Tang Zui put down his cell phone and quickly headed to the headquarters of Long Corporation. When he reached the director's office, he looked at Long Sijue nervously. "You're injured? Where? Let me take a look at it."
Long Sijue did not pay any attention to him as he continued with the work at hand.
Tang Zui's gaze finally fell upon Long Sijue's hand. Long Sijue had bundled his palm with a piece of cloth that he had found somewhere, and blood had already soaked through it.
His face was pale too. From just a glance, Tang Zui could tell that it was a result of excessive blood loss.
Tang Zui immediately called Zi Fan in to dress Long Sijue's wound.
"There's no need, I'm fine." Long Sijue sounded indifferent when he spoke. His cold expression halted Zi Fan in her tracks, and she did not dare to approach him.
"Jue, let's not be stubborn anymore, alright?" It only took one glance for Tang Zui to know that his injury was quite serious.
