Chapter 230: Can You Hear My Voice, Shepherd of the People?

g and healthy. He didn't look like someone who would catch a cold.To even suggest that he was afraid of infecting her, as if Master Jun had ever suffered from headaches before and only wished to trea...A golden lightning bolt, like a flash in the pitch-black sky, split the darkness. Thunder boomed, and finally, heavy rain poured down with a roar.

In the room, Qiao Ba'er trembled as she clutched the internal phone by her bed. Her heart raced wildly, erratically beating. She screamed into the mouthpiece, each shout echoing the deafening thunderclaps.

"...His master was panting heavily, his temperature was very high, and he couldn't be woken up..."

Her face was pale, she knelt on the bed, constantly telling herself to stay calm, to stay calm, he would be fine, he was usually very healthy.

How could it be, how could it suddenly become ill.

But Qiao Bao'er's hands trembled uncontrollably, her body instinctively afraid. She tensed her nerves, climbed onto the bed and immediately started CPR on him. His body was burning hot, she pressed down on his chest repeatedly, tears welling up in her eyes with urgency.

He'll be awake soon, Junzhimu is usually very healthy, nothing will happen, it won't...

When Granny Jun's group rushed in, Dr. Jun and the old butler immediately signaled her to step aside. Qiao Bao'er stood on the side, afraid she might disturb them. At this moment, she felt like she was in a dream, with a blank mind.

"Yes, there's a heartbeat... Her temperature is too high, we need to cool her down immediately. Get the IV fluids here quickly..."

"This, just put the medicine under his tongue and have him hold it…"

The thunder outside roared, and lightning flashed behind the drawn curtains. There was also the commotion of Fang Auntie and her group of servants and doctors arguing. Everything before my eyes was in disarray. Everyone was so panicked they could hardly breathe, speaking in short, broken sentences.

"Now is not the time to move him, hurry and bring up all the medicine..."

The doctor shouted urgently, then hastily bent down and used a flashlight to pry open Junzhi Mu's eyelids to examine his pupils. Shortly after, a group of people pushed in through the door, pushing a metal frame with four or five glass vials filled with fluids that were swaying back and forth. They also carried large medical instruments laden with syringes, disinfectants, and numerous pharmaceutical supplies bearing special characters.

Qiao Bao'er stood quietly in the corner, her body stiff and tense, afraid to even breathe. Her eyes were fixed on the bed, not daring to blink, for fear that if she did, something...

She felt like everything was unreal. She had just been talking to Jun Zhi Mu, and he seemed fine, healthy...

He's just overworked, and he only gets the occasional headache. He can easily lift her with one arm; he's such a strong person, nothing will happen to him.

Her eyes were slightly red, holding back tears, she repeatedly told herself, he would be fine.

The shepherd must not have anything wrong.

"Glycerol."

She suddenly looked at a small vial with a metal stand next to the bed, and her expression gradually became shocked. She took a step forward and grabbed Fang's mother's arm.

"This, this medicine, why did Junzhimu inject mannitol Isn't he suffering from a headache"

Xylitol is a commonly used medication in neurology. Qiao Baier, who studied clinical medicine at Jo Baoer University, knows that it is primarily used to reduce intracranial pressure and prevent brain swelling.

"He has to regain consciousness, he absolutely must wake up..."

She turned to look, the doctor over there quickly jabbed Jun Zhi Mu's arm with a needle, icy medicine dripping into his veins.

"Madam, please go out first. There's a doctor here, Young Master Zhimu will be fine." Fang Da Ma pushed her towards the room, Qiao Baier stopped, her expression grave, unwilling to leave.

"You're pregnant, you have to take care of yourself..."

Fang Da Ma gently advised her again in her ear, while the doctor beside the bed bent down and whispered softly into Jun Zhi Mu's ear.

"Jun Shao…"

"Jun Shao, can you hear my voice"

Jun Zhimu's hand, which was pricked by needles, twitched slightly. Because there were too many people around, Qiao Baoer hadn't noticed that she had already been dragged away by Fang Da Ma.

