"Who exactly was that, Young Master?"
Mo San looked at the rear view mirror and saw that the car was gone. He then sighed in relief.
"I don't know."
In the hospital, Lan Anran was still taking care of Lan Tingyun.
She took Lan Tingyun's pulse again and found that it had become stronger. Just then, Li Gang came in with the test report.
"Anran, Deputy Director Li, Director Lan's cerebral CT has come out. The blood clot has visibly shrunk, but the blood flow in his brain has also increased. Director Lan is old, and we don't know if the blood vessels in his brain can take it."
Li Gang was worried.
"It's alright, I can adjust a smaller dose for Dad."
Lan Anran looked at the image and sighed in relief. This was undoubtedly a sign of improvement.
Suddenly!
Lan Tingyun started to convulse all over, his eyes rolled backwards and the ECG beside him kept ringing.
"Crap!"
