Meanwhile, in the East Sea Armed Police General Hospital, Huangfu Hongzhu, who had been awake all night, looked slightly pale. Despite her usually immaculate complexion, circles had formed under her eyes, and traces of blood vessels could be seen in her eyes.
Yang Yuan, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, stood gravely in front of Huangfu Hongzhu, saying worriedly: "Miss Huangfu, the situation indeed is severe. But we've kept the news from leaking and avoided any panic. We shouldn't have put in so much effort and still be unable to save anyone."
Hearing Yang Yuan's words, Huangfu Hongzhu's brows tightly knitted together.
Starting from yesterday noon, she had tried to mobilize her connections to rescue some direct line members. But after a day's effort, not only had no one been rescued, but she hadn't even caught a glimpse of anyone.
