Reborn as Zhao Ruilong of Handong, I will defy fate.

"What? Critically ill?"

Dou Angui could hardly believe his ears.

Suddenly, he jumped up from the bench and grabbed the doctor by the collar.

"what happened?"

"When my dad was brought in, he only had a fever and diarrhea!"

"How come after two days of treatment, my father's condition has become critical?"

"Old Dou!!!"

Hao Juan shouted and quickly grabbed her husband Dou Angui's hand.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

"Let go! Let go!"

"I told you to let go of my hand!"

Dou Angui angrily let go of his hand.

He even took a step back, pulled by his wife Hao Juan.

However, his eyes remained fixed on the doctor with a fierce glare.

He once held a high position, serving as the Director of the Machinery Industry Administration.

This outburst of anger naturally exuded an air of officialdom and overflowed with authority.

Do you know who my father is?

Do you know how many military exploits he has earned?

"If something happens to him, your entire hospital can't afford the consequences!"

Dou Angui was aggressive, his eyes wide with anger.

This made his wife, Hao Juan, so anxious that she stomped her feet.

"Old Dou, why are you saying all this?"

Do you think they don't want to cure Dad?

"Can we hear what's going on first?"

After shouting and asking three questions in quick succession, Hao Juan looked at the doctor with tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, my husband was too emotional just now and offended you!"

"What's my dad's condition now? Why is his condition continuing to deteriorate, and why was a critical condition notice suddenly issued?"

The doctor pulled up the mask on his face.

"We are still unclear about the cause of the illness, but the old man has suffered damage to multiple organs, and his respiratory tract and lungs are severely inflamed. We are doing our best to save him..."

Just as Dou Angui was about to speak, Hao Juan raised her hand to cover his mouth.

After the doctor finished speaking, Hao Juan immediately took the critical condition notice.

"Sign it! Sign it now!"

"Sign what? They've turned my dad's minor ailment into a critical condition, I..."

"Shut up! Don't you know what's going on? Do you think the hospital is trying to harm Dad? Don't they want to cure the old man?"

"Then why? Why did it suddenly turn out like this when everything was fine?"

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? Just sign it already!"

After yelling, Hao Juan suddenly felt a little dazed.

I raised my hand and touched my forehead; it was burning hot.

"Sign it! Sign it! I... I think I have a fever too!"

Hao Juan sat down weakly, panting heavily.

Seeing this, Dou Angui dared not cause any more trouble.

He hurriedly squatted down and signed the critical condition notice.

"You absolutely must save my dad!"

"He was a veteran general who made outstanding contributions to the country and the people!"

The doctor nodded and hurriedly left.

Dou Angui originally wanted to follow her into the intensive care unit, but was stopped by the nurses.

At this moment, he was extremely worried.

If the old man dies despite all efforts to save him, the Dou family will lose a major supporter.

Without this powerful backer, his son's career will probably not be as smooth as before.

Upon thinking of his son, Dou Jiansheng, Dou Angui hurriedly turned around and rushed back.

"What's the current situation with Xiao Sheng?"

"He's in the hospital room, how would I know how he is now?"

After asking a question in return, Hao Juan complained with a pained expression:

"Can you please stop making such a fuss?"

"Quickly get me a thermometer to take my temperature; I think I have a fever too!"

Dou Angui was taken aback.

"What...what the hell is going on? You have a fever too?"

As Dou Angui spoke, he peeled off the fever-reducing patch from his own head and was about to put it on his wife.

"Hey, you can keep it on for now. Go find me a thermometer, or if you don't have one, a blanket or something will do. I feel really cold all over."

"Okay, okay, I'll go look for it right now!"

Hao Juan gave a soft "hmm" and then curled up and sat on the bench.

Thinking about how quickly his father's condition deteriorated, and then thinking about how his son was also bedridden.

Now my husband and I have also developed fevers...

Hao Juan, who once served as a director at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, may not be knowledgeable in medicine, but she is certainly intelligent enough.

She felt that her whole family must have contracted some kind of infectious disease.

Moreover, his son, Dou Jiansheng, is very likely the source of the infection.

He was the first to develop symptoms like a cold, with fever and dry cough, and the cold medicine didn't help.

After the infection spread to family members, the father, being old and frail with multiple underlying health conditions, experienced a short incubation period and his condition deteriorated rapidly.

Since she and her husband had only been retired for a few years and regularly exercised through activities like dancing and boxing, their incubation period was relatively long.

"If it really is an infectious disease, then someone in Zeng Weili's family must have been infected too!"

"Especially Zeng Weili, she often goes on dates with Xiao Sheng, and she was already coughing badly when they ate together on weekends..."

Thinking about this, Hao Juan couldn't sit still.

The son has already fallen ill and been hospitalized. How long can the future daughter-in-law hold on?

Hao Juan took out her phone and quickly called Zeng Weili.

I waited quite a while before the call was answered.

“Xiao Li, I’m Aunt Hao Juan, you…”

Before he could finish speaking, a violent coughing sound was heard.

These coughs truly pained Hao Juan.

You'd better come to the hospital and be admitted as soon as possible!

