Xu Lan had a frown on his face when he anxiously called out to the man. He then looked at the stretcher. With eyes wide open, he took deep, bellow-like breaths, and his mouth was spitting out white foam.
'Oh f*ck, what the hell happened?' Xu Lan looked at Meng Chengjun suspiciously and thought. After the stretcher was sent into the operation room, the doctors and nurses lowered their heads and uttered something under their breaths. The door was then promptly closed shut.
Having sent Bai Wu back to the ward, he asked a few simple questions, then left Ka Daiwen there and rushed back over to Meng Chengjun.
"What's the story here?" At first, Meng Chengjun was unable to recognize Xu Lan, mainly because the latter was much thinner than before, and compared to a month ago, his appearance seemed to have aged by a few years.
