Upstairs, Private Room 2601.
Murong Jing had just finished reporting to Beiming Yue when she heard the sound of an ambulance coming from outside the window.
"What's going on?" Beiming Yue frowned. "Why is there the sound of an ambulance?"
One couldn't hear the ambulance outside with the height and soundproofing of this private room. However, the three were experts and had sharp hearing. The sound was not loud, but they still heard it.
Murong Jing immediately thought of the scene downstairs and the man whose forehead bled. It was probably that guy who called the ambulance.
Murong Jing cursed in her heart. He could walk with such an injury, yet he still called an ambulance. Was he sick?
"Go and see what's going on," Beiming Yue ordered.
