klisemfg Chapter 550 Save Everyone
Chapter 550 Save Everyone
In the huge system of the Song family, Jiang Shuo is like a shining pearl, cherished by the entire Song family.
His hard-earned life was full of twists and turns and legends. Back then, Jiang Chengyu paid the price of his own life in exchange for this precious little life.
In the past three years, Jiang Chengyu taught Jiang Shuo carefully and personally, and cultivated him into a child with good character and good behavior.
Not long ago, Jiang Shuo, with his extraordinary wisdom, successfully cracked Song Lan's revenge plot hidden behind the scenes.
After that thrilling contest, although Dad Mu Xiaoji and Little Daddy experienced many accidents and dangers, fortunately they all returned safely in the end.
At this moment, the warm sun shines through the window into the ward of Renxin Hospital. Jiang Shuo sits obediently beside the bed, holding a bowl of steaming red bean eight-treasure porridge in his hands.
He stirred it methodically with a spoon, blew away the heat, and then fed it to Mu Xiaoji's mouth.
At this warm moment, a sudden phone call broke the silence in the ward.
Jiang Shuo slid down from the big bed swiftly, walked quickly to the drawer next to him, and opened it skillfully.
The cell phone lay quietly inside, and the four big words "Unknown Number" on the screen kept flashing along with the incoming call ringtone.
Jiang Shuo took out his cell phone, ran to Mu Xiaoji with his short legs, handed the phone over, and said crisply:
"Dad, it's an unknown number. It's probably another harassing call like a promotional advertisement."
Mu Xiaoji picked up the phone, glanced at the screen, and hung up without hesitation, pouting, "How rude! You're interrupting my happy moment for no reason."
A bright smile bloomed on Jiang Shuo's tender little face, and he urged, "Dad, there are only a few bites left. Eat it while it's hot!"
Mu Xiaoji reached out to take the bowl and pretended to be angry: "Here, give it to me! I can eat it myself. My legs and feet are inconvenient, if it weren't for my hands. Humph..."
Mu Xiaoji had just taken the bowl and taken two bites when the shrill phone ring rang again.
While chewing the eight-treasure porridge in his mouth, he looked at his phone in confusion. The unknown number was still displayed on the screen.
Mu Xiaoji finished the remaining eight-treasure porridge in two mouthfuls, put the bowl down, and muttered, "Who could this unknown number be?"
Jiang Shuo reached out to take the empty bowl. Mu Xiaoji picked up the phone and pressed the answer button: "Hello!"
A slightly flustered voice came from the other end of the line: "Hello, is this Mr. Mu Xiaoji, the founder of Renxin Hospital?"
Mu Xiaoji frowned slightly and responded politely: "It's me, who are you?"
“Hello, Mr. Mu, I’m from the prison directly under the Kuncheng South District Discipline and Supervision System.
In the near future, in accordance with regulatory requirements, we will conduct a comprehensive physical examination and testing for prisoners.
I heard that your hospital has a highly skilled medical team and advanced equipment. I wonder if you could come and provide us with services?
You don’t have to worry about the fees; we will definitely give you a generous reward.”
Mu Xiaoji subconsciously looked at Jiang Shuo, and their eyes met, and they understood each other.
They knew that the virus incident in the prison must have broken out. Unable to control the situation, they resorted to this desperate measure, using the guise of a physical examination to try to contain the internal disturbance.
Mu Xiaoji clearly felt that the other party was concealing the truth and lacking sincerity. He carefully chose his words and politely declined, "I'm sorry, our hospital is very busy lately and we really can't spare any manpower."
Aren't Kuncheng Central Hospital and the First People's Hospital nearby? Rather than using distant water to quench your immediate thirst, it would be safer to get water locally!"
The tone on the other end of the phone instantly became anxious, even a little angry:
"Mu, what do you mean? I've already spoken to you humbly, don't be so shameless!"
Mu Xiaoji looked at Jiang Shuo again, and the father and son became more certain that the situation in the prison had reached a point where it could not be delayed.
Mu Xiaoji patiently explained: "I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well at the moment, undergoing treatment, and need to rest. You'd better look for someone else!" After that, he decisively hung up the phone.
Jiang Shuo's face flushed crimson as he complained angrily, "It's urgent, and you're still so arrogant. You don't even look like you're begging for help!
He just said it was a prison physical examination, and didn't even introduce himself. Since it was a physical examination, Kuncheng was so big that they had designated two famous hospitals for him;
Not only did he refuse to accept it, he even spoke rudely. Humph! I don’t think he’s a good person either.”
Mu Xiaoji couldn't help but burst out laughing when he saw his son's indignation and his series of comments.
Jiang Shuo glared at him in dissatisfaction and asked, "What are you laughing at? Am I wrong?"
Mu Xiaoji reached out and touched Jiang Shuo's little head, and patiently explained: "You are right.
The virus situation in the prison is obviously out of control. If they don't deal with it openly, we will intervene rashly.
If the improper handling is exposed in the future, no one will be able to take responsibility. If things go wrong, we may even become scapegoats.
Therefore, we must let them do their work openly and transparently. In addition, we must let them thoroughly investigate the mastermind behind the incident.
Find out whether there is a problem with the prison leadership or whether someone among the inmates is causing trouble."
Mu Xiaoji frowned slightly, his expression serious, and continued, "The nature of this virus experiment is extremely harmful. Fortunately, Song Lan discovered it in Nie Lei in time. If the virus had spread to society, the consequences would have been disastrous."
