Luo Haiming slammed the door as he left, angrily departing Huading.
The loud slamming sound startled Zhou Hui, who was outside, fearing something might happen, so he stayed by the door, worried about some unforeseen event occurring inside.
As soon as Luo Haiming walked out, Zhou Hui quickly entered.
"Mr. Fan, are you alright?"
Zhou Hui rushed over to Fan Lingjue, who sat slumped in the chair motionless, and asked hastily.
Fan Lingjue, holding his head, furrowed his brow tightly, his face a mix of pale and ashen, visibly enduring great pain.
"Mr. Fan! Mr. Fan!"
Zhou Hui, seeing this change in complexion, immediately went forward.
Fan Lingjue tried to open his eyes with difficulty and glanced at him. He leaned on the table trying to stand up, but the sharp pain surging through his head made his vision blacken, and his body suddenly fell heavily back into the chair.
"Mr. Fan, what's wrong with you! What happened?"
Zhou Hui, frantic, helped Fan Lingjue up while asking.
