The early morning at S Hospital was very quiet, with the dawn light streaming through the gauze curtains brightening the entire corridor.
Fan Lingjue sat on the bench in the corridor, one hand propping up his groggy head, half-asleep and half-awake—
Having gone several days without proper rest, he felt an endless exhaustion, but he dared not fall deeply asleep, Fan Mu's condition was terrible, he could pass away at any time, the doctors had fought to save him again last night, and now he still hadn't woken up, the doctors had just gone in to check…
"President Fan, Secretary Zhu from Longteng just made a call, saying there's something important and he needs to see you in person."
Zhou Hui's voice suddenly came through.
Only then did Fan Lingjue take a breath, somewhat wearily lifting his head, his eyes already filled with bloodshot.
"What's the matter?"
He asked hoarsely.
