Yang Jing's words trailed off, but Yang Zongbao already knew what she meant.
"Nothing happened, but you know today." Yang Zongbao knew that Yang Jing would definitely find out his true identity.
"Don't worry, I won't tell them you're here," said Yang Jing and then followed the queen's footsteps.
"Master, Huaxing's daughter, how do you know her?" Zhou Yi had some impression of the faces in the upper echelons due to his family background. Moreover, Huaxing's two children have been exposed a lot in the circle recently, and they seem to be taking over.
"You're so annoying, I met you in the hospital." Yang Zongbao reached out and patted Zhou Yi's head, who dodged desperately.
Just as the two were fighting, a row of black sedans drove in one after another and stopped in front of the ambulance.
The driver got out of the first car, opened the door, and a man in his 50s came down from the car. The suit couldn't hide the explosive power hidden under his clothes, and the whole person was like a fierce tiger coming down the mountain, very invasive. He was not tall, about 170 cm, with hair like old pine needles, showing the owner's unruliness.
Such a man, no matter where he walks, is a fierce tiger out of the cage, and cannot be underestimated. His extraordinary presence is just the opposite of Yang Zongbao's. It was only then that Yang Zongbao realized that the gap between him and this man was not just one or two stars. Looking from afar, he didn't even have the courage to step forward. With a fierce gaze, what he thought was his reliable little savings turned out to be a trivial performance like a clown. Thinking of this, Yang Zongbao clenched his fists on both sides of his body.
The man stopped moving after getting off the car.
Yang Jing happily rushed out and automatically held onto the man's arm. Tian Tian called out: "Dad."
The man nodded, his face expressionless.
Mrs. Yang also came out and said kindly to her daughter: "Yang Jing, don't be naughty, this is a public place, no discipline."
The young master also got off the car and stood aside saying: "Director Yang."
The young master in the car didn't seem to notice and directly said: "Get on, who called the ambulance?" His tone had a hint of blame.
"Ah, it's the airport staff calling." Mrs. Yang immediately clarified her position.
"Too much trouble." The man scolded: "Let's go." After finishing speaking, he was about to get on the car.
"Be careful."
Zhou Yi suddenly pulled Yang Zongbao down into a crouch.
Yang Zongbao reacted too late and could only crouch down on the spot.
A massive empty shell A380 suddenly veered off course and crashed directly into the terminal building.
A huge roar was followed by a rain of tempered glass shards. Although the tempered glass shattered into small pieces, those falling from the terminal building were still very powerful. Despite Yang Zongbao covering his head with his hands, he couldn't avoid being cut by the glass fragments.
A shrill cry suddenly filled Yang Zongbao's ears, and he was instantly thrown into confusion.
A pungent and irritating smell permeates the entire air.
After the plane stopped, Yang Zongbao stood up. It was a close call earlier. The plane had directly pushed the ambulance parked on one side to the other side. In the end, it was squeezed and crushed against the wall of the waiting room, deformed.
The scene was all gray and hazy.
"Master, I'm fine, I survived the disaster." Zhou Yi followed Yang Zongbao to stand up and licked his wounded hand.
"Is there anyone on the bus?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"No, I remember all the people who accompanied Hua Xing came out." Zhou Yi recalled.
"It's better if there isn't."
"We're fine, but someone's in trouble." Zhou Yi said, pointing behind him.
Yang Zongbao looked down and found a group of people hiding in a flustered manner, fortunately no one was injured. But it's hard to say for the people on this plane. Yang Zongbao raised his head and looked at the plane above him with worry.
The rest of the matter, Yang Zongbao had no way to intervene, he was not Superman, and could not fly into the plane to rescue people out of thin air, nor did he know what was going on inside.
"Xiao Yang come over."
Yang Zongbao turned his head and found that the director was calling him, so he ran over in a hurry.
"Are you okay?"
Yang Zongbao was just scratched on his face and hands, fortunately, he didn't suffer any serious injuries.
"Doctor, hurry up, there's someone over there who can't make it." Ground crew manager Li rushed over and pulled the director to run.
Yang Zongbao and Zhou Yi followed behind, Yang Zongbao didn't know if it was his own illusion, but he felt that the man had glanced at him. This thought flashed by.
Finally arrived at the scene.
A boy was pinned down by a capsized gangway, with his lower body crushed. The boy had already fainted and a pool of blood under him had stained the ground red.
Yang Zongbao hastily stopped in his tracks and ran back and forth.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Yi didn't understand what was going on, but Yang Zongbao ran, so he ran too.
Yang Zongbao didn't answer, and directly ran to the flattened ambulance with a gust of wind, using his elbow to hit the already broken glass window several times, and immediately crawled in.
