Chapter 99 Dr. Song Is Far More Powerful Than He Imagined

The air in the hospital was so heavy it felt like you could wring water from it.

The local hospital’s medical capabilities had already reached their limit. The only option left for Lu Er was to arrange an immediate return to China.

Bai Zhi said, “The soonest flights require multiple transfers and take over two days.”

Given Ye Qingge’s precarious condition, that was essentially a gamble with her life.

“What should we do…” Lu Er spun around anxiously, at a loss.

With no other options, he reluctantly called Lu Chen.

“Hello?” Lu Chen’s voice was low and irritated, like someone woken abruptly.

Lu Er spoke quickly, explaining Ye Qingge’s situation in a rush: “Brother, can you arrange a private plane to pick her up?”

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds. “The group’s business in Africa is minimal. Private planes don’t usually fly there.”

“Even with an emergency request, international flights require takeoff and landing permissions from two countries, overflight rights, and diplomatic approvals. A single process like that would take at least three to five days.”

“Three to five days?” Lu Er felt his heart drop. His voice trembled with despair. “What should we do, brother? She can’t wait that long—she’ll die!”

Lu Chen sighed on the other end, his tone laced with exasperated sarcasm. “In the middle of the night, you don’t bother your boyfriend, but you come pester your own brother?”

“What, is your boyfriend just for show? Or is Song Jingmo completely useless, a handsome shell with no substance, good for nothing in a crisis?”

Lu Er was dumbfounded by this volley of criticism, his mind buzzing.

The whole trending scandal hadn’t even been cleared up yet—would Song Jingmo help him now?

With trembling hands, he redialed Song Jingmo’s number.

This time, the call was answered immediately.

“Er Er?” Song Jingmo’s voice was clear and steady, without a trace of sleepiness, as if he had been waiting for this call.

Hearing the familiar voice, Lu Er’s fragile composure collapsed, and he broke down crying. “Ye Qingge’s condition is very serious. We have to return immediately, but the flights… they can’t get her back in time.”

“Song Jingmo, I’m scared… what if she dies? I promised I’d help her, and her little brother is still waiting for her in the ICU…”

On the other end, Song Jingmo listened to the heartbreaking sobs, his heart aching and heavy.

“Er Er, don’t cry.”

“Don’t worry, don’t be afraid. I’ll handle this.”

“Stay put in the hospital, cooperate with the doctors, and wait for my update.”

After hanging up with Lu Er, Song Jingmo immediately called Qu Suaiwan.

The phone rang a few times before she answered, her voice still drowsy from just waking up. “Mo Mo? Such a late call—what’s going on?”

“Mom, sorry for disturbing you so late.”

Song Jingmo succinctly explained Ye Qingge’s critical condition and the urgent need for a private medical flight to return her to China.

“It’s urgent. A regular commercial flight won’t make it in time, and the private flight application process takes too long. Can you arrange an emergency route as soon as possible?”

He paused for emphasis: “It’s really urgent.”

Qu Suaiwan didn’t ask any unnecessary questions. “Don’t worry. Send me the basic information. I’ll contact the relevant departments immediately to request an emergency medical flight green channel and get her back to A City as fast as possible.”

“Thank you, Mom.”

A few hours later, Lu Er sat on the smoothly flying plane. Staring out at the dark night sky and the distant city lights below, his mind was still in a daze.

Bai Zhi’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Dr. Song is incredible! This is an international route, and he got it approved just like that!”

“Dr. Song’s influence isn’t just a little background—this is like having connections that reach the heavens.”

A small smile crept onto Lu Er’s lips, a sweet warmth filling his heart.

His Song Jingmo was far more powerful than he had imagined.

A City

Kangren Hospital had long been on high alert.

Song Jingmo coordinated a joint consultation with the hospital’s top obstetrics, cardiothoracic, and ICU specialists. The operating room and postoperative care unit were already prepared.

Inevitably, rumors circulated in the hospital.

“What’s going on with Dr. Song? All this fuss over that rival, Ye Qingge?”

“Is this moral repayment for past grievances?”

“I don’t get it… true love, maybe? Even for a rival, he’s going all out to save her?”

Song Jingmo ignored the whispers. Dressed in a white coat, he stood on the hospital’s rooftop helipad.

The night wind lifted strands of hair from his forehead as he gazed intently at the sky, waiting for her arrival.

After 10 p.m., with a tremendous roar, a plane painted with special markings landed smoothly.

As the cabin door opened, medical personnel hurried Ye Qingge to the operating room.

Lu Er nearly jumped down the stairs, disregarding everything, and threw himself into Song Jingmo’s arms.

He buried his face deep in the familiar scent of disinfectant and comfort, greedily inhaling it.

“Song Jingmo…” Lu Er’s voice was muffled, trembling with dependence.

Song Jingmo patted his back gently with one hand. “You’re home now.”

Lu Er lifted his head, his eyes still red. If not for all the doctors and nurses around, he would have grabbed Song Jingmo’s face and kissed him fiercely.

Resting Room

Lu Er told Song Jingmo everything: Ye Qingge being drugged, her accidental pregnancy, asking for help to conceal it, and her brother’s medical expenses.

“Now the internet is going crazy, saying we were involved, that she had a miscarriage for me…”

Frustrated, Lu Er ran his hands through his hair. “How should we handle this? Telling the truth would ruin her career, and her brother still needs money for treatment…”

Bai Zhi interjected, “The company is trying to suppress the trending topic, but it’s not very effective.”

Song Jingmo examined the medical report. “Ye Qingge’s main complaints were abdominal pain and vaginal bleeding, with pre-shock symptoms. Local hospital diagnosed it as a miscarriage and performed a curettage, which resulted in postoperative infection and bleeding complications.”

“Medically speaking, these symptoms are very similar to a corpus luteum rupture. Especially triggered by intense physical activity or a fall, it fully explains the situation.”

Bai Zhi’s eyes lit up. “This explains the surgery perfectly, avoids the sensitive pregnancy/miscarriage topic, and highlights Brother Lu’s kindness and care for colleagues.”

Lu Er looked at Song Jingmo with admiration. “Dr. Song, you’re a genius. Not only can you heal and save lives, you also handle public crises.”

Song Jingmo glanced at Lu Er’s shining eyes, full of admiration for him, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

“This is just one medical explanation. How we announce it publicly still needs to be discussed with Ye Qingge and her team, respecting her wishes.”

Lu Er snuggled closer. “Song Jingmo, how are you so amazing…”

Song Jingmo tilted his head, a faint smile flashing in his eyes, gently holding Lu Er’s slightly cold fingers.

“Ye Qingge’s assistant has arrived. Now, you obediently come back with me and sleep.”

Lu Er whined, “I can’t move.”

Song Jingmo squatted down. “Come on, get up.”