40 minutes later.
A helicopter circled in the air, looking for a safe place to land. The constant whir of its turboprop engine woke the patient in the bed.
Down came a middle-aged chief doctor and a young nurse.
The former was surnamed Fang, Director Fang.
Having summoned a medical professional so swiftly, could it be someone senior from a hospital? The mediocre doctors from the hotel and the landlady were shocked for quite some time before leaving the room one after another.
Before entering the room, Director Fang glanced at the magnate standing by the French window, momentarily lost in thought, before he turned to check on the patient, putting on his stethoscope for the examination.
One minute later, Director Fang spoke, "The temperature here is minus twenty degrees. Be careful, inflammation, catching cold, high fever, overexertion."
The way he spoke, it was as if there was a whole list of culprits.
