Chapter 047: I’ll Pay Anything to Save My Child

“Everyone, first save my child! I’m begging you!”

Some still-sleeping members were awakened by the urgent plea.

“I’ll help you first. Green Pine, does anyone have his number? Call him and ask him to come pick someone up. No matter how much, I’ll pay. What’s the patient’s room number? I’ll go over right now,” Wang Qiqi said in the group chat.

“We’re in Building 13, Room 501.”

Wang Dazhao, Building 1: “I have the number. Just called Green Pine and asked him to come rescue. He said he’d risk his life to come out if we paid 60,000 yuan, otherwise he wouldn’t. The last few times I took his black car, he kept overcharging.”

Young Mother with Kids, Building 13: (voice message) “Give it to us, we’ll pay. Please come quickly to save my child!”

Wang Dazhao, Building 1: “Then hold on a bit longer. It’d take at least half an hour for him to come from the city.”

Wang Cuihua: (voice message) “People nowadays are so money-driven.”

The chat ended here—these were messages from just a few minutes ago. Jing Shu went downstairs to her father’s bedroom but heard no sounds inside. She thought the adults might hold on, but with a child involved, it was much harder.

A child is the hope for the continuation of life, especially in the apocalypse. Even for Jing Shu, who was accustomed to life and death, she hoped more children would survive. Moreover, for her, saving a family of three was just a small effort.

With this thought, Jing Shu sent messages while quickly putting on her clothes, applying essential oils, and donning her one-piece protective suit. Her priority was to save others without getting herself involved or causing chaos.

“@Wang Dazhao, Building 1, tell him not to come.”

“@Young Mother with Kids, I have an electric car. I’ll take you to the hospital now for free. Just come downstairs; I’m waiting for you in Building 13. @Wang Qiqi, please follow and take care of them.”

Jing Shu’s messages hit the group like cannonballs, causing a significant stir.

Wang Dazhao, Building 1: “@Jing Shu from the Villa Area, got it! I’m going to call him right away! So the electric car is yours. Awesome!”

Wang Cuihua: (voice message) “There are still good people out there. I hope the child is okay.”

Jing Shu also applied essential oils to her car lights. Wang Qiqi, the stout guy, helped carry the woman holding the child down. Both had messy hair and haggard, darkened faces. The woman was already crying her eyes out. Jing Shu quickly helped her into the car, and the group of five rushed to the nearest hospital. Jing Shu pressed the accelerator to the floor, speeding down the road.

“Just you alone?” Wang Qiqi was surprised. Previously, their family seemed ordinary, but now they appeared extraordinary. The only electric car owner in the entire community lived in the villa area yet remained so low-key. At such a critical moment, she risked her life to help others without asking for any rewards. It truly proved the saying: “Sometimes, the wealthier people have more integrity.”

“I only disturbed them because my mother needed to work at four o’clock. I’m fine alone,” Jing Shu replied.

Electric cars above 60 km/h would switch to gasoline. Now, the speed had already surged to 110 km/h. The young couple in the car were so focused on the child that they didn’t notice Wang Qiqi paying attention. He didn’t say anything or ask about the car’s fuel at such a critical moment.

Soon, Wang Qiqi was distracted again. Jing Shu’s clean one-piece suit kept her thoroughly protected, and the car’s interior was spotless with a faint scent of essential oils. Wang Qiqi subtly lifted his own dirty backside, trying to keep it away from the clean seats, wanting to lose less face.

“You can sit down; it’s okay,” Jing Shu braked hard, turned a corner, and then floored the accelerator again. Wang Qiqi crashed into the door frame.

In pain, Wang Qiqi opened his mouth wide, feeling even more embarrassed. He gently sat back down on the cursed seat.

They soon arrived at the nearest Yuewen Hospital. The overnight lights attracted countless Black Fungus Beetles above, and night patrols kept spraying insect repellent.

After passing through two security checks, Jing Shu understood what her mother meant by there being no available spots—everyone was packed in, unable to move. People relied on crowding and squeezing their way through.

The hospital wasn’t very loud; no one dared to speak loudly. A large LCD screen displayed: “Those who exceed 50 decibels will be asked to leave the hospital. Critical patients, please directly register as critical.”

Jing Shu wondered if no one dared to speak loudly because they didn’t know how loud 50 decibels really was. As someone with a poor academic background, she wasn’t sure.

However, she was still dumbfounded by the scene. So many people stood while getting IV drips—an impressive sight.

The security lady at the entrance tugged at the confused group, handing them a number paper with “098” written on it and pointing to a window to wait in line. The young couple almost cried in distress. Jing Shu quickly explained, “This child is in critical condition and needs to be registered as a critical patient.”

Holding the unconscious child, Jing Shu led the weak couple, and the security lady took them to the critical area.

Wang Qiqi stood back to wait for ordinary numbers and notified Jing Shu once there was news. Along the way, the couple cried softly, expressing their gratitude.

The critical area was even worse, with many people lying horizontally, some already dead, some on the brink, and others still being resuscitated. The scene was chaotic, and the doctors looked exhausted, bloodshot eyes from staying up all night.

Fortunately, a doctor soon came out to attend to them. Without a word, he began a series of life-saving treatments and finally hooked the child up to an IV drip, saying, “If you don’t wake up within half an hour, the chances of survival are very low.” He then turned around to attend to other patients with viral influenza.

Everyone here was either in an emergency or on the verge of death; the doctors didn’t even have time to talk.

The mother of the user with the child fainted on the spot. After another round of chaos, only Jing Shu remained in the noisy hospital with the small child.

Jing Shu was too familiar with the surroundings—the look of despair, the numb tears… In her previous life, Jing Shu’s mother also suffered from severe heatstroke. They were rushed to the hospital, and even though they were saved by fate, Jing Shu was truly grateful to the heavens.

Half an hour passed quickly. Jing Shu shifted her focus to the child. Although a bit dirty, he was still cute. At that moment, his face was pale, eyes closed, and completely unconscious.

Thinking of feeding the child some diluted spiritual spring water, Jing Shu waited another ten minutes with no reaction. Forty minutes had passed with no signs of waking up. Sighing, she decided to take a desperate measure and forced a drop of spiritual spring water onto him.

Then, five minutes later, a sudden cry echoed through the entire critical area. Jing Shu was caught off guard as the doctor came over to check again, saying, “The medication effect shouldn’t be this fast. How did he recover? You can give him something to eat now.”

Jing Shu hurriedly fed him an entire bottle of milk. Still not satisfied, she fed the couple all the food they had brought, and the child still wasn’t satisfied. Jing Shu knew this was the effect of the spiritual spring water.

“So spiritual spring water can actually save people.” This unexpected incident seemed to have revealed something incredible to Jing Shu.

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Author’s Note:

I’ll update twice more! Additional chapters at 3 PM and 7 PM. Thanks to Rain God, Q District’s Tong, and Yan Weier for their support. Donations appreciated, mwah~ ��