Shi Yihan propped himself up on the head of the bed, waiting for an extreme wave of dizziness to pass. He then raised his head to look at Xia Yang, asking hoarsely, "How is she? Tell me quickly!"
His worry and anxiety were palpable.
Xia Yang hurriedly reached out to support him, "The mistress is fine, Boss. You should lie down first. The doctor said that your wound has induced a fever. You won't be able to get out of bed for the next few days..."
"Is this your first day following me? Is this minor injury really worth such a fuss?" Shi Yihan interrupted him coldly, pulling out the IV drip from his hand.
The murderous intent in his frosty eyes was slowly rising while his entire body was covered with a bone-chilling cold. He instructed Xia Yang, "Bring me all the recent information about the investigation on the old man."
Xia Yang was extremely worried for him. He had been shot and was running a fever, yet he still insisted on working. Despite his worries, he nodded, "Yes, Boss!"
