The video call was abruptly terminated.
Yu Chiyin looked at the blackened phone screen, feeling a headache coming and scratching his hair, with his brows furrowing tightly.
Done for, this is life-threatening trouble!
First offense, second offense, impossible to placate now...
Movements abrupt, Yu Chinyin pulled at the wound on his chest, inhaling sharply from the pain with a low hiss.
In the corridor, Wang Qing was looking for him. Seeing him come round the corner from a distance, Wang Qing immediately went to meet him.
Only when he came closer did Wang Qing notice his pale complexion, halting his steps and hesitantly asking:
"Sir, Fan Shao vomited blood again just now, and the doctor urgently took him to the operating room. I immediately came to notify you."
Concerned, Wang Qing asked, "What happened to you?"
"It's nothing." Yu Chiyin indifferently replied, his mood irascible, and his tone far from pleasant.
