"Where, where?"
"Follow them! Quick!"
The reporters immediately chased in the direction Lu Hang pointed. The reporters on the second and third floor heard the commotion and also chased after them.
Soon, there were only a few people left in the area. Lu Heting calmly walked toward Su Bei's ward. However, his quick pace and the expression on his face showed his worry.
He pushed open the door to the ward. Su Bei had just closed her eyes when she saw him. She asked in surprise, "Lu Heting, how did you come here so fast?"
"I was already downstairs when I received your call." Lu Heting walked over and hugged her. "Bei Bei."
Su Bei lay on his shoulder and took the initiative to report her injury. "I'm fine. They're just abrasions, and my arm is dislocated. I've already treated it."
"Who did this?" Lu Heting's voice was cold enough to kill.
