I was about to speak amidst my confusion when Lin Zexiu beat me to it, "Xiao Xin, quickly check on Vice President Da Lin, he has a terrible stomachache." Because of his urgency, he forgot the agreement to address me as Doctor Yu in public and at the company, and called me by my intimate name, which came across as very close.
I struggled to shift my gaze from him to the man behind, and only then did I notice that although Lin Zefeng still had a calm and arrogant face, his body was rigid, but pale with cold sweat on the tip of his nose and forehead. He tried to maintain his usual demeanor, but the severe pain made him tremble involuntarily, only his sharp eyes still shone brightly, and I felt that this brilliance was as disdainful of me as ever.
So I said, "Vice President Da Lin seems fine, he could walk here on his own. If it's a chronic condition, resting for a while will do, but if it's really severe, I think you should go to the hospital."
