On the third floor of the hospital's inpatient department, a private room was crammed with medical staff and law enforcement officers.
Wu Gang knocked on the door of the ward and asked, "Excuse me, is Zeng Yu here?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" The gentle, soft-spoken woman who had previously phoned Wu Gang hurried over and said, "You must be Wu Gang, right?"
Wu Gang nodded, and as he approached the bedside and saw Zeng Yu in a coma, his brows furrowed, and he asked, "What exactly happened? How could Xiao Yu suddenly become like this?"
"Don't panic just yet!" The gentle woman comforted him for a moment, then pulled Wu Gang out of the ward and said, "Tonight, on a mission, Xia Yu, as a logistics member, was ambushed by the other side!"
Wu Gang wasn't particularly curious about Zeng Yu's job.
He asked with concern, "Can you tell me what Xia Yu's condition is now?"
"Xia Yu, she..." The gentle woman bit her lip, evidently hesitating.
