"Cough, cough..."
The coughing had been incessant since the evening, with several doctors huddled around, all looking somewhat panicked. Not that Shen Li was terribly ill—she had a strong constitution and was still only suffering from a severe cold with no signs of pneumonia.
It was just that Huo Siyu was sitting beside her with a gloomy face. Although he said nothing, the feeling was as if he was intimating that if they couldn't cure her, they should not bother to stay alive either. Under such scrutiny, the doctors were under quite a bit of pressure.
"Sir, the acquisition of the British Railway Company has been settled, do you want to..." Situ approached and whispered.
Huo Siyu rubbed his temples and said, "You go ahead."
"Yes." Situ bowed his head in obedience, then added, "Would you like the masseuse to come in?"
Huo Siyu looked like this mostly because he hadn't slept last night. He was prone to insomnia to begin with, and the previous night he hadn't even touched his bed.
