Yan Rusheng rushed to the nurse and grabbed the phone. His daughter was calling.
Guilt struck him in a flash and the two workers crowded around him. "It's Old Bai's daughter calling."
"President Yan, let me answer the call."
One worker spoke up as he looked at Yan Rusheng.
Yan Rusheng nodded and passed the phone to him. The worker promptly answered, "Hello, I'm a colleague of your father. He has met with an accident during work, and he is now at the hospital."
"Don't panic first."
Yan Rusheng used his palms to wipe his face before he turned around to walk to the windows at the end of the corridor.
He stood at the windows, feeling extremely guilt-stricken as he gazed into the distance.
"Dad! Where is my dad?"
Once the elevator door opened, a little girl bolted for the operating theater. She stared at the three men and didn't know who to ask.
"Your father is in the operating theater."
