"Stop talking and help me!" the doctor urged.
If he hadn't caught Chief Engineer Ji from behind in time, a blow to the head from hitting the floor would have made things far worse.
Qin Zaiye took hold of Ji Ting's ankles and helped the doctor lift him onto the examination bed. When two other doctors arrived, he was shut outside.
A little over ten minutes later, Director Chang rushed in. "What happened? What's wrong with Little Ji? Why did he suddenly faint?"
The senior official had been nearby and had arrived a little earlier. "Director Zhou is in there. He'll come out and tell us what's going on once the examination is done."
Director Chang craned his neck to look inside but couldn't see anything. In his anxiety, he turned his anger straight on the senior official. "I told you before that Little Ji was injured when he was kidnapped! His heart and lung function is nowhere near that of a healthy person. How could you not take it seriously?"
Qin Zaiye happened to be standing a short distance away when he said this.
His gaze, which had been fixed straight ahead, abruptly dropped. His jaw tightened as though he had just swallowed a rusty cartridge case that had lodged in his windpipe.
The senior official was just as anxious as Director Chang, and neither noticed anything amiss with Qin Zaiye. "How could I not take it seriously? I've told him countless times that his health comes first, but he simply won't listen."
"Don't you know what Little Ji is like? He follows rules and regulations so strictly. If you gave him a direct order, would he dare disobey?"
The senior official felt deeply wronged, but there was no point defending himself now. "All right, all right, Chang. Let's