"It looks serious, they might not save him. What’s the use of money if you can’t use it?"

Ye Lu felt like she was struck by lightning. She stopped breathing and stood stiffly there.

She was dumbfounded.

The surname Jun... The surname Jun... These three words were spinning around in her brain, leaving nothing else.

Was it him? His organs were failing and he needed to be resuscitated?

Yan Su once told her that his condition could deteriorate anytime, so she needed to keep a close eye on him.

"Where did they go? Which floor?" She rushed over, grabbing the person who said this by the hand, asking in a hoarse voice.

The man was shocked, turning his head to see a woman clutching his hand tightly, panic written all over her pale face.

"On, on the ninth floor, I just saw the elevator stop at the ninth floor. Young lady, are you okay? You’re very pale."

Ye Lu didn’t utter a word, let go of him, stumbled onto the elevator and frantically pressed the button for the ninth floor.

She had no idea how she got to the ninth floor, or how she ran out. It felt like she was treading on air.

She grabbed anyone she saw and asked which operating room the emergency patient was taken to.

A nurse pointed to a closed operating room.

Ye Lu then rushed over, blankly staring at the light outside the operating room.

And just stood there, like a stone statue.

Her lips were pale, motionless.

After ten minutes or so, a call came in. The phone kept ringing until a passing nurse reminded her. She numbly took out her phone. It was a call from Ye Yuan.

Answering the call, Ye Yuan’s worried voice came through, asking her where she went.

She looked around, it took her a while to remember where she was, then she told him.

After a while, Ye Yuan rushed over. Seeing her standing there, looking as white as a sheet, he was shocked.

"Mommy, what are you doing here?"

Upon seeing him, tears welled up in Ye Lu’s eyes. She grabbed his hand anxiously: "They’ve taken him in for resuscitation, his organs have suddenly failed. What should I do? Will he die?"

Ye Yuan stared blankly at her for a moment before responding: "Mommy, you must be mistaken. He’s still lying on the hospital bed. You must have heard wrong."

Ye Lu looked at him dumbly: "What did you say?"

Ye Yuan looked at her impatiently, then grabbed a passing doctor and asked him who the patient in surgery was.

The doctor said it was a wealthy man named Jun Guohui, who was in critical condition due to kidney failure.

Ye Lu was dumbfounded. Her muscles relaxed from the tension, she felt weak and slumped down on a bench.

"This afternoon, Uncle Yan Su’s teacher came here, they’re currently having a consultation!" Ye Yuan said.

It took quite a while for Ye Lu to recover her strength. She was utterly embarrassed.

It was all that man’s fault, for saying that a wealthy person surnamed Jun was admitted, making her think it was Third Young Master Jun, that his condition had suddenly deteriorated and he was at the brink of death.

"We should go back then." Ye Lu felt utterly embarrassed.

"Wait a moment, Mommy."

Ye Yuan pulled her back.

"What is it?" Ye Lu looked at him curiously.

Ye Yuan looked up at her, his young face serious: "What would you do if he really was the one being resuscitated and it seems he might not be able to pull through?"

Ye Lu felt a jolt in her heart but quickly avoided his gaze: "What nonsense are you talking about, that isn’t the case."

"I’m saying what if? Would you be scared and worried?"

"There are no ifs, I’m not assuming anything. Let’s go, we need to get back. Otherwise, Feiyu will be calling me ungrateful again." She hastily pulled Ye Yuan towards the elevator.