Just when the phone call was about to stop, Du Heng answered, "What's up, Gong?"
"Hurry back, we found him."
Good news! Du Heng's spirits lifted, and he immediately asked eagerly, "Where did you find him? Is he okay?"
"He's in his old house. He looks fine, but we can't wake him up."
Can't wake him up?
Du Heng's heart was like a roller coaster: one moment confused, the next happy, then puzzled. His blood pressure felt like it was rising.
"Gong, I don't quite understand what you mean." Du Heng was genuinely lost. "What do you mean he's fine but can't be woken up?"
Gong Daoyang, on the other end of the phone, sounded confused as well. "He's just like a normal person sleeping—breathing evenly, no injuries on his body. We've tried all sorts of methods. Even his son slapped him twice, but there was no response. He's still asleep."
Du Heng held the phone in one hand and pinched his cheek with the other; he still didn't quite understand.
"Then wait for me. I'll be back shortly."
