I Can Hear the Heart's Voice of Traditional Chinese Medicine-Chapter 296 - 131: Dr. Lu, Help!

Moreover, the variety of porridge is quite limited, only two or three options, and the dumplings are just vegetable and meat ones.

However, even so, there are still quite a few people who come to Cow Eating Grass for breakfast.

In the deepest part of Cow Eating Grass, two women in their twenties were sitting and chatting quietly with laughter.

"Zheng Hong, didn’t I say the breakfast here at Cow Eating Grass is not bad? Although the variety is limited, the ingredients are fresh, and it tastes good." The woman opposite Zheng Hong said as she ate with relish.

"Indeed, I initially thought Cow Eating Grass didn’t offer breakfast."

"Not all Cow Eating Grass places offer breakfast; this shop is rather special. But if it’s a profitable business, why not do it, right?"

"You’re right."

"By the way, Zheng Hong, I heard you haven’t been in good health lately. Don’t overwork yourself at the job; it’s tough with the kids, and you can’t lose your temper. Otherwise, unreasonable parents will definitely rush to the school to cause a scene."

Zheng Hong smiled, "It’s okay. I actually quite like kids. Moreover, as you know, no matter how troublesome they are, kids generally have one thing in common—they tend to be quite respectful towards their teachers."

"Haha, that’s true."

"However, some are more hyperactive, so you can only patiently advise them, and things get better with a few words."

"You’re right, but kids tend to forget things easily, and in a couple of days, they might just forget again."

"By the way, what part of your body isn’t feeling well?"

Zheng Hong thought for a moment and replied, "It’s my heart, there’s a bit of a problem. It’s not a major issue, but it flares up occasionally."

"Heart issues are not minor; you should go to the hospital when you have time."

"I’ve been there, and I’ve been prescribed medicine, but it doesn’t help. It still acts up when it wants to."

As the two were speaking, a middle-aged man suddenly walked over with a bowl of soy milk, perhaps because the floor was a bit wet. His shoes were not very slip-resistant and he almost fell.

Fortunately, the man’s reflexes were quick; he grabbed a table beside him to steady himself.

However, the soy milk he was holding spilled everywhere, and the bowl fell onto Zheng Hong’s table, making a loud crashing sound.

"Ah!"

The two women were startled, and a scream echoed in the Cow Eating Grass shop.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, the floor was a bit slippery."

The middle-aged man apologized quickly to the two women.

"It’s okay, it’s okay, luckily the soy milk wasn’t hot, and not much spilled, just gave us a fright."

"Zheng Hong, are you alright?"

The woman waved her hand at the middle-aged man, then turned to look at Zheng Hong, who had let out that scream.

"No... nothing."

Zheng Hong said she was fine, but the woman could tell something was off about her.

"What’s wrong with you?" The woman quickly got up and went to Zheng Hong’s side.

The middle-aged man was also startled, standing aside feeling a bit helpless and bewildered. He had just almost slipped, and the bowl of soy milk had fallen in front of them. Was there really a need for this reaction?

The middle-aged man was thoroughly confused.

He wanted to leave but didn’t dare to.

If a bowl of soy milk caused such a serious incident, it would be terrible.

He subconsciously glanced at the surveillance cameras front and back, and the thought of sneaking away disappeared instantly, knowing that everything was clearly recorded, and running away was not an option.

Even if he was at fault, it was very minor.

It was mainly because the store hadn’t cleaned up the wet floor properly; otherwise, he wouldn’t have slipped. Realizing this, the desire to flee vanished.

He had no responsibility, so why run?

Running would really be terrible if something happened.

Yet, even so, the man’s expression remained a bit uneasy.

Meanwhile, the staff in the store noticed the situation, ran over to take a look, and after asking a few questions, seeing Zheng Hong’s pale face, struggling to breathe, they quickly called the manager over.

The store manager, a young man in his thirties, though competent, faced this situation for the first time and panicked, not knowing what to do, so he hastily instructed others to call 120 for an emergency. Nervously rubbing his hands, he was clearly anxious.

"Zheng Hong, where do you feel unwell?"

"Don’t scare me, okay!"

The woman was getting scared too, especially seeing Zheng Hong’s extremely pale face, she didn’t know what to say.

Zheng Hong clutched her chest, feeling dizzy, unable to respond to the woman’s worried inquiries; she raised a hand to signal not to worry. Obviously, she was accustomed to such situations.

Still, others dared not leave.

The woman turned and asked, "Has the ambulance arrived yet?"

The manager shook his head, "Not yet."

"This is not my fault, I’m a victim too. I almost fell."

The manager at Cow Eating Grass knew it wasn’t the time to shift blame as it would complicate the situation, and quickly reassured him, "It’s not your fault, don’t worry."

Hearing this, the man sighed with relief.

He was really worried Cow Eating Grass would hold him responsible. If something happened, he couldn’t afford the compensation.

But as Zheng Hong’s condition worsened, the woman became as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, turning to urge, "Call 120 again."

"The call’s been made, the ambulance is already on its way. Even the nearest Ninth Hospital takes time to reach here, and the Health Center’s ambulance was dispatched early for another emergency." The manager explained.

The woman remained dissatisfied; even the shortest time from Ninth Hospital seemed too long, considering Zheng Hong’s precarious state. She feared what might happen if time dragged on.

All she could do was urge them onward for now.

At the entrance of Cow Eating Grass, a store supplier who had just returned from procurement, noticing the crowd and noise inside, instinctively glanced over and asked someone exiting, "What’s happening inside? Such a commotion."

"A woman, she seems to be a teacher at the kindergarten nearby, was having her meal here. Suddenly, she turned pale, and her breathing became labored, looking as if she were about to die. I got scared and took my breakfast to go, avoiding further glance."

"Did anyone call 120?"

"Yes, the manager called about two or three minutes ago. You know, Ninth Hospital isn’t that close; it would take at least ten minutes, I guess."

"Ten minutes isn’t that long."

"It isn’t, but her condition looks bad. I sat relatively close, and it seems she has heart issues. You haven’t seen her face; it literally looked like she had one foot in King Yama’s hall."

"That serious?"

"Absolutely, without immediate help, who knows what might happen next."

"Can’t she be taken to the Health Center? They have emergency services too."

"Such a serious case, the Health Center’s no help. Moreover, without medical personnel, who’s going to risk moving the patient anyway? One mistake could be disastrous."

"Agreed."

The supplier nodded in agreement, well aware of the consequences of uninformed intervention.

No amateurs, encountering such situations, could do more than call 120.

Shaking his head, the supplier left, disinterested in the drama, eager to prepare for lunch, and as he turned, a familiar figure came into view.

Dr. Lu?

Seeing Lu Xuan eating breakfast not far away with Ji Xiuwen, the supplier paused, then immediately shouted excitedly, "Dr. Lu, help!"

"Help, Dr. Lu!"

The supplier rushed on his bicycle toward Lu Xuan, grabbing his arm anxiously.