Soon, the medical staff at the hospital had everything ready.
Jiang Peiyao's younger brother, Jiang Ping'an, was wheeled out on a hospital bed and taken toward the ambulance.
As they passed by, Xu Yun took a look.
This was the first time he had seen the boy.
The six-year-old boy had delicate features. Dressed in a hospital gown, he lay quietly on the bed.
His frail body was covered in tubes, all his hair had fallen out, and his face was deathly pale.
After Xu Yun gave the doctor the address, he got into his car and followed them.
With the ambulance siren wailing, their journey to the airport was relatively clear.
Someone had already been assigned to wait for them in the airport parking lot.
Once they met and confirmed their identities, the contact person immediately led the ambulance through a special access gate and drove onto the tarmac.
The parking area for private jets was separate from that of commercial airliners.
