The VIP ward area on the top floor of the hospital is known for its privacy and tranquility.
Thick carpets are laid in the corridors, enough to absorb any noise.
But at this moment, it appeared exceptionally noisy here.
Nurses hurriedly pushed carts with instruments, with syringes, medicine bottles, and monitors placed in the trolleys, busy changing IV drips for various wards.
Doors to the wards were being opened frequently as doctors, with solemn expressions, entered and exited, whispering to each other.
Suppressed groans, cries of pain, and anxious inquiries from family members mixed together, enveloping the entire floor with an atmosphere of panic.
Fang Cheng, Bai Ling, and Pan Wendi had just stepped out of the elevator when Lin Chuqiao immediately approached them.
"You finally came back."
The relief in her voice brought a slight relaxation to her previously tense face.
"What happened?"
Fang Cheng scanned the chaos before him, asking solemnly:
