Yin Xiaofan's heart sank—what he had feared had happened.
"Where are you now?" Yin Xiaofan asked urgently.
"I'm in the classroom," Wang Xinying said weakly.
"Okay, I know, don't worry; I'll be right there," Yin Xiaofan said, somewhat anxiously.
After hanging up the phone, Yin Xiaofan hurried out of the office, no longer caring about any guidance.
Wang Xinying's outbreak of cold poison was very dangerous. Saving Wang Xinying was urgent; as for the guide, it wouldn't kill him to wait another day.
If it had been a serious illness, she would probably have sought medical attention at the hospital long before now, rather than delay without any sign.
Jiang Zhenghai stepped out of the emergency room, finally having stabilized a patient who had gone into shock, and could take a breath of relief.
"Deputy Director, you're amazing—you saved a patient in shock in just a moment. I wonder when I'll have your skills," a young doctor said, full of admiration.
