As soon as the phone was answered, Feng Youjia's anxious voice was heard, "Second Young Master, the Eldest Young Master's poison has flared up in the office. He's collapsed on the floor in great pain, please come quickly."
Zuo Mufeng frowned upon hearing this, not expecting the virus to act so rapidly.
"I will get there immediately, take good care of my elder brother," he said.
Zuo Mufeng knew his elder brother's intentions, this matter should be kept low-key and confidential.
He didn't even bring a doctor, just drove swiftly to Zhuo Group.
Feng Youjia tried to help Zhuo Junyue up, but he simply couldn't move.
He'd never seen the Eldest Young Master in such agony, not even when he was in a car accident years ago.
No wonder he had prepared everything for what might come after him.
Eldest Young Master must have felt that he might not make it this time.
Now, the frequency of the virus' flare-ups was getting shorter, and the duration of each attack, longer and longer.
