"Doctor Han, how is the president doing?"
Upon seeing the door open, Li Xing hurriedly rushed over.
"How long has he been lying there like a corpse?"
Han Jin asked.
"It's been six hours, the president has been lying like this for over six hours, no matter how much we call him, he won't wake up. He's not going to stay asleep forever, is he?"
Li Xing was so anxious he was nearly jumping out of his skin. If something happened to the president, how would he ever explain it to the old master? He figured that by then, someone would probably chop off his head, put it in a little box and send it to the old master as an accompaniment to his drink.
"Xiao Xingxing, don't be afraid, he's just in a deep sleep, all his vital signs are still quite normal."
Han Jin said with a smile, patting Li Xing on the shoulder.
"Asleep? You mean a deep sleep? How is that possible? The sky could fall, but this is absolutely impossible."
Li Xing shook his head.
