After lunch, Ji Changmu had a headache that couldn't be relieved even after taking medicine, and his eyesight sometimes became dark.

He looked at the pile of documents on his desk, rested for a while and then started working again.

The hemoptysis at noon was actually something that only happened in the past few days. He asked the doctor, and the doctor only said a few words. He said he should do the surgery as soon as possible and don't delay it any longer.

Ji Changmu didn't worry either.

However, he occasionally remembered the morning when he went to the hospital last time. The sun was bright and he saw the wild flowers in the hands of a little girl blooming quietly under the clouds and mist.

…

Three days later, Dr. Zhao from Bincheng called Ji Changmu.

"Mr. Ji, my wife has been in a bad state these past two days. I don't know why she often falls into a coma. We can't find out the specific cause. We all think that she needs an operation."

"Conservative treatment no longer works?"

"That's right, the condition is deteriorating too fast."

"I know, I'll try my best."

"Mr. Ji, have you still not been able to find the doctor?"

"Looking for a needle in a haystack."

Doctor Zhao sighed: "What do you think of the senior brother I recommended to you last time? He is working in Germany now. If possible, I will arrange for him to come to Bincheng as soon as possible."

"I'll think about it."

"Okay, it's best to do it as soon as possible." Dr. Zhao didn't expect that he couldn't delay it any longer. He always knew that Ji Changmu was a decisive man, but when his mother's life was involved, a decisive person also became indecisive.

He can understand Ji Changmu very well, because Yang Shuzheng is his only relative, his mother who has been dependent on him for many years.

After hanging up the phone, Ji Changmu quickly called Tong Qian: "Is there any news?"

Tong Qian was working and her fingers trembled when she heard Ji Changmu's voice.

In fact, she didn't take any action at all. Where could she find a doctor for him? She had never even seen the doctor.

The whole root cause is that she told a huge lie more than ten years ago.

She just didn't expect that this lie would come true.

"Chang Mu... don't worry, I'll help you with the urging. My teacher's memory is really not very good..."

"Are you fooling me?!"

"How is that possible! Chang Mu, how could I make fun of Aunt Yang's life? It's been so long ago...how could you say that to me?" Tong Qian's voice was filled with tears, and she felt the grievance of being misunderstood.

"Give me your tutor's mobile phone number."

"Can I call you now and ask?" Tong Qian choked, "Do you not believe me so much?"

"Give you one hour."

"knew."

Ji Changmu hung up Tong Qian's call. He sat in the quiet office, his mind blank.

He rarely felt this helpless and unsure of what to do.

Five minutes later, he called Bincheng again: "Dr. Zhao, arrange for my mother to come to New York. If possible, I hope you can accompany her. I will arrange a flight immediately."

"Mr. Ji, yes, I will arrange the manpower and supplies now."

"Hard."

"It should."

Ji Changmu immediately dispatched Bincheng's private plane and asked the pilot to park the plane on the tarmac of Bincheng Hospital.

He decided to make secondary preparations and perform surgery on his mother directly in New York.

It would be best if he could find the original doctor. If not, he would have already found a doctor in New York.
Chapter completed!