This time, the media is no longer chasing shadows, Bill Huo was officially transferred to the intensive care unit, and the hospital issued a notice of critical illness at the same time.
As soon as the news came out, Feng Gao, the vice president of JS Group, rushed to the hospital with a group of senior officials and asked Mrs. Old Huo to sign an agency agreement and hand over the management right of the company.
Mrs. Old Huo gritted her teeth and refused to let go. The scene was once deadlocked.
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In the evening, just as Andy Jian went out, he was stopped at the gate of the community by a black supercar.
The window came down, revealing Peter Pei's anxious face.
'Little sister, get in the car!'
'Where to?' Andy Jian asked.
'Bill is critically ill. Let's go together.' Peter Pei said.
'I won't go.' Andy Jian looked down and said hesitantly, 'I went to see it a few days ago, but he's fine. The critical illness is a gimmick deliberately made by the media.'
'It was indeed a rumor before, but today it's really getting worse. Now it's estimated that it's still being rescued!' Peter unfastened his seat belt and got off the bus, and opened the passenger's door.
'Impossible,' Andy Jian didn't believe it. 'He came to see me in the afternoon, when he was still fine ...'
Andy Jian, the more he talks, the less confident he is.
All right? She's not sure.
At that time, they were standing outside the door, and she only shook her eyes, remembering that Bill Huo didn't look well. Was it already very serious at that time?
Andy Jian suddenly felt guilty. It's such a long way from the hospital to here. She should at least let him in and have a rest.
'I had a quarrel with the old lady when I went back from you. Up to now, the second notice of critical illness has been issued.' Peter Pei raised his hand and gently put it on her shoulder. 'I'm still saying that when it's gone, I'll know what it is. By then, it will be too late.'
Andy Jian tilted his head to his eyes. After a few seconds, he got into the car and fastened his seat belt.
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Andy Jian and Peter Pei got out of the elevator, turned the corner and saw people everywhere in the corridor.
These people are dressed in suits and ties one by one, and they are obviously golden collars that often go in and out of high-grade office buildings.
Further away, there are a few men and women dressed in gold and silver, whispering together, their faces full of the shrewdness and calculation of ordinary citizens.
Mrs. Old Huo was sitting on a bench facing outside the operating room, Feng Gao was standing right in front of her, holding a file in his hand and hanging in front of the old lady. He looked earnest and was whispering something, but the old lady didn't respond at all.
'A group of bloodsucking leeches, falling into the rain, all want Bill to die soon.' Peter Pei didn't get angry.
Andy Jian thinks that the other person's eating style is too ugly, and subconsciously wants to go and defend Mrs. Old Huo.
Peter grabbed her, shook his head and motioned for her not to get into trouble.
When he was reminded, Andy Jian remembered that he did not mind his own business, so he stood quietly in the distance to observe the situation.
After about half an hour, the operating light went out and Dr. Gu came out from the inside.
'Mr. Huo's life is no longer in danger.'
Mrs. Oldhao breathed a sigh of relief before she came back to life.
Mrs. Oldhao nodded slightly. In this situation, it's really more worry-free to have professional protection.
'What about the company?' Feng Gao was impatient. 'Bill Huo didn't say how the company arranged it?'
He insisted that Bill Huo couldn't wake up, and even changed his address.
'said.' Sunglasses calmly said, 'Mr. Huo said that as long as the shares of the Huo Family remain unchanged, the top management of the company can elect competent people to manage it temporarily.'
Smell speech, Feng Gao hooked his lips comfortably.
Bill Hu is still young after all, thinking that the company can't change the sky when the shares are in hand, but he has plenty of ways to dilute the shares. Although it takes more effort, now with Bill Hu, he is justified and has plenty of time!
Thinking of this, he turned his head and left with a group of followers.
'This guy with a high surname doesn't even bother to pretend, saying he voted for it. Actually, it's not his Feng Gao who has the final say!'
'Hey, the Huo Family will have a hard time in the future.'
'What are you afraid of? It's always our company's or our family's. When Bill wakes up, we'll still eat and drink spicy food!'
The relatives of the Huo Family have their own schemes, but Mrs. Old Huo is full of worries, and always feels that there will be endless troubles.
When relatives and Feng Gao's people were gone, Peter Pei led Andy Jian to greet him.
'Grandma, take care of yourself.'
Peter and Bill Huo are peers, and they are brothers. They have been called this since childhood.
'You have a heart.' Mrs. Oldhao promised with a warm voice, turned around and saw Andy Jian also there, and his face immediately changed.

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