"What did you say? Stroke! Bai Xiaocheng, say that again!" Hearing this news, Zheng Honghu suddenly stood, slamming his palm on the table, so forcefully that the lid of the teacup jumped.
The piercing voice through the phone truly gave Bai Xiaocheng a shudder.
Zheng Honghu's previous calm and detached demeanor was swept away, replaced by shock and urgency.
Although they were half-brothers, Zheng Qinghong was his blood brother after all!
"Mr. Zheng, don't be too anxious, don't get too excited. The doctor said it's a mild, mild stroke! It was just induced by excessive fatigue, and it was detected very promptly! It's not difficult to recover!" Bai Xiaocheng quickly explained over the phone.
If he didn't clarify quickly, who knows how Zheng Honghu might explode in anger, and even he, the bearer of the news, might be affected.
"Mild, and he can recover?!"
