From the moment Chen Cang entered the office, he sensed a repressive atmosphere. Everyone was deep in thought, tangled in their concerns.
The agent was contacting the company, and the company was contacting the insurance company.
The person in charge of this performance's organizing committee was beside himself with worry, who knew how such a big light could malfunction?
Gradually, experts from the major hospitals in Anyang City in the field of hand surgery entered the office.
Seated there, Xing Yu thought about the day's events, and he couldn't help but shudder with residual fear. It wasn't just his hand at stake; he had nearly lost his life. With this thought, he sighed involuntarily but reflected on his hands and couldn't help but give a bitter smile. How crucial are a pair of hands for a pianist?
One didn't need to think twice to know!
Whenever Xing Yu dwelt on this, he dared not let his thoughts wander further. Could it be that his career was over just as it had begun?
