Ji Qingyan was stunned as her mind went blank.
"What are you talking about…"
"We're at the hospital in Yanjing. He, he can't make it… If you come over now, you can still see him one last time."
"How could this be? How could he not be able to make it?"
Ji Qingyan raised her voice, almost screaming.
"He was injured by a bomb… If you don't come, you really won't be able to see anything…"
"I-I'll go over now. Wait for me!"
"Zong Yuan has already sent a car to pick you up. There's a private plane at the airport. Come quickly…"
With her phone in hand, she dashed toward the door.
Thump!
Ji Qingyan stumbled and fell to the ground. Her knees hit the ground hard, but she scrambled to her feet and rushed downstairs as if her life depended on it.
Three hours later, it was already dawn.
The crowded Union Medical Hospital was no longer crowded.
