339 Strength Crushes Scum, The Tempo of Someone Dying

Nanjiang Bo'ai Hospital, Ward 703…

The Xiao family of three was all here. Zhang Suqiu was sitting by the bed and comforting the crying Yan Zhihuan.

At this moment, Yan Wangchuan and the others had already arrived at the inpatient department. This hospital wasn't considered good in Nanjiang. It was empty and deserted, and they didn't meet many people along the way. When the nurses on duty saw them, they thