Behind him, a shrill scream from Zhou Zining tore through the door and pierced his ears.
Bo Shuxian's body swayed. He didn't turn around but leaned against the wall for a moment, unable to pinpoint where the discomfort lay, yet instinctively bent over as if the pain in his chest made it impossible for him to stand upright, though he didn't touch it even once.
A moment later, he got up and left.
He didn't immediately exit the hospital but instead headed to the smoking area.
It wasn't too late yet, and a few male family members were smoking there.
Bo Shuxian found a corner by the window, where the half-human-height decoration conveniently shielded him.