"I suspect this is an infectious disease, not just a minor cold!"

"Xiao Sheng's grandfather has already been given a critical condition notice, and Xiao Sheng is currently hospitalized and receiving intravenous fluids. You absolutely must..."

The coughing started again, and it lasted for a while.

"Auntie, I'm at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, but there are no beds available, and the lines for blood tests and CT scans are incredibly long. Which hospital are you at? Are they crowded?"

Hearing Zeng Weili's hoarse voice, Hao Juan couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine.

It's hard to imagine how many times I've coughed these past two days, to the point that my voice is hoarse.

"We are at the First Affiliated Hospital of Yenching University. There are a lot of people here, and the wards were already full yesterday."

"My God, it seems this flu is really super strong!"

"I don't think it's the flu, Xiaoli. It's more likely some other infectious disease!"

"Really? Oh dear... I feel really uncomfortable after just a few words. It feels like there's a stone pressing on my chest, and I can't breathe... If only I had a ventilator... I would feel so much better..."

After speaking haltingly, Zeng Weili coughed violently again.

Hao Juan was completely terrified.

That cough...

It felt like I was coughing up my lungs, it was absolutely agonizing!

"Xiao Li, don't panic! Don't panic!"

"I'll find someone to ask right away, I'll ask right away!"

Before she could even hang up the phone, Hao Juan hurriedly got up.

However, she hadn't gone far when she saw her husband, Dou Angui, return.

"I couldn't find a thermometer, but I found an old coat. Wear this for now!"

Hao Juan hurriedly said, "Quickly find someone to ask if there is a ventilator. Xiao Li is coughing badly at Xiehe Hospital and can hardly breathe."

"what???"

Dou Jiansheng was immediately taken aback.

Peking Union Medical College Hospital may not be the best hospital in Beijing, but it is definitely among the top hospitals.

Moreover, when it comes to treating difficult and complex diseases, if it claims to be second, no one dares to claim to be first.

The result is now...

Zeng Wensheng's own daughter, Zeng Weili, was found to have no ventilator available at Yanjing Union Hospital.

"Even Peking Union Medical College Hospital doesn't have a ventilator for her, so where can we find one?"

Hao Juan was stunned and embarrassed.

She also reacted.

Zeng Weili has a powerful family background and works at the best hospital.

She coughed so badly, yet they didn't even have a ventilator for her.

This is enough to show that there are no spare ventilators in the entire city of Yanjing at this moment.

Otherwise, if there really was an idle machine, just because she is Zeng Wensheng's daughter, it should have been allocated to her long ago.

Why wasn't it used on her?

There is only one reason: those who are not available and are already on ventilators must be in more serious condition than her.

Take, for example, Mr. Dou, who had already been admitted to the intensive care unit and was on a ventilator. He was already on the verge of death, so who would dare to leave?

There's still a glimmer of hope if we don't retreat; retreating means certain death!

Even if Tsang Man-sang holds a high position of power, it is clearly impossible for him to requisition a ventilator that a critically ill patient is using just because her daughter wants to use one.

The phone, clutched tightly in his hand, emitted a violent coughing sound.

Hao Juan, suddenly snapping out of her daze, quickly picked up her phone and said:

"Xiao Li, don't worry! I'll contact my friends in other places right away, and I'll definitely find you a ventilator!"

"Thank you... thank you, Auntie... my dad is also in contacting them..."

The coughing sound came again.

Hao Juan couldn't listen to it anymore and quickly hung up.

Unexpectedly, Zeng Weili is younger than her son and is a female PhD who has returned from medical school.

Now, she's coughing even worse than her own son, which is terrifying to hear.

"What do we do now? Where are we going to find a ventilator?"

"You're asking me? Who should I ask?"

"Ask your former subordinates! What if you know someone in the medical device business?"

"Ha, we were still in touch when I first retired, but we haven't been in contact for so many years now, who would give me face anymore?"

How will you know if you don't try?

Hao Juan rolled her eyes at her husband, then turned and walked back to the bench.

I scrolled through my phone's contacts and, as a last resort, made a call.

"Hey Xiao Chen, it's me, Hao Juan. I'm sorry to bother you so late, but I wanted to ask if you sell ventilators in your mall?"

"A ventilator? We don't sell those in our mall. But Sister Juan, why are you asking for a ventilator in the middle of the night? Has someone in your family been infected?"

"Sigh, I don't know what's wrong with him, he's coughing so badly, he's practically coughing his lungs up. If we had a ventilator, it would probably help a lot, but right now I'm afraid there aren't any left in Yanjing!"

"That's right! Forget about ventilators, you can't even find a bottle of white vinegar, a mask, or a packet of Banlangen granules on the market right now. Everyone's already scrambling to buy them. You're way too late!"

Hao Juan was taken aback upon hearing this.

She and her husband haven't gone home for the past two days; they've been staying at the hospital.

Not only did I not contact many people, but I also didn't watch TV or read newspapers.

So they had no idea how chaotic things were outside.

Put down your phone and turn on speakerphone.

"Xiao Chen, I've been taking care of the old man at the hospital these past two days. I don't know what's going on outside. Do you know what happened?"