Chen Fan sat in the taxi on his way back to the hotel.
At that moment, his cellphone rang.
He picked it up and glanced at it, realizing it was a call from Ding Ling.
Without hesitation, he hung up immediately.
When the phone rang again, Chen Fan hung up once more.
Ding Ling did not give up and called a third time.
Chen Fan's brows furrowed slightly, and after considering, he answered the call.
"Chen Fan, I'm sorry, my father really started convulsing the moment the surgery began, just like you said. Smith is nothing but a quack, and I apologize to you on his and my mother's behalf. I'm sorry, please come back and save my father," Ding Ling's sobbing voice rang out.
