闪电算

Ye Junqing strode into the living room of the villa.

The living room was equipped with a large LCD screen, showing real-time updates of today’s voting situation. From time to time, people in the room glanced at the screen.

With less than three hours left before the voting deadline, Ye Shiting was in a commanding lead!

Glimpsing at the votes, Ye Junqing felt slightly better.

He walked to the large refrigerator in the living room, pulled out a can of beer, opened the tab, guzzled down the beer, and then hurled the empty can into the trash can.

He collapsed dramatically onto the sofa. His towering figure exuded an icy aura that warned, ‘Strangers not welcome, acquaintances don’t ask’. Anyone looking at him felt like they were facing an iceberg ready to erupt.

On the other hand, Ye Xingguang was also quite upset.

After eating dinner at home, she had just returned to the hospital in her car when the phone in her pocket rang.

She answered, “Hello.”

“Miss Ye.” It was Chang Danran’s voice.

“Dr. Chang? What can I do for you?”

Chang Danran must have had something urgent: “Miss Ye, can you please arrange a meeting with Xia Ye Zhao? Only you can convince him now. I beg you, make him return my son to me.”

Ye Xingguang sat up abruptly, “Dr. Chang, calm down and tell me, has Xia Ye taken your son away?”

Chang Danran had been frantic for several days. She would not have made this call to Ye Xingguang if it weren’t for her desperation: “My son Xiaoman is ill. He told me that he was feeling dejected and unwell, but I can’t see him, and I can’t get inside the Xia’s house. I think only if you reach out to Xia Ye Zhao will he bring Xiaoman out for me to see.”

“Dr. Chang, don’t worry, let me make a call and ask…” Before Ye Xingguang could finish her sentence, she saw through the car window that a car was pulling up, and a man was hurriedly carrying a child into the hospital. Accompanying them was Wang Zimei.

Ye Xingguang deliberated for a moment, then quickly said, “Dr. Chang, are you currently in the capital?”

“Yes.”

“Then can you come to the T University Affiliated Hospital in the capital? I just saw Xia Ye Zhao taking a child into the hospital. I don’t know if it’s your son. Do you know where the T University Affiliated Hospital is located?”

Chang Danran felt as if she heard the voice of salvation, “I know, I’ll get there right away. Miss Ye, could you tell Xia Ye Zhao to buy a bag of blood for Xiaoman at the hospital? Xiaoman has the same disease as your father, and drinking blood is the only thing that can alleviate his symptoms.”

What? Ye Xingguang’s heart skipped a beat. How could so many people in this world have the same disease?

Her father had it, the malignant tumor had it, and even her dear nephew had it?

Ye Xingguang suppressed her frustration and said, “Okay, don’t worry. I’ll head there right now.”

After hanging up the phone, she headed towards the direction Xia Ye Zhao had headed into the hospital building. In the emergency room, she found Xia Ye Zhao registering at the counter, with Wang Zimei holding the suffering Xiaoman, allowing a nurse to draw blood for tests.

The emergency room was crowded, and being there brought Xiaoman no relief, but only seemed to deepen his discomfort.

With that thought, Ye Xingguang briskly walked over, snatched Xiaoman away from Wang Zimei without a word, and hurried outside.