A few seconds later, a voice came through from the other end of the phone, a voice that was neither familiar nor unfamiliar to Xia Ning, it was Liang Tao's voice.
Xia Ning's meticulously sculpted eyebrows furrowed as she struggled to suppress her impatience and asked, "Where's He Xing, brother? Where is he, please let him take the call."
Liang Tao's characteristically husky voice came through, "Miss Xia, I'm afraid He Xing can't take your call right now, he's in the Emergency Room."
Xia Ning didn't hear a word Liang Tao said after that, all she could think about was that He Xing was in the Emergency Room.
Previously, Xia Ning had only heard the phrase "the sky is falling," but she never knew what it felt like. Now, she understood—it was as if nothing was weighing you down, yet your legs felt weak, making even standing up difficult.
Xia Ning hastily called Xia Cheng, asking him to stay with their father, while she herself rushed to the hospital where He Xing was.
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