Transmigration: On the Gossip Front
Chapter 177: Brother-in-law is the Ex 77_1

Chapter 177: Chapter 177: Brother-in-law is the Ex 77_1

Huang Jing received a call saying that Huang Lixin was being resuscitated in the hospital, suffering from a cerebral hemorrhage. Her first reaction was to wonder if they were saying this just to get the compensation money for Ho Zhen.

But then she thought, even if it were false, she had to go back. In case it was true and he had really collapsed, and she hadn’t returned, who knows what the relatives would say about her.

She sent a message to her boss to request leave and then packed her luggage to leave right away.

Fortunately, she worked in the IT industry. With a computer and the internet, she could work from anywhere. Otherwise, if she were to hold everyone back, it wouldn’t be very good.

Although there was no train back at this time, one would be available at dawn. She decided to go to the train station and wait.

Just as she was about to reach the elevator with her luggage, she saw Shen Lan coming out of it.

Huang Jing’s first reaction was to think that a real master was indeed a master, not only talented but also more hardworking than many others, "Just got off work?"

Shen Lan hummed in acknowledgment. Although a bit tired, she noticed Huang Jing pushing a suitcase and asked, "What’s this about?"

Going on a business trip? Shen Lan hadn’t heard that Huang Jing’s team needed to travel.

"My dad is in the hospital for resuscitation." Huang Jing briefly explained the situation and then prepared to take the elevator.

Shen Lan stopped her, "What are you planning?"

"I’m going to the train station to buy a ticket for the earliest bullet train back." It was going to take quite a bit of time to get to the train station from here.

"Take my car back. In case there’s a need, it’s more convenient to have a car," Shen Lan said as she took out her car keys from her pocket and handed them to Huang Jing.

Ah, she was just going to give her the car like that? Staring at the car keys in her hand, Huang Jing was momentarily stunned, "Are you sure you want me to drive?"

"Yes, go ahead and drive it."

"Don’t worry, if something happens, there’s the insurance company," Shen Lan assured, knowing what Huang Jing was concerned about.

Since Shen Lan wasn’t worried, why should she be? Clutching the car keys tightly, Huang Jing said, "All right, thank you."

Though Huang Lixin owned a car, it wasn’t necessarily suitable for her to drive, and she didn’t want to drive Huang Lixin’s car. If anything happened, it would be on her.

"When I get back, I’ll treat you to a meal," Huang Jing said as she pushed her luggage, ready to leave.

Shen Lan waved to Huang Jing, who was in the elevator, yawned, and then got ready to go back and rest.

After placing her luggage in the trunk, Huang Jing took a deep breath and slowly drove out of the underground garage.

"I’ll buy a cup of coffee in a bit." Even though the coffee wasn’t very effective after drinking too much, having a cup could ease her mind somewhat.

After buying a cup of coffee and some breakfast, she drove straight for the highway.

When she arrived at the hospital, Huang Lixin was still not out of the operating room. Waiting outside was only Zhang Xiaoya.

After a quick scan, Huang Jing was surprised not to see Huang Lei. She thought Zhang Xiaoya might have sent her back.

"Mom," Huang Jing approached Zhang Xiaoya and said softly.

Zhang Xiaoya thought of herself as a strong person, but standing alone outside the operating room, she was truly panicked.

She wondered, what if Old Huang didn’t make it through the resuscitation?

And if he did get resuscitated, but due to being delayed too long, even though he survived, what if he became a vegetable? What then?

It was constant worry, but no matter how much she worried, she could only wait here. The hope she had held for Huang Lei had slowly cooled down.

They thought that if the girl was alone at home to think things over, she would recognize her mistakes and come to the hospital.

But she neither came nor called nor sent any messages, acting as though nothing had happened.

Initially, she had called Huang Jing, worried if she would come back, and even if she did, it wouldn’t be until the afternoon since there were no return trains at that hour.

To her surprise, Huang Jing had rushed back so early. "Xiao Jing, Xiao Jing, your dad, your dad has had a brain hemorrhage."

Ah, a brain hemorrhage? Huang Jing was utterly shocked. Although she had considered this possibility, it was after he had spat blood and collapsed, leading her to think that perhaps it was due to shock or overwhelming sadness.

The Huang family had no history of brain hemorrhage, so it was unexpected that Huang Lixin would suffer from one.

This disease is particularly tricky; even if someone is saved, they may not be completely healthy afterward and could have lingering effects.

For ordinary people, they would just need to recuperate after a brain hemorrhage, as long as they were alive, that was enough.

But the key issue was that Huang Lixin was a junior leader. With this illness, would his position still be waiting for him?

If he recovered well, that would be possible, but such cases are rare, and Zhang Xiaoya knew that it was very likely that Huang Lixin would have to step down.

Although his benefits should remain unchanged, the invisible advantages would be lost. However, there was no other choice as the immediate concern was his well-being.

"What about the chief surgeon?" Huang Jing knew Zhang Xiaoya had wide connections, but with the illness striking in the middle of the night, she was unsure of the situation.

"We’ve got the best one." Zhang Xiaoya was initially panicked, but sitting in the ambulance, she knew she had to rely on herself for everything.

If it’s the best one, then that’s settled. "When dad’s a bit better, we’ll hire a nurse, you’re busy with work."

"I’m busy too."

"As for Huang Lei, she would also feel tired taking care of him." It wasn’t necessary to say Huang Lei wouldn’t take care of someone, as after all, they were family.

"Her? She’s a spoiled young lady, she doesn’t know how to take care of people," Zhang Xiaoya also knew Huang Jing was busy with work.

Honestly, just being able to rush back was good enough, but as for staying here to take care of the patient, she knew it wasn’t realistic.

"You’re busy with work. Come visit your dad when you have time. We will cover the medication costs, nursing care, and even the cost of hiring a housekeeper when you go back," Zhang Xiaoya said.

In the past, Zhang Xiaoya would have tried to make Huang Jing pay, but now she knew that if she did that, they couldn’t count on Huang Jing to return for even minor ailments in the future.

They’re offering not to take money from her? Huang Jing was truly surprised. She had thought that when mentioning hiring a nurse earlier, Zhang Xiaoya might ask her to pay.

But now that they were offering to pay, and since Zhang Xiaoya had already said so, Huang Jing certainly wasn’t going to insist on paying. "Okay."

"It just so happens that I’ve used up all my savings for the down payment."

Only then did Zhang Xiaoya remember that Huang Jing had mentioned earlier about a welfare housing scheme at her workplace. "Have you chosen your house yet?"

"I have. I chose a three-bedroom place, one study, one dressing room, and one bedroom," Huang Jing explained the intended use of each room quite straightforwardly.

Zhang Xiaoya hadn’t expected that a three-bedroom house wouldn’t even include a room for them, the old couple, but after a moment, all she could do was smile wryly.

Since no money was asked of them for the house, it was normal that there wasn’t a room reserved for them.

The two of them waited outside the operating room for a while until they finally heard a nurse coming out of the OR, "Is Huang Lixin’s family here?"

Before, Zhang Xiaoya was filled with hope waiting for the nurse to come out with results, but now that she saw the nurse, she was consumed with worry.

Worried about the possibility of receiving bad news, she tightly grasped Huang Jing’s hand.