In Huaguo, the imperial capital.
In the corridor of a private hospital, twenty to thirty people were gathered, their expressions tense.
All eyes were fixed on the door of the operating room.
The injured person had been inside for three hours, and the rescue was not yet over. Their fate remained unknown.
More than a dozen solemn bodyguards had cordoned off the entire floor, indicating the injured person's noble status.
The person being rescued was Ji Shiyou, the CEO of the Ji Group.
The Ji Group was a commercial behemoth in Huaguo, and its helmsman, Ji Shiyou, was a figure whose words could bring about the ruin of large and small enterprises in Huaguo.
He was twenty-six years old. He had taken over the Ji Group seven years ago and was known in the business world for his ruthlessness.
Today, on his way to the company, he was involved in a car accident and was brought in unconscious.
"Mom, we don't know when the rescue will end. Why don't you go home first? We'll keep an eye on things here and notify you immediately if there's any news."
A middle-aged beautiful woman in her forties approached the only person sitting down, speaking ingratiatingly.
Her name was Zhao Xinning, Ji Shiyou's stepmother. She was once a third-tier actress in the entertainment industry.
She had been kept by Ji Shiyou's father, Ji Dechun, who only knew how to eat, drink, and play, becoming his mistress.
Seven years ago, Ji Shiyou's mother passed away. Due to her cunning methods, she successfully moved up in status with her illegitimate son, Ji Shigong, by Ji Dechun, becoming the mistress of the Ji family.
The person sitting was an old woman in her seventies or eighties, with white hair and a face full of wrinkles.
She sat there with an imposing aura, the old madam of the Ji family, Ji Shiyou's grandmother.
"You'll keep an eye on things? I doubt my dear grandson will even make it out of the operating room! Don't think I'm easily fooled just because I'm old. I know what you're all thinking. I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay here and watch you demons and monsters. If anyone dares to harm my dear grandson, I'll make this clear: if anything happens to Xiao You, you will all be buried with him."
Despite her age, the old lady's voice was full of vigor. Hearing the middle-aged beauty's words, her hand, which was turning prayer beads, stopped. She had always looked down on Zhao Xinning, a mistress who came from a theatrical background. If it weren't for the fact that she had given birth to a male heir for the Ji family, she would never have allowed her to enter the house.
The old lady's lowered eyelids lifted, revealing two sharp glints that fixed on Zhao Xinning's face.
"Mom, I know you don't like me, but you can't slander me like this, can you? If this gets out, how will I live?"
Zhao Xinning's face showed a hint of panic under the old lady's gaze, but being an actress, her acting skills were excellent. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she covered her face and ran out, like a wronged young wife. In her heart, she cursed, "Old hag, you can sit there, but I can't? I've been standing for three hours, and my feet are sore. Do you think I care about your health? It would be great if you died. If you're not gone, I can't sit down, and my feet will break. Fortunately, my acting is good. I'll use this opportunity to find a place to rest. When that short-lived ghost Ji Shiyou dies, it will be my son's turn to take over."
"Mom, Xinning was just being kind and worried about your health. Xiao You was in a car accident, who harmed him? What are you talking about?"
Seeing his wife's wronged expression, Ji Dechun immediately felt protective and quickly spoke up in her defense.
"Useless thing, your son's life is hanging in the balance inside, and you're not worried at all. You're still protecting that vixen. Are you worthy of Huiyin? With Xiao You around, you could indulge in your pleasures. If anything happens to Xiao You, can you manage the Ji Group?"
The old lady looked at her son, who had been spoiled by indulgence, with disappointment and regret. Ji Dechun was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He was fifty years old now and had never earned a penny, having been a parasite his entire life. In his youth, he was supported by his father. After his father passed away, his capable wife managed the company. When his wife died, Ji Dechun, who only knew about debauchery, was incapable of handling affairs, and the company was in turmoil, facing bankruptcy. However, he was a lucky man to have a good son. At nineteen, under the old lady's arrangement, Ji Shiyou took over the Ji Group. Within two years, he not only stabilized the Ji Group but also developed it into a vast commercial empire, now worth hundreds of billions.
"Grandma is right. Big brother has been inside for three hours. I don't think he can be saved. The company needs someone to manage it. Why don't we directly convene a board meeting and let our Shigong be the president?"
A heavily made-up woman, upon hearing the old lady mention the company, immediately perked up and jumped in to interject. Her name was He Ling, the wife of Ji Shigong, Ji Shiyou's half-brother.
"Say that again, and I'll tear your mouth off! What do you mean he can't be saved? I warn you, without Xiao You and his mother, there would be no Ji Group today. The company has nothing to do with you. Don't covet what doesn't belong to you. If you have any more improper thoughts, get out of the Ji family. Where is Shigong? With such a major incident happening to his brother, where is he?"
The old Mrs. Ji suddenly stood up, threw her prayer beads at He Ling's face, and shouted. He Ling's face burned, but she dared not touch it. She lowered her head, afraid to speak, but cursed inwardly. In the Ji family, she wasn't even afraid of her mother-in-law because she held something over her. But she feared the old Mrs. Ji, for despite her age, she was decisive and ruthless. She never tolerated any nonsense, and if she were pushed too far, she could truly expel her from the Ji family.
"Grandma, how is Big Brother? I was out of town meeting clients. When I heard about Big Brother's accident, I immediately booked the earliest flight back. I also contacted the top surgical specialists to operate on Big Brother, which is why I'm late. He Ling, why did you anger Grandma? Get out. You only know how to make Grandma angry. What time is it? You're so inconsiderate. Grandma has doted on you for nothing."
At this moment, a tall, long-legged, and kind-looking young man walked over. He was wearing a well-tailored sky-blue casual suit that perfectly showcased his good figure. With sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, he was the youngest son of the Ji family, Ji Shigong. Ji Dechun's genes were excellent, and Zhao Xinning, who could hold her own in the entertainment industry and be kept, was naturally a beauty. Ji Shigong had perfectly inherited their good looks. He wiped the sweat from his face, first scolding his wife away. Then, he introduced the middle-aged man who had entered with him to the old Mrs. Ji.
"Grandma, this is the internationally renowned surgical master Qi Chen. I'm late because I went to invite him to save Big Brother."
"Greetings, Old Mrs. Ji. Time is critical. Every minute now concerns Director Ji's life. I must enter the operating room immediately, or it will be too late."
Qi Chen, in his forties, was slightly balding and exuded an air of profound mystery.
"Good, good, good. Xiao Gong, you are indeed thoughtful. Brotherly affection, this is how it should be. I'll trouble you, Mr. Qi."
Hearing that the person before her could save her grandson, the old lady immediately agreed.
"Second Young Master, stop. No one is allowed to enter the operating room until the Eldest Young Master comes out."
Ji Shigong led Qi Chen, attempting to force his way into the operating room. Before they could approach the door, a cold voice rang out. Simultaneously, Ji Shigong felt something hard pressing against his waist.