Life Hanging by a Thread

Without a second thought, Fu Siwen refused outright. "Don't go making things worse. Let Dad take you home to rest."

Fu Siwen handed both children over to Father Chu. Just then, the driver pulled up, and the two women got into the car with Su Leyun.

Seeing that Su Minghui was so anxious she was on the verge of tears, Su Leyun quietly waved his hand. Every light along the way turned green, and the driver sped along without a single obstruction. What had originally been a half-hour journey took only a little over ten minutes.

After getting out of the car, Su Minghui ran toward the emergency room with Su Leyun in her arms, while Fu Siwen ran alongside her. The three quickly arrived outside the emergency room.

It was already rest time. Most of the patients at the sanatorium had gone to sleep, and the entire place was deathly quiet. At a glance, only two people were waiting outside the emergency room.

One was Mother Su, and the other was unexpectedly Zhou Guomin.

The moment Mother Su saw Su Minghui, tears began streaming down her face. "He was perfectly fine when he went to bed tonight, then suddenly he stopped breathing. Minghui, your father will be all right, won't he?"

Mother Su must have already cried herself out, because her eyes were still swollen. She had recently kept up with her rehabilitation and could even stand by herself for a few minutes. Father Su's condition had also been improving day by day. Mother Su had even begun to think that perhaps, before long, the couple could return to how they had once been.

But heaven would not grant their wishes. At a time like this, Father Su had unexpectedly been sent to the emergency room, his life hanging by a thread!

Su Minghui patted her mother's shoulder to comfort her and murmured, "It's all right, it's all right. Dad hasn't even met Lele yet. He definitely can't bear to leave us just like this..."

It was impossible to tell whether she was saying it for her mother's sake or her own.

Su Leyun looked up at the two women, stretched out his little hands, and wiped away their tears. Copying the gesture Su Minghui used to soothe him to sleep, he gently comforted her.

Mommy, don't cry. You won't be pretty if you cry!

Fu Siwen's eyes stung as well. She turned away and wiped her tears.

Just as the atmosphere turned emotional, Zhou Guomin came over from the side with a grief-stricken expression. "Minghui, Mom, don't be sad. Dad will definitely be fine!"

When Su Minghui turned and saw Zhou Guomin, she noticed that after not seeing him for a few days, he seemed to have filled out somewhat. It looked like Zheng Xiuru had been taking good care of him. At that moment, he wore an anxious expression too, but the faint scent of women's perfume on him still gave him away.

With her father in critical condition, Su Minghui had no mood to put on an act with him. She asked coldly, "Why are you here?"

Zhou Guomin looked perfectly justified. "Dad is like this. Of course I had to be here! The doctor said they called you, but you didn't answer, so they contacted me instead. The moment I got the call, I rushed right over!"

Su Leyun pursed his lips as he looked at him.

He obviously just crawled out of his mistress's bed. How is this scumbag dad so good at acting?!

Hearing that, Su Minghui took out her phone to check. Sure enough, there were two missed calls displayed on the screen. The Christmas party venue had been too noisy for Su Minghui to hear the sanatorium's calls. Father Su's condition had been poor and his family needed to be contacted. One of the doctors happened to know Zhou Guomin, so he called him.

Su Minghui said nothing, but Fu Siwen gave him several looks.

She had the feeling that this vile man was up to something!

For the next hour or so, the three stayed with Mother Su. She had likely been badly frightened, and there was not a trace of color in her lips. Su Minghui tried several times to get her to rest, but Mother Su refused. She insisted on seeing her old man safe and sound.

Meanwhile, Zhou Guomin paced back and forth outside the emergency room with a worried frown, looking frantic. If uninformed bystanders saw him, they would surely think the Su Household's son-in-law was as filial as a real son.

Su Leyun did not get sleepy at all. He simply stared at Zhou Guomin, grumbling to himself.

Scumbag Dad has wireless earbuds in his ears. He looks worried on the outside, but he's actually humming a tune in his heart!

There he goes again, there he goes again. He's pretending to use the restroom, but he's actually hiding in there to message his mistress!

Fifty-third yawn...

Perhaps because he was bored, Zhou Guomin yawned repeatedly during the last half hour. He kept covering his mouth with his hand, thinking he had hidden it well, but Su Leyun had been secretly counting for him. After watching for so long, Su Leyun was infected by it too and uncontrollably let out a huge yawn.

Su Minghui was both annoyed and amused. Feeling sorry for her son, she patted his back and tried to get him to sleep against her chest, but the look she gave Zhou Guomin was cold enough to kill.

Yet Zhou Guomin did not sense it at all and nodded at her reassuringly.

This woman must have been moved by him, right? Rich young ladies who lacked nothing were actually the easiest to fool. All they needed was for someone to treat them well, and that was precisely the easiest thing to do.

After all, a person's appearance was hard to conceal, and wealth and talent were things laid plainly on the table. Only those three vague words, "treat you well," required nothing more than putting on an impromptu performance with a workday mindset.

After suffering through more than an hour like this, the red emergency light outside the emergency room finally went out. The doctor emerged, and everyone hurriedly gathered around him to ask anxiously, "Doctor, how is he? Is my father all right?"

The doctor removed his mask and let out a breath of relief. "Fortunately, he was brought in for treatment in time. We have completed the gastric lavage. The patient has passed the critical stage for now and his life has been saved."

"That's wonderful!" The mother and daughter finally let out the breath they had been holding. Mother Su could no longer hold herself up and slumped weakly against her wheelchair. Su Minghui hurriedly arranged for her mother to return to her room and rest.

Only Zhou Guomin lagged behind, his face filled with anger born of disappointment.

Why was this old man's life so tough? He could still be saved after that!

Before long, Father Su was pushed out of the emergency room and back into his ward. Father Chu lay on the hospital bed with a pale face and tightly shut eyes. There were far more tubes and machines attached to him than before. It reminded Su Minghui of those dark days after her father's car accident, and her heart twisted in agony as she hated herself for failing to protect her parents.

Su Minghui followed the doctor outside the ward and asked worriedly, "My father's condition has been very good lately. How did he suddenly end up in the emergency room?"

The doctor said, "There was a problem with the patient's diet, so he needed an emergency gastric lavage. The old lady discovered it in time today. Otherwise, we might not have been able to save him."

"A problem with his diet?" Su Minghui's brows drew tightly together as she tried to understand what the doctor meant. "Was there poison in his food?"

The doctor hurriedly shook his head. "His symptoms were indeed those of poisoning, but there was no poison in the food itself. It was simply that his diet conflicted with his medication, causing a toxic reaction in his body."

The sanatorium's meals were all handled by nutritionists. Father Su and Mother Su's diets, in particular, were assigned to a dedicated nutritionist who tailored them according to the two elderly people's condition during each period. How could such a basic mistake possibly have been made?