In the hospital conference room, Zheng Heng looked troubled.
"Stomach disease? Can stomach pain make one faint?" Zheng Heng growled, gritting his teeth, his voice was taut. "How should it be dealt with?"
"Primarily, he should have ample rest…" The leading doctor pondered as he crafted his words, "After all, this is a chronic disease, what's important is proper care."
"How long does this care take?"
"That's… hard to say."
Zheng Heng left the conference room with a gloomy expression.
After all, he was not an insensitive person. As it involved Zhou Yinghuai, his worry was genuine.
He pulled out his mobile phone, thought for a while before dialing Meng Yanxi's number.
At that time, Meng Yanxi had just dealt with Jiang Tan's instructions to himself. Seeing the call from Zheng Heng, he hesitated before picking it up.
"What happened?"
