I listened to my sister's words today.

Jiang Ling had just stepped into the house and hadn't even had time to take off her coat when her cell phone rang shrilly.

A series of prompt messages flashed on the screen: "Heart rate is too low, vital signs are abnormal!"

He froze for a moment, his fingertips trembling as he swiped the screen. A crucial notification pierced his eyes—the little one's location showed he was in the hospital!

My heartbeat suddenly stopped and I immediately felt my throat tighten, as if an invisible hand was strangling my breath.

Actions are faster than thoughts.

While quickly dialing Luo's mother's number, he took out another phone from his pocket and hurriedly edited a message: "Stop the rescue immediately! Do not use any drugs!"

The phone rang three times before it was finally connected. Luo's mother's voice was trembling uncontrollably: "But...but if the child is not rescued...!"

"Listen to me!" Jiang Ling took a deep breath and forced herself to suppress her emotions. Her tone slowed down slightly, but it still carried an unquestionable determination.

He asked clearly, "What's the situation now?"

Luo's mother on the other end of the phone replied in a panic: "Just now...just now the child covered his head with his hands, had a lot of nose bleeding, and couldn't breathe...We used the asthma medicine you put in the bag."

"But then the situation got worse, so I used...used that dangerous potion!"

Jiang Ling's fists suddenly clenched, and his knuckles turned bluish-white.

He closed his eyes, tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, and said steadily: "Okay, I understand."

"Stop the rescue immediately! I'll be there in twenty minutes! No more injections or medications allowed!"

The moment he hung up the phone, he rushed towards the laboratory with quick and powerful steps.

He pushed open the door, grabbed an empty cardboard box, and without thinking, stuffed dozens of medicines, syringes, and related equipment into it.

The crisp sound of the medicine bottles colliding echoed in the quiet laboratory, like a death knell.

“Time, time!”

Jiang Ling packed up quickly, muttering to herself, cold sweat already oozing out of her forehead.

Various possibilities kept swirling in his mind. The little guy's special physique made it impossible for him to receive emergency treatment like ordinary patients. If the wrong medicine was used...

When he rushed out of the laboratory carrying the cardboard box full of medicine, the manor's helicopter had already landed on the lawn.

The huge rotor stirred up the cold wind, making his clothes rustle.

Several medical staff stood beside the plane with serious expressions, as if they also realized the urgency of the situation.

Jiang Ling didn't say anything extra. She stepped onto the helicopter with her long legs and handed the medicine box to the medical staff in the cabin.

He instructed in a cold voice: "All equipment is turned on and ready. No mistakes are allowed on the road!"

The moment the helicopter took off, he looked out the window at the manor flying away at his feet, his fists clenched tighter and tighter.

"Hold on..."

He whispered it, as if it was a promise to the little one, but more like a motivation to himself.

At this moment, Yiruo lay quietly on the hospital bed, her face as pale as paper. Luo's mother stayed by her bedside, gently holding her hand, tears silently falling.

Father Yun stood by the window, looking at the dark night, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

The helicopter cut through the night sky and sped towards the hospital.

Inside the cabin, the medical staff were fully armed, and the flashing lights on the instruments were beating in sync with Jiang Ling's tense nerves.

His eyes were fixed on the medicine box, as if what was inside was not medicine, but his only hope.

"How long?" There was an imperceptible tremor in his tone.

"Master, at the current speed, it will take seventeen minutes." The captain replied.

"too slow!"

The captain nodded slightly, and the speed of the helicopter suddenly increased, and the roar of the propeller became more deafening.

Jiang Ling closed her eyes, her mind full of the little guy's face. She didn't understand why things turned out like this just because the little guy left her for one day?

All this was like a knife engraved on her heart.

My fingers unconsciously touched a photo in my pocket, which was taken in the garden a few days ago.

With a sweet smile on his face, he was holding the plush bear she gave him.

"Thirteen minutes left." The captain's voice sounded again.

At the same time, inside the hospital.

Luo's mother's tears had wet her handkerchief. She stroked Ruoyi's forehead again and again, feeling her body temperature getting lower and lower, and her heart felt like it was being pricked by needles.

The doctor tried to move forward several times to continue the rescue, but she desperately blocked him.

"No! You can't use medicine! Mr. Jiang said that no more injections are allowed!" Luo's mother's voice trembled, but with a rare firmness.

"But if we delay any longer, the child's life may be in danger..." The attending doctor's face was filled with anxiety. Before he could finish his words, he was coldly interrupted by Yun's father at the window.

"Shut up." Father Yun turned around, his eyes sharp as a blade.

The doctor was stunned and fell silent, cold sweat oozing from his forehead. He had already vaguely guessed that this child was no ordinary person.

Ruoyi's chest rose and fell slightly. Although she was still breathing, every breath was like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

His hands trembled slightly, his fingertips clutched Luo Mu's sleeves, his lips slightly opened, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

"Ruoruo, Ruoruo..." Luo's mother choked with sobs, "Don't be afraid, Auntie is here, Sister Jiang will be here soon!"

In the darkness, the roar of helicopters gradually approached.

A huge sound of wind came from the hospital rooftop, the rotors stirred the night wind, and the lights tore through the darkness.

Jiang Ling stepped off the helicopter and rushed to the elevator with the medicine box, followed closely by medical staff.

There was no trace of blood on his face, only the cold light in his eyes was piercingly cold.

The moment the elevator door opened, I almost rushed out.

The doctors and nurses in the corridor stepped aside to make way for him when they saw him. No one dared to say anything and could only send him farewell with complicated glances.

Pushing open the door of the ward, Jiang Ling's eyes quickly swept over the little guy on the bed.

His face was pale, his lips were slightly purple, and his chest was heaving very weakly. His heart sank, but without a moment's hesitation, he placed the medicine box on the table beside the bed and began to work quickly with his hands.

"Stand back." He said coldly.

"But..." Luo's mother was about to speak, but was shut up by Jiang Ling's cold look.

He stood up tremblingly and stepped aside.

Jiang Ling pulled out a potion, and his movements were so fast that it was almost impossible to see.

He adjusted the instrument, inserted the needle precisely into Ruoyi's vein, and quickly mixed several other medicines at the same time, all in one go, without a trace of hesitation.

"Her blood can't handle the overload, and her heart has to relieve the pressure."

Jiang Ling began to assign tasks to the medical staff around her.

"Mr. Jiang..." Luo's mother looked at her back, and the tears in her eyes burst out again.

One minute, two minutes, ten minutes...

Time seems to be stretched infinitely.

As the last dose of medicine was injected, Ruoyi's expression finally showed a slight change. His lips, which had been slightly purple, gradually regained their color, and the rise and fall of his chest also stabilized slightly.

"The heart rate has returned to normal..." The numbers on the monitoring device gradually stabilized, and the medical staff almost breathed a sigh of relief.