The Mystery of Grandpa's Recovery

She exclaimed excitedly, "He's still breathing! He's still breathing!"

"What?" Hu Lao San also hurriedly checked Old Man Li's pulse, unable to believe it. "This...this is truly remarkable!"

It was just moments ago at the town health center when they thought he had reached the end, and yet here he was, still clinging to life!

"Son! How is Father? He's not... he's not gone, is he?" Li Xiaolei's son asked anxiously, tears streaming down his gaunt face.

"Don't worry, Brother, Grandpa's going to be fine. Don't cry, you'll hurt your eyes," Fu Bao reassured him gently, reaching out to wipe away his tears.

Hu Lao San wasted no time, swiftly carrying Old Man Li into the hospital. Without hesitation, he called out urgently, "Doctor! Doctor! We have a critical patient here. Please, we need your help!"

The duty doctor, upon hearing the urgency of the situation, swiftly sprang into action, rushing to the scene and escorting the patient to the emergency room without uttering a word.

Outside the emergency room, the old lady Li held tightly onto Fubao and Li Xiaolei's son, her nerves taut with anxiety. She murmured prayers under her breath, beseeching the gods and bodhisattvas for assistance.

After a tense few minutes, the doctor emerged from the emergency room.

Mrs. Li hurriedly approached with the two children in tow, her heart pounding with anticipation. "Doctor, how is my husband? Is he going to be alright?"

The doctor removed his mask, his expression grave.

Upon seeing the doctor's serious expression, Mrs. Li and Hu Lao San felt a surge of anxiety. Could it be that the situation was dire, beyond hope of recovery?

In his thirties, the doctor couldn't contain his frustration, erupting in anger. "What's going on here? You appear all panicked, but there's nothing wrong with the patient! Are you playing games with us? Do you think we have time to spare?"

Confused, Mrs. Li and Hu Lao San exchanged puzzled glances, unable to grasp the doctor's meaning.

"Doctor, I don't understand... What do you mean? Am I losing my mind?" Mrs. Li asked, bewildered.

Pointing towards the emergency room, the doctor continued in exasperation, "The patient you brought in is perfectly fine! You claimed it was an emergency, but there's nothing wrong with him. Are you trying to waste our time?"

The doctor's words left Mrs. Li bewildered. "How could that be? At the town hospital, they said he was on the verge of passing, mentioning a lung tumor and pulmonary embolism... And what about all the blood on his clothes?"

"Don't be fooled. Who knows where that blood came from? Maybe you smeared it yourself! In any case, the old man is perfectly healthy. He's got at least another ten years in him. Stop wasting our time with your antics. I suggest you leave immediately and spare us any further trouble. Consider this a warning; we won't be so lenient next time!"

"But, but... the old man hasn't woken up yet."

"He's probably just exhausted and sleeping deeply," the doctor snapped. "I said, take him and go! Do you understand?"

Mrs. Shen was left speechless. Asleep? That's it?

The sudden shift in circumstances left her bewildered. It wasn't until Hu Lao San placed Old Man Li back onto the bullock cart that she regained her composure. "Hu Lao San, am I hearing things? Did the doctor really say that the old man is fine?"