The papers he was holding flew and scattered on the floor. Yang cursed himself secretly. He bent down and picked it one by one. Although it was his fault in the first place, he forgot to grab his medicines earlier. It's because he was hurrying to catch up with Guang Jin's early visit.
He supported himself by leaning his other hand on the xerox machine and tried to take deep breaths. Trying to calm himself, he pulled his necktie to lessen the tight air inside his lungs.
It was almost a month, but he still needed to take those medicines because of his condition. After a couple of minutes, he continued what he was doing. 'I'm just going to pass this to the CEO Office then I will rest after,' he mumbled to himself.
