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Night fell again.

The moment Secretary Zhang received the call, he calmly called for an ambulance and reported the accident to the police. Then he quickly headed to the scene himself.

Knowing how serious the situation was from Gu Shaoting’s weak voice, Secretary Zhang was in a state of panic. Since Mr. Gu had instructed him not to inform Shu Pan, he decided to call He Ming.

Mr. Gu and Vice President He were good friends, so informing He Ming was the best course of action.

“Vice President He, Mr. Gu has had a car accident in France. I’m on my way to the scene now. It seems serious. Mr. Gu called me but then there was no sound. I tried calling back, but there was no answer.” Secretary Zhang’s words were jumbled due to his anxiety.

“What? Shaoting had a car accident? How did this happen? Get to the scene immediately and see what’s going on,” He Ming was shocked.

“And don’t tell Madam Gu. Mr. Gu specifically instructed that.” Secretary Zhang reminded.

“Understood,” He Ming agreed. He wouldn’t dare inform Shu Pan, especially since she was pregnant. The shock could be dangerous for her.

Secretary Zhang arrived at the scene as quickly as possible. The sight was something he’d never forget—a horrific collision between a small car and a large truck. The front of the small car was utterly destroyed, unrecognizable.

Without hesitation, he rushed over to find Gu Shaoting trapped inside, his shirt soaked with blood, unconscious.

“Mr. Gu…” Secretary Zhang called out several times, but there was no response.

Just then, the police and ambulance arrived.

Working together, they managed to lift Gu Shaoting onto the ambulance.

Realizing the severity of the situation, Secretary Zhang quickly contacted He Ming.

“Vice President He, please come immediately. Mr. Gu’s condition is critical. The rain reduced visibility, and his car collided with a truck. The car is severely damaged, and he’s unconscious. They’re trying to save him now.” Secretary Zhang’s voice was choked with emotion, his eyes red.

“I understand, Secretary Zhang. I’ve booked the earliest flight. I’ll be there as soon as possible. Please handle things over there for now.” He Ming instructed quickly.

Telling Shaoting’s family would have to wait until He Ming could assess the situation himself.

“Alright. I’ll take care of things here. Mr. Gu is a good man; he’ll pull through.” Secretary Zhang felt a bit reassured after speaking with He Ming.

He watched the light above the operating room, heart pounding with every second it remained lit.

Pacing in front of the operating room, his eyes never left the door, silently praying for Mr. Gu’s safety.

Time seemed to drag endlessly, but finally, the operating room light went off, and several doctors in white coats emerged.

Secretary Zhang rushed up to them, “Doctor, how is he?”

The lead doctor removed his mask, his expression grave. “The patient hasn’t woken up yet and hasn’t passed the critical stage. We’ll have to wait until he regains consciousness for a thorough assessment.”

Secretary Zhang felt his heart sink. “Doctor, when will he wake up?”

Understanding his concern, the doctor tried to offer some comfort. “Hopefully by tomorrow.”