Xu Zhiyuan's face turned pale in an instant, and he said in a trembling voice, "So serious?!"
If we follow the time Qu Wei said two days ago, Mr. Cen can at least last until tomorrow morning.
But now Kou Changjun directly asserted that Mr. Cen may be critically ill at night, and this news is like a bolt from the blue!
Qu Wei's face changed and he said in surprise, "Old Kou, are you sure?! I went to see Mr. Cen early in the morning. 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 anxiously, "But just an hour ago, I suddenly became critical... Even if I had an oxygen machine, I couldn't keep up with my breathing..."
"He Jiarong!"
Xu Zhiyuan was furious, turned his head suddenly, pointed at Lin Yu and scolded, "This is what you call confidence that can cure Mr. Cen?!"
"I've already warned you that after your observation results come out, Mr. Cen may have lost his life!"
Everything was indeed the same as he was worried at the beginning. Now the observation results of Lin Yu and Qu Wei have come out, and Mr. Cen has officially entered a critically ill state!
Qu Wei and Kou Changjun also looked at Lin Yu with a dizzy expression, with a panic expression and a little at a loss for a moment.
"What are you anxious about?!"
Lin Yu looked very calm and said to Xu Zhiyuan. "Didn't I give you a prescription just now and ask you to send someone to decoct medicine? After drinking the medicine, Mr. Cen's condition will ease!"
"President He, Mr. Cen's condition is very serious!"
Kou Changjun's face changed and he hurriedly explained. "Maybe it exceeded your imagination. Do you want to go over and take a look first?"
"No need!"
Lin Yu waved his hand confidently and said, "I just took Old Cen's pulse this morning, and he can at least last a while!"
"Didn't you say it just now? He can at least last until evening!"
"As long as I say, give him three times of medicine, it will be fine! At least I can escape from danger for the time being!"
He said that, he yawned and continued, "I have to go and make up for it!"
He has been staying up all night for the past two days. He has little sleep time and can't stand it anymore. After saying that, he got up and walked out of the cafeteria.
"Listen! Do you hear that this is human words?!"
Xu Zhiyuan was so angry that he was almost vomiting blood.
Mr. Cen was struggling on the verge of death at this time, and Lin Yu actually had the leisure to make up for his sleep!
"He Jiarong. I'm ugly. If Mr. Cen has a few shortcomings, I'll let you bury him with me!"
Xu Zhiyuan roared at Lin Yu's back, his eyes red, and he wished he could eat Lin Yu.
Lin Yu's calm attitude completely angered him!
"Secretary Xu, what should we do now?"
Kou Changjun asked in a deep voice. "Whether should we follow President He's plan, or should we use Western medicine to rescue us?"
"Can you still rescue me?"
Xu Zhiyuan looked excited and asked hurriedly, "What is the success rate?"
"Less than ten percent!"
Kou Changjun sighed and said helplessly, "Even, it may accelerate Mr. Cen's death..."
"Can't be rescued!"
Qu Wei, who was standing beside him, said firmly, "I strongly recommend following what President He told me! Give Mr. Cen a Chinese medicine directly!"
Xu Zhiyuan looked up at him, gritted his teeth, and stomped his feet. "Okay, just do what he said!"
Then the three of them hurriedly felt the ward where Mr. Cen was located.
I saw that Old Cen's face in the ward was gray, with a typical dead face, and his breathing was very weak. But suddenly it became extremely violent, and his body twitched slightly. It seemed that he was in an extremely painful situation.
When Xu Zhiyuan saw this scene, he remembered it as if an ant on a hot pan and said anxiously. "What should I do? What should I do? I'll call the secretary's office below him later. What should I do..."
During this period, Mr. Xi’s secretary’s office would call on time at 9 o’clock every morning to ask about Mr. Cen’s condition, and Xu Zhiyuan needed to make detailed and practical reports every day.
Just as he was muttering, his cell phone suddenly rang, it was the phone 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 tremblingly, "Yes... Mr. Cen's current situation is very... very bad. Follow... to do it in advance according to the process of state funeral...