"Grandpa."

As soon as he stepped out of the room, Old Master Jun, with his cane in hand, hurried over from the staircase. His Tang suit had two buttons undone, and his hair was damp from the rain outside. Seeing this venerable elder arrive calmed everyone's hearts.

"Mr. Old Man, Dr. Mo is giving Mr. Zhi Mu an intravenous drip. He said that if Master can regain consciousness, he'll be fine..." Aunt Fang spoke quickly, her voice trembling with worry as she immediately reported the situation to the elder.

However, the old man's first action was not to rush into the room to check on Jun Zhi Mu, but instead turned his head, a pair of sharp eyes fixed fiercely on Qiao Bao'er's face.

Take her away.

A raspy, aged voice suddenly barked an order.

Fang Da Ma couldn't understand what the order meant. Qiao Bao'er herself hadn't come to her senses. She was already being flanked by two tall male servants of the Jun family on either side, "Grandpa..." Her expression was terrified, and her body instinctively struggled.

Two male servants were very strong, lifting her body into the air and carrying her down the stairs directly.

She turned her head, unwilling to look at the top of the stairs, and pleaded with him, "Grandpa, I won't disturb you, I'll just stand here on the side and wait until Junzhi Mu is better. Then I'll go in, I won't make a sound. I'm really worried about him, I won't leave... Where do you want me to go!"

She was half-dragged down the stairs all the way, walking towards the front door. A torrential rain lashed down, icy raindrops driven by the fierce wind, soaking half of her body instantly. Her face and clothes were dripping wet.

"Master, this, where are you taking her to"

Nearby, Fang Da Ma anxiously protected her, yet dared not intervene. She raised her head and urgently called out to the elderly person upstairs.

"Master, the weather is too bad today, with heavy rain and thunder. It's not suitable for her to be outside, especially since she's pregnant..."

There was no response, only the old man's eyes growing increasingly sharp as they stared at the doorway.

"Madam, please get in the car." The old butler was already standing at the gate of Dongyuan, and a champagne gold Rolls-Royce had its back door open.

Such a luxury car now appeared to Qiao Bao'er more like a terrifying abyss, "I won't go..."

"What do you want me to do Where do you want me to go"

"I'm not going anywhere, let me go, let me go!"

She was wrestling with the car door, her hands gripping it tightly. The icy rain had soaked her through and through, dripping from her long hair onto her shoulders. Her face was numb, her red lips parted in a furious protest, “I won’t leave.”

"Sister-in-law." On the left corridor, Jun Zhiyan and Jiang Meili also rushed over in a hurry. When Jun Zhiyan saw Qiao Bao'er drenched and embarrassedly dragged into the rain, she cried out in surprise.

Jiang Meili was also very surprised to see this.

"Take the person away immediately!"

The old man on the second floor, hearing these noises, repeated his order impatiently.

Qiao Bao'er raised her head and shouted towards the second floor, "Why, why!" Her heart was colder than this icy rain.

"I won't leave, I said I'm not going anywhere. I promised Jun Zhimu, I won't leave—"

"That's not up to you."

She wore a stiff expression, staring at the elderly butler before her. Qiao Bao'er had never realized before that Guan Butler was never an amicable person; his voice was as emotionless as a machine. He glanced at the several male servants beside her, using such force that it nearly broke her finger. The pain was unbearable, and she couldn't resist their strength as they forcibly shoved her into the car.

"Let me out, let me out!" she cried, her eyes red with panic. She desperately twisted the car door handle and pounded on the window.

And all of this was in vain.

Junzhiyan and Grandma Fang stood there, their expressions complex and terrified as they watched the car door slam shut. The luxurious vehicle roared to life and vanished in the rain-swept night, illuminated by flashes of lightning.

“It was Qiao Bao’er who herself wanted to leave, did you hear that!” A stern reprimand, leaving no room for resistance.

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