Chapter Five: This Is Truly Uncanny!

In the live stream room, netizens began wildly sending gifts and sharing the broadcast. Within just a few minutes, the viewership surged from tens of thousands to over a hundred thousand!

Watching the flood of comments rolling in, Xu Wenyao’s anxiety deepened. He felt as if his heart condition was about to flare up. At this rate, today’s incident was definitely going to trend on the internet.

All Xu Wenyao could do was pray that Wu Bin would hold on and not die. He even made a silent vow: as long as Wu Bin survived, whatever demands he made afterward, Xu Wenyao, as the principal, would agree to them.

Amid the collective prayers, the ambulance finally arrived at the hospital. The doctors on standby were startled by the commotion: a squad of armored police escorting the ambulance, followed by a convoy of Mercedes and BMWs!

“What on earth is going on? Has some big shot fallen?” Li Guotai, the hospital director, extinguished his cigarette and ran toward the ambulance. It was clear this patient required his personal attention.

“Quick! Get him onto a stretcher!”
“Prepare the operating room immediately.”
“Where’s the accompanying doctor? Come and brief me on the situation!”

With Director Li rushing over, the hospital’s professors and department heads also hurried alongside. The nurses were pushed aside in confusion, even losing their IV drips to the elder professors.

What was happening? Had these old professors lost their minds?

A group of senior doctors pushed Wu Bin into the emergency room, while He Bingbing, accompanied by a cameraman, followed closely, filming everything.

Seeing the cameras, Li Guotai’s conviction deepened. Clearly, this young man’s identity was no ordinary matter.

He smiled kindly and said, “Young man, I’m Li Guotai, director of Modu Hospital. Don’t worry, with me here, you will get better.”

The other professors inwardly exclaimed in admiration. Experience truly was invaluable. No wonder he was the director. He seized every chance to shine, not missing a single opportunity to assert his presence.

Indeed, his words of comfort not only revealed his warm and compassionate side but also boldly announced his name and title, making a strong impression.

As soon as Li Guotai finished speaking, the live chat erupted with discussion.

“That director Li seems really kind; listen to how gently he speaks.”
“I know him! He’s a cardiology expert at Modu Hospital. Wu Bin’s chances just improved.”
“He’s hard to get an appointment with. Many VIPs have to wait their turn for surgery.”
“Hope he’s alright. The hospital looks so sterile and depressing.”
“You haven’t smelled the disinfectant yet—that smell is truly soul-crushing.”

Amid the chatter, Wu Bin was already wheeled into the examination room. Inside, doctors attached monitoring devices and ran tests. Once they fully understood his condition, they would devise a treatment plan. If an emergency arose during testing, Wu Bin would be transferred immediately to the ICU.

He Bingbing and team were denied entry to the examination room, so they waited outside.

“Bingbing, keep filming?” the cameraman asked.

“Yes,” He Bingbing replied firmly. “Illness and accidents are part of university life. We can’t just show the vibrant side of students; we need to be comprehensive.”

The cameraman nodded in understanding. Indeed, the live viewership had been climbing steadily—an intensity they hadn’t seen in previous projects. If the audience liked it, they’d keep filming. The TV station leaders wouldn’t object.

Soon, the school’s leadership arrived.

“Where is Wu Bin?”

“He’s in the examination room undergoing a full checkup,” He Bingbing answered.

Principal Xu Wenyao gave a small sound of acknowledgment and paced outside. He hadn’t been this anxious even when his wife gave birth.

“Principal Xu, you should rest,” Vice Principal Zhou Tong suggested.

Xu Wenyao shook his head. “I’m not tired.”

“I mean, you pacing like this makes us tired just watching.”

Embarrassed, Xu Wenyao was about to sit when Li Guotai pushed open the door and emerged.

“Director Li, how is Wu Bin’s condition?”

Li Guotai answered confidently, “Rest assured, the boy’s vital signs are stable. It’s probably nothing serious. Professional doctors are conducting tests; the report will be ready soon.”

Hearing this from Director Li, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. After all, when it came to heart conditions, his words carried the most weight.

Li Guotai glanced at the camera and adjusted his hair.

“Are you live-streaming? What program is this?”

He Bingbing smiled, “We’re from the ‘Prestigious Campus Life’ segment.”

Li Guotai’s eyes lit up. “‘Prestigious Campus Life’? I love that show—I’m a huge fan. Didn’t expect to be on it one day. Why don’t you interview me while you’re at it?”

He Bingbing felt a bit awkward. This director was unusually familiar.

She could only ask, “Director Li, is Wu Bin’s condition really stable? When he collapsed earlier, it looked quite serious.”

At the mention of his specialty, Li Guotai straightened proudly.

“Based on your account, I preliminarily diagnose a myocardial infarction.”

“A heart attack is sudden, dangerous, and critical.”

“This condition carries a high risk of sudden death. Delays in treatment greatly increase fatality.”

“But when Wu Bin arrived, he was conscious and able to communicate, which means the critical period has passed. We can now proceed with conservative treatment for gradual recovery.”

No sooner had Li Guotai finished when the examination room door suddenly burst open.

A panicked nurse shouted, “Director! Bad news! The student’s heart has stopped again!”

Li Guotai’s face froze in shock.

What? This can’t be! A heart attack isn’t like a common cold; how could it happen twice in such quick succession? This was bizarre!

Without hesitation, Li Guotai followed the nurse into the room.

The expressions on Xu Wenyao and the others twisted into unease.

Was this director reliable after all? Moments ago, he was so confident it was nothing serious.

“What do we do now, Principal?” counselor Yang Kang was restless, just as anxious as Xu Wenyao.

Xu Wenyao patted his shoulder reassuringly. “Wu Bin is lucky; he’ll be fine. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself.”

Yang Kang buried his face in his hands, tears streaming down.

“It’s all my fault. I was too loud.”