The car was severely deformed, but Yang Zongbao remembered the location of the first-aid kit when he got on. Fortunately, it wasn't stuck, and he easily took it out. He first threw the first-aid kit out of the window and then returned by the original route.
As soon as he landed, Zhou Yi rushed over and grabbed the first-aid box, shouting: "Oil leak, run quickly."
Yang Zongbao didn't even look back as he jumped off the car and took off running. The two of them stumbled and staggered, sprinting wildly along the way.
A loud bang.
The scorching blast from the exploding car sent Yang Zongbao and Zhou Yi tumbling forward, with the first-aid box rolling out.
Yang Zongbao got up to pick up the first-aid box when two legs appeared in front of him. Yang Zongbao looked up and saw that it was him. Without making a sound, he picked up the first-aid box and ran out, bypassing the person.
The director over there has already bandaged the child's wound and stopped the bleeding, but it may have hit an artery, and the blood is still gushing out.
"What about the things?" The director didn't waste any words and directly asked Yang Zongbao for the surgical instruments.
"Here." Yang Zongbao opened the first-aid box and handed it over to the director.
The boy was unresponsive and looked lifeless.
The director took out the needle and thread, and performed sutures. The boy was unconscious, his face as white as paper. Yang Zongbao knelt beside him, occasionally helping the director pass instruments, but otherwise had no good ideas.
"Has the ambulance arrived?" Zhou Yi also sensed that something was wrong and shouted at ground crew manager Li.
"It's already on its way." Manager Li didn't know what he was angry about, but the boy lying on the ground looked miserable, and he couldn't bear to look at him.
The boy's condition was unbearable for ordinary people, but Yang Zongbao somehow knew that the lively life under his hands was disappearing. The child's body was getting colder and colder, and the vitality was slowly disappearing. Some say doctors are the closest to death profession, Yang Zongbao thought it was absolutely right now he could almost feel the god of death approaching, the air around him seemed to thicken, filled with a sense of sorrow.
When the director fell to the last needle, the child was completely lifeless, and even the blood under his body had dried up. The late ambulance had stopped on one side, and the nurse on the car quickly brought a stretcher over...
"Zong Bao, now you know what kind of profession a doctor is?" The director stood up and asked with an expressionless face.
"I know." Yang Zongbao looked at the helicopter that had been parked beside the group of people and said, "Of course I know, I've known for a long time."
Zhou Yi rarely had a serious expression, staring blankly at the pool of fresh blood on the ground. The boy's body had already been taken away by the ambulance.
Yang Zongbao knew that today might be Zhou Yi's first time facing death so closely, watching a person from life to death. Not everyone can get over this hurdle. As a doctor, it is a necessary process. Once you've been through it, you'll be able to face death calmly. Of course, it's not something that can be achieved in one go, and more experiences with death are needed to cultivate the most basic quality of a doctor - treating every person's death fairly.
"Yang Zongbao?" Unexpectedly, the man who rarely spoke came over and blocked Yang Zongbao.
Yang Zongbao could barely look straight into the man's eyes, feeling no particular emotion, only that he and he were nothing alike.
"Now that you're back, go home and take a look."
Yang Zongbao did not know what the man meant, so he did not answer.
"Old Yang, aren't you leaving yet?" Mrs. Yang walked over with a poised demeanor, admirable for her to remain elegant in such chaotic circumstances.
"Is this that child?" Mrs. Yang seemed somewhat artificial, as if she had suddenly discovered the existence of Yang Zongbao, slightly surprised.
"Uh-huh, you arrange it, bring him back home and let his mother take a look." The man said, without asking Yang Zongbao's opinion, as if it was a matter of course, and walked towards the helicopter.
"You must be Zong Bao, what a great name. I'll arrange for you to come over and sit at home in a few days." The woman said as she caught up with the man.
Looking at their family of four, Yang Zongbao felt extremely dazzling.
"Master, what's wrong?" Even Zhou Yi, whose nerves were as thick as a hemp rope, sensed the interaction between Yang Zongbao and the high-level officials of Hua Xing.
"Nothing much, just watching an 8 pm TV series."
Yang Zongbao is now in a very bad mood, but when others slap you in the face, you can only endure it if you have no ability to fight back.
"Hello, this is given by our women, let you buy two good clothes." Suddenly, a staff-like person ran out from the crowd, holding a stack of cash and handed it to Yang Zongbao.
Yang Zongbao accepted without hesitation and counted out 2,000 yuan.
"Is this driving away a beggar?" Zhou Yi said with disdain on his face.
"It's already good that someone gave it to you, and you got so much money for nothing. It's just right to have a big dinner tonight." Yang Zongbao casually stuffed the money into his pocket.
