"It looks serious, they might not save him. What's the use of money if you can't use it?"
Ye Lu felt like she was struck by lightning. She stopped breathing and stood stiffly there.
She was dumbfounded.
The surname Jun... The surname Jun... These three words were spinning around in her brain, leaving nothing else.
Was it him? His organs were failing and he needed to be resuscitated?
Yan Su once told her that his condition could deteriorate anytime, so she needed to keep a close eye on him.
"Where did they go? Which floor?" She rushed over, grabbing the person who said this by the hand, asking in a hoarse voice.
The man was shocked, turning his head to see a woman clutching his hand tightly, panic written all over her pale face.
"On, on the ninth floor, I just saw the elevator stop at the ninth floor. Young lady, are you okay? You're very pale."
Ye Lu didn't utter a word, let go of him, stumbled onto the elevator and frantically pressed the button for the ninth floor.
