"Miss Ji? I am your father's attending doctor, Liu Ming." The other party's voice was very low, and there was the regular ticking of the monitor in the background, like some kind of countdown.
"Your father suffered a massive cerebral infarction an hour ago. He is currently in a coma and is in critical condition."
Ji Wan's fingers tightened on the cold glass, her knuckles turning white. The light outside the window flickered.
"Before he passed out, his consciousness was blurred and he said a few words repeatedly." Dr. Liu spoke faster. "We recorded it. The most important sentence is: 'Recall Ji Wan immediately as acting CEO.' It was repeated three times. Miss Ji, at the group... We can't contact the person who can make the decision, so we can only call you directly."
The phone was hung up.
The silence came back, heavier than before, smelling of disinfectant and crisis.
Almost at the same time, the screen of the tablet computer she placed on the workbench lit up, and the title of the news push came into view like a blood-red pop-up window: [Qiming Group's financial black hole is suspected of being exposed, and the stock price plummeted 17% after the market closed! ] Immediately afterwards, the private mailbox dinged, and an encrypted email from the lawyer arrived with a cold title: [Urgent: Risk warning about your personal trust fund triggering the liquidation line].
The content of the email was concise and cruel: Since her personal assets were highly tied to the group, the group's credit collapse had directly penetrated her personal finances, and she was on the verge of bankruptcy.