Jiang Shuo nodded thoughtfully and agreed, "Dad is right. To cure an illness, we must solve the problem at its root. If we only treat the symptoms and not the root cause, and rely on deception to cover it up, the problem will break out again sooner or later."
The warm sunlight shone through the glass of the ward onto the ground. Mu Xiaoji and his son Jiang Shuo were concentrating on discussing the thorny situation of the prison virus incident.
At this moment, the annoying ringtone of the phone rang out again at an inopportune moment. Jiang Shuo's attention was instantly drawn to it. He frowned and looked at the phone and shouted, "Dad, it's that unknown number again!"
Mu Xiaoji's eyes were full of opinions. The scheming father and son stared at their vibrating phones.
The ringing continued to echo in the ward until it gradually died down. The two of them stared at each other, and neither of them reached out to answer the phone.
The camera turns to the meeting room in Kuncheng Prison, where a suffocating atmosphere of tension permeates the air.
Under the bright lights, beside the walnut conference table, there is a white-haired elderly man in a high position. He is the head of the prison - the warden.
He held his forehead with his right hand and sank deeply into the soft sofa, his face full of fatigue and anxiety.
Lei Tingfeng, the deputy warden, had beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, soaking his collar. He stole a glance at the warden, his throat moving, not daring to breathe.
The other leaders of the supervision, education and other departments all had ashen faces, as if shrouded in a layer of haze. They all lowered their heads and did not dare to look the warden in the eye.
The conference room was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly. Everyone was waiting silently for Deputy Warden Lei Tingfeng to deal with the imminent crisis.
Seeing that his call was missed again, Lei Tingfeng's face turned red and white, with anger and helplessness intertwined in his heart.
The warden's eyes, which had been lowered, suddenly flashed with a sharp look. He stood up from the sofa and slammed his hands heavily on the conference table, causing the documents on the table to rustle.
His brows were twisted into the shape of a "川" character, and the wrinkles on his face became more obvious with anger: "Change the number! Where has your usual vigor and decisiveness gone?
Don't you even know basic manners when communicating with others? They are doctors who save lives, not prisoners who can be scolded by you.
"You're asking someone to do something for you, but you don't even have the slightest bit of sincerity. Do you understand sincerity? Look at your lack of ability, what can you accomplish?"
As he spoke, he glared at Lei Tingfeng fiercely, his chest heaving violently.
Lei Tingfeng quickly took out a tissue, wiped the sweat off his face, and responded with a slightly trembling voice: "Oh, I see."
Then he hurriedly took out his cell phone from his pocket and prepared to call again.
In the bathroom, the water was running. Jiang Shuo rinsed the porridge bowl skillfully, wiped it carefully with a rag, and then turned off the water valve neatly.
He took a tissue, wiped his hands, and walked out of the bathroom with brisk steps.
Just then, the phone rang abruptly for the third time. Jiang Shuo walked slowly to the cupboard, gently put down the washed bowl, and his eyes fell on the phone screen, which showed a number from the Kuncheng area.
He thought for a moment, then turned to look at Mu Xiaoji, who was leaning against the pillow with his eyes closed, and suggested, "Dad, let me help you answer it!
If it's still a matter with the prison, as long as they agree to do what we ask, we still need to go there."
Mu Xiaoji looked at his sensible son, his eyes full of satisfaction, and nodded slightly in agreement.
Jiang Shuo got permission and swiped the screen to answer the call: "Hello!"
On the other end of the phone, Lei Tingfeng was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. When he heard a childish voice, he was instantly confused: "Excuse me, is Mr. Mu here?"
Jiang Shuo responded calmly and clearly, "Dad is unwell and is currently in hospital. The doctor has advised him to rest well.
Uncle, if you have anything important to tell me, I will definitely convey it accurately."
Lei Tingfeng was filled with helplessness, his brows twisted into knots, his voice filled with anxiety, suppressing the anger in his heart and said:
"Little boy, uncle's matter is extremely urgent. I must discuss it with your father. Can you let him answer the phone?"
Jiang Shuo pretended to be quiet for a long time. Lei Tingfeng called out anxiously, "Hey, kid, are you listening?"
Jiang Shuo raised his eyebrows slightly and responded calmly, "Okay, but the call time can't be too long.
The doctor said Dad shouldn't handle work matters during his treatment, as it would be detrimental to his recovery. He then carefully handed the phone to Mu Xiaoji.
Lei Tingfeng stood in the prison conference room, the gazes of the surrounding leaders piercing his back. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Forced by the dire situation, he could only helplessly respond, "I understand."
Mu Xiaoji slowly took the phone, coughed a few times due to feeling unwell, and spoke in a somewhat weak voice:
"Hello, hello. I'm very sorry. I'm not feeling well. The doctor told me to get more rest. I just fell asleep."
On the other end of the phone, Lei Tingfeng wiped the sweat from his forehead, forcing a smile on his face, his words full of apology:
"Mr. Mu, I'm so sorry! Just now, because the situation was too urgent, I lost my composure and my words offended you. I hope you can be magnanimous and not hold it against me."
He paused, his voice growing graver. "To be honest, the situation inside the prison is extremely dire. Many inmates have been inexplicably infected, with strange symptoms. We've been investigating for a long time, but haven't yet determined the cause."
At this point, Lei Tingfeng's tone was filled with pleading: "Time is pressing, and every second of delay will increase the danger.
Your hospital's medical team is well-known in Kuncheng, and its professional skills and emergency response capabilities are obvious to all.
I'm really worried that other medical institutions will find it difficult to control the situation in a short period of time, so I ask your team to make the effort to save everyone."