The poor husband I picked up turned out to be from a wealthy family

Chapter 641 Yan Jiangshan is hospitalized

Kang Kang jumped up excitedly and clapped his hands, saying, "That's great! Next time, Dad will go to Grandma's house too. Let's go together as a family!"

As Kang Kang watched, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a happy smile. He held Shen Qing's hand tightly and said, "A family should be complete. From now on, whenever we have time, we should go back and spend more time with our parents."

Shen Qing leaned on Yan Bei's shoulder, feeling his warmth and love. At that moment, she felt all her fatigue melt away. The night outside the window was still dark, but the lights inside the house were exceptionally bright, reflecting the happiness and warmth of this family.

At this time, a noise came from the direction of Yan Jiangshan's room.

Upon hearing the noise, Shen Qing and Yan Bei's expressions froze. They exchanged glances, a flicker of worry in their eyes. Yan Bei immediately stood up from the sofa, his movements swift and decisive, showcasing his usual decisive and domineering demeanor. Shen Qing hurriedly followed him, and the two of them scurried towards Yan Jiangshan's room.

They rushed into the room, and the scene before them made their hearts tighten. Yan Jiangshan was lying in the middle of the room, his body curled up, his face as pale as paper.

Next to him was a fallen chair, as if he had knocked it over while trying to grab onto something, and several pill bottles were scattered on the floor, their labels barely visible in the dim light.

Yan Bei rushed to his father's side, knelt on his knees, gently held Yan Jiangshan's head in his arms, and said with a trembling voice: "Dad, Dad, wake up!" His eyes were full of anxiety and fear, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Shen Qing also quickly squatted down and felt Yan Jiangshan's pulse with her trembling hands. Her breathing became rapid: "Yan Bei, call an ambulance!"

Yan Bei quickly pulled out his phone, his fingers swiping across the screen as he dialed the emergency number. He explained the situation and address in detail to the staff on the other end of the line. His voice was calm and clear, but his slightly trembling hands betrayed his inner panic.

After hanging up the phone, he held his father's hand tightly, as if this could give his father strength, and kept saying, "Dad, you have to hold on. The ambulance will be here soon."

At this time, Uncle Liu also ran over, "Master, what happened to the master?"

"I don't know. He suddenly fell to the ground. Maybe he had another heart attack."

"Could it be..." Uncle Liu was about to say something.

Yan Bei quickly asked, "Uncle Liu, what do you want to say? Did my dad meet someone today?"

"Yeah, the master met an old friend of his today."

Yan Bei frowned slightly, "Old friend? Who?"

"Master, I haven't seen it either. You should ask the master when he wakes up!"

Yan Bei didn't say anything else. The atmosphere in the room was tense and depressing. Yan Bei and Shen Qing were anxiously waiting for the arrival of the ambulance.

Yan Bei hugged his father tightly, his eyes full of self-blame and worry. He prayed silently in his heart that his father would be safe.

Shen Qing kept comforting Yan Bei. Although she was also filled with fear, she knew that Yan Bei needed her support and encouragement more at this moment.

Time seemed to freeze, and every second passed by incomparably long. Finally, the sharp sound of an ambulance siren was heard in the distance, the sound was particularly clear in the silent night. The light of hope ignited in Yan Bei and Shen Qing's eyes. They knew that hope had come.

The medical staff arrived and began to examine Yan Jiangshan with medical equipment, and then pushed Yan Jiangshan into the ambulance.

Yan Bei looked at Shen Qing and said, "Wife, you stay at home and take care of the children. I'll go to the hospital with you."

Shen Qing said, "I'll go with you. You can't handle it by yourself."

Then she looked at Uncle Liu again, "Uncle Liu, please take good care of them."

"Okay, Master, Miss Shen, don't worry! Master will wake up and report that he is safe."

"I understand, Uncle Liu."

Then Shen Qing and Yan Bei followed him to the hospital.

. . . . . .

In the hospital corridor, pale lights shone lifelessly on the floor, and the pungent smell of disinfectant permeated every inch of the air. Yan Bei clenched his hands tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. His eyes were fixed on the closed door of the operating room, as if if he stared long enough, he would hear from inside that his father was safe and sound.

Shen Qing stood quietly beside him, one hand gently placed on his arm, trying to give him some silent comfort.

"Yan Bei, everything will be fine, don't worry."

Yan Bei looked at Shen Qing and nodded. He also believed that his father would be fine.

After a moment, he suddenly said, "I need to call my brother."

"Okay, tell your brother!" Shen Qing said.

He took out his cell phone and called his brother Liu Xiaopeng.

The ringing of the phone was particularly piercing in the silent corridor. "Beep...beep..." Each beep was like a hammer hitting Yan Bei's heart. His breathing became rapid, and his fingers turned white from the strain.

"Hello?" Liu Xiaopeng's familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.

Yan Bei took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound calmer, but the slightly trembling ending of his voice still betrayed his inner panic: "Brother, Dad is being rescued."

The other end of the line fell silent for a moment, as if time had frozen. Yan Bei could hear his own violent heartbeat, especially clear in the silence. After a long moment, Liu Xiaopeng spoke in a low voice, "What's going on? Is it serious?"

Yan Bei's throat seemed to be blocked by something. He swallowed hard and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't know either. He was rushed straight to the emergency room as soon as he was sent to the hospital."

"Don't worry, I'll be there right away." Liu Xiaopeng's voice came from the other end of the phone, with a hint of calmness and comfort.

Yan Bei said "hmm" softly and hung up the phone.

Yan Bei paced back and forth outside the operating room, each step filled with anxiety and unease. He recalled his childhood, when his father had always been so majestic, protecting him from the storms and bringing him into the ever-changing world of business. And now, his father lay in the operating room, his life uncertain.

He suddenly remembered what Uncle Liu had said just now. Who did his father meet today and what stimulated him to have such a heart attack?

When his father wakes up, he will definitely ask him about it.

At this time, the door of the operating room was opened.

Yan Bei quickly walked towards the doctor, "Doctor, how is my dad?"

The doctor sighed and said, "Although he is out of danger, his condition is not very good and he is still in a coma."