Not long after dinner, Lu Tingxiao's phone suddenly rang urgently.
"Hello?" Lu Tingxiao picked up the call.
"Hello! Bro! Not good... Father... Father fainted at home! Now, he's been sent to the hospital... The doctor says... this time... he might not make it..." From the other end of the phone came Lu Jingli's stammering, clearly at a loss.
The man's expression instantly sank deeply. "I'll be there right away."
"Hold on! Bro, bring Little Treasure along too. What if Father, he..." Lu Jingli still could not bring himself to utter the possibility.
The man paused. "Understood."
...
At night, at Imperial Hospital.
Lu Chongshan had just been rescued and was lying in the intensive care ward.
"Doctor? How's my husband?"
The attending doctor looked solemn. "In this period of time, Mr. Lu's health hasn't been too good. This time was an especially dangerous situation. I'm afraid it'll be very hard for him to make it..."
