Zhou Yu's eyes narrowed.
"Where is Uncle Zhao now? I'll be right there."
"I'll send you the address."
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yu said to Jiang Fengnian:
"Vice Minister Jiang, I have an emergency and must leave."
Jiang Fengnian was taken aback.
"What happened?"
"Old Master Zhao's son, Zhao Heng, has had an accident and is in critical condition."
"A member of the Zhao Family in trouble?"
Jiang Fengnian's gaze sharpened.
"I'll come with you to see what's going on."
Zhou Yu nodded.
"Okay."
Soon, the two of them arrived at Zhao Jianfeng's villa in the provincial city.
At that time, there were more than a dozen experts and professors in the villa, along with a large number of medical staff, but everyone's expressions were very grim.
Zhao Jianfeng suppressed his urgency, waiting for Zhou Yu's arrival.
His hair had turned much whiter than the last time they met.
The man looked extremely haggard.
When he saw Jiang Fengnian along with Zhou Yu, he was shocked.
