Ming Xizhi hung up the phone and turned back toward the hospital. As he entered the ward, he saw his father eating porridge. The old man hadn't eaten for several days, and now his appetite seemed to have returned, as the nurse's bowl of porridge was already more than half empty.
Zhang Henian was sitting beside the old man, chatting with him. Seeing Ming Xizhi return so soon after stepping out, both of them were a bit surprised.
"Xizhi, is there something else?" the old man asked, perplexed.
Ming Xizhi quickly walked to his father's bedside and said gravely, "Father, Mr. Qin's family has been kidnapped."
"What? When did this happen?" Zhang Henian stood up abruptly and asked anxiously.
"Just now. Mr. Qin received a distress call on the plane. Liu Hongwen's report said that the scene hadn't been cleared yet, and from the battle traces, it's very likely the work of martial artists," Ming Xizhi stated with gravity as he looked at his father.
