The next morning at seven o'clock, Luo Changde was rushed into the ICU.
When Luo Qinghe arrived, Luo Changde had not yet regained consciousness. At this time, her voice was the only sound that could be heard in the entire hospital corridor, "What exactly happened?"
"We haven't found out yet."
The man named Shen Yue was her new secretary, in his thirties, with a square face and crew cut, appearing stiff and serious.
"What about the surveillance?"
Shen Yue said, "The surveillance along that route is all malfunctioning."
All the surveillance malfunctioning meant that someone had done it on purpose.
At that moment, the door to the ward opened, and a nurse came out, "The patient is awake."
Luo Qinghe asked if she could visit.
The nurse said it was possible and led her to change into a sterile isolation gown.
Luo Changde had suffered a head injury and undergone a craniotomy. He had just woken up and was still wearing an oxygen mask, lying there with labored breaths.
