Chapter 664 — What Level of Strength?
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The driver was left in awe of Wei Zhao. Only after Wei Zhao pulled the car to a stop in front of the hospital did the man come back to his senses — this was nothing short of a driving god! He glanced at the time: nineteen minutes! A miracle, utterly unbelievable!
He had never imagined that his beat-up old car, worth a few tens of thousands and five years on the road, had the potential of a sports car — had even outrun one?
As Wei Zhao got out, his phone rang again. He assumed it was Shen Yushu calling to ask whether he had arrived, but the caller ID read Guan Xuewen.
Wei Zhao answered as he walked toward the hospital: "Hello, Grandpa Guan. Is something the matter?"
Anxious about the young lady's safety, Wei Zhao kept his tone polite with Guan Xuewen, yet a thread of urgency ran through it; he wanted to finish the call as quickly as possible.
"Xiaoyi, where are you? If you're not busy, could you come over?" Guan Xuewen had caught the haste in Wei Zhao's voice, and the thought that Wei Zhao might have something on his hands made his heart clench.
If Wei Zhao could not come, then there truly would be no hope left at all.
"I'm at the Second People's Hospital. A friend of mine is in trouble, and I'm rushing to treat them — I'm afraid I don't have time right now!" Wei Zhao answered quickly. "I'm sorry, Grandpa Guan. Once I'm done here, I'll call you back, all right?"
Even as he spoke, Wei Zhao had already pushed open the door and burst into the emergency room. A doctor tried to grab hold of him, but how could anyone match Wei Zhao's speed? In the blink of an eye he was inside.
Guan Xuewen was briefly startled by Wei Zhao's words. Wei Zhao was at the Second People's Hospital too? And why had there been an echo when he spoke? Guan Xuewen looked up — and saw a figure hurtling toward him. Who else could it be but Wei Zhao?
Wei Zhao had come? Could Wei Zhao's friend be one of the poisoned students? The moment the possibility crossed Guan Xuewen's mind, his heart eased. If that were so, then those students really did have hope!
Guan Xuewen rose hurriedly and followed after him: "Xiaoyi!"
Hearing his name called, Wei Zhao froze for a moment; listening closely, he recognized Guan Xuewen's voice. He glanced at the phone by his ear — the sound had not come from the phone, but from behind him.
Wei Zhao turned around, surprised: "Grandpa Guan? What are you doing here?"
"Is your friend one of the students who collapsed?" Guan Xuewen asked urgently, without answering Wei Zhao's question.
"Oh?" Wei Zhao was taken aback, then understanding dawned. "I see. Grandpa Guan, you called me here for the students too, didn't you? But whether or not someone you know is among them, I have to go see my friend first. I'm sorry — I'll come over once I've finished."
Wei Zhao politely made his position clear. Close as his ties with Guan Xuewen were, the one who had fainted was not Guan Xuewen — so Wei Zhao still had to check on the young lady first.
"Ha ha, no one I know is among them. Go and see your friend. As long as the cause of the collapse is clear, treatment can begin — I was merely invited here to examine the patients." Guan Xuewen waved a hand, telling Wei Zhao to set his mind at ease and focus on treating his friend.
Wei Zhao nodded. So Guan Xuewen was worried about the students' condition; he had misjudged the old man.
"All right, then I'll go see my friend first!" Wei Zhao nodded and began looking for Gu Mengyao's room. He had not gone far when he spotted Gu Pengzhan, Qing Bo and Shen Yushu in one of the rooms — clearly this was Gu Mengyao's isolation ward.