Xu Zhiyuan's face instantly turned pale and he said in a trembling voice, "So serious?!"
If we go by the time Qu Wei said two days ago, Mr. Cen will be able to hold on until tomorrow morning at least.
But now Kou Changjun directly asserts that Mr. Cen may be critically ill at night. This news is like a bolt from the blue!
Qu Wei, who was on the side, also changed his expression and said in surprise, "Old Kou, are you sure?! I also visited Mr. Cen early in the morning, and his physical condition was quite stable at that time!"
"At dawn, Mr. Cen's physical condition was indeed relatively stable!"
Kou Changjun nodded and said urgently, "But just an hour ago, he suddenly became critical... Even if he has an oxygen machine, his breathing... can't keep up..."
"He Jiarong!"
Xu Zhiyuan was furious, turned his head suddenly, pointed at Lin Yu and yelled, "Is this your so-called confidence that you can cure Mr. Cen?!"
"I fucking warned you a long time ago that by the time your observation results come out, Mr. Cen's life may be in danger!"
Everything was indeed as he feared at the beginning. Now that Lin Yu and Qu Wei's observation results have come out, Mr. Cen has officially entered a critical state!
Qu Wei and Kou Changjun also looked at Lin Yu with pale faces, flustered and at a loss for a moment.
"What are you in a hurry for?!"
Lin Yu looked very calm and said to Xu Zhiyuan, "Didn't I just give you a prescription and ask you to send someone to boil the medicine? After drinking the medicine, Mr. Cen's condition has eased!"
"President He, Mr. Cen's situation is very serious!"
Kou Changjun's expression changed and he hurriedly explained, "It may be more than you imagined. Do you want to go over and take a look first?!"
"No need!"
Lin Yu waved his hand very confidently and said, "I just checked Mr. Cen's pulse this morning. He can at least hold on for a while!"
"Didn't you just say that he can at least last until night?"
"As long as you follow my instructions and give him the medicine three times, he will be fine! At least he will be out of danger for the time being!"
As he spoke, he yawned and continued, "I have to catch up on some sleep first!"
In the past two days, he had stayed up late one after another. He had very little sleep, and he couldn't bear it anymore. After saying that, he got up and walked outside the cafeteria.
"Listen! Do you think this is human language?!"
Xu Zhiyuan was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
Elder Cen was struggling on the verge of death, but Lin Yu still had time to catch up on his sleep!
"He Jiarong. I have said something ugly before. If Mr. Cen has any shortcomings, I will let you be buried with him!"
Xu Zhiyuan roared at Lin Yu's back, his eyes were red, and he wanted to eat Lin Yu.
Lin Yu's calm and indifferent attitude completely angered him!
"Secretary Xu, what should we do now?!"
Kou Changjun asked in a deep voice, "Should we follow Chairman He's plan, or should we use Western medicine for rescue?!"
"Can you still save me?!"
Xu Zhiyuan's expression perked up and he asked hurriedly, "What's the success rate?!"
"Less than ten percent!"
Kou Changjun sighed and said helplessly, "It may even hasten Elder Cen's death..."
"Cannot be rescued!"
Qu Wei on the side said categorically, "I strongly recommend following President He's instructions! Give Mr. Cen direct Chinese medicine!"
Xu Zhiyuan raised his head and glanced at him, gritted his teeth, stamped his feet and said, "Okay, just do as he said!"
Then the three of them hurriedly felt the ward where Mr. Cen was.
In the ward, Mr. Cen's face was blue and gray, typical of a dead person, and his breathing was very weak. But suddenly it became extremely violent, and his body was twitching slightly. He seemed to be in an extremely painful situation.
When Xu Zhiyuan saw this scene, he immediately remembered it like an ant on a hot pot, and said anxiously, "What should I do? What should I do? I will get a call from the secretary's office below Mr. Xi later. What should I do..."
During this period, Mr. Xi's secretary office would call on time at nine o'clock every morning to inquire about Mr. Cen's condition. Xu Zhiyuan needed to make detailed and practical reports every day.
While he was talking, his cell phone suddenly rang. It was a call from Secretary Xi's office.
Xu Zhiyuan's face turned pale, but he still answered the phone, agreed a few times, and then said in a trembling voice, "Yes... Mr. Cen's current situation is very... very bad. According to... follow the procedures for a state funeral... do it in advance..."