[Tsk, tsk. Director Mi hadn't even gotten halfway through picking a fight before landing himself in the hospital.]
After that inward remark, Ye Xunzhi successfully called emergency services.
"Hello, emergency services?"
Behind her, Ye Lan shouted, "Press his philtrum! Press his philtrum!"
"Yes, yes, we're over on Yixin Street."
Mi Jia held Director Mi's hand, tears streaming from her eyes. "Dad, hang in there! Don't scare me!"
"What do you mean you charge for an ambulance? Fine, nine thousand just to start?! And mileage costs extra!! The caller has to pay?!!"
Ye Xunzhi said calmly, "Cancel the order."
The wealthy young woman pressed her palms together and took a deep breath. "Uncle, look at me. Breathe deeply like me. Come on, three, two, one, breathe in."
"They've already left, so I can't cancel? Come on, I'm a minor! I stole my brother's phone and called for fun. Kids say silly things! Oh, this thing even has different packages? Let me hear them."
Director Mi shakily raised a hand in his fury. Ye Lan quickly grabbed it and said anxiously, "Sir?!"
Director Mi's voice was barely a thread. "Lan, I probably won't make it through today."
"Don't talk nonsense, sir. The ambulance will be here any minute!"
"Yes, the ambulance will be here any minute." Ye Xunzhi came running over cheerfully with the phone in her hands. "You know, the service abroad is pretty good. They even pay you for calling an ambulance."
"They pay you for calling an ambulance?" Mi Jia was stunned. "How have I lived here all these years without knowing about such a great deal?"
Knock, knock, knock. Someone knocked on the door.
The wealthy young woman hurried up to answer it. Two doctors carrying cases walked in unhurriedly:
They opened their mouths and said, "Where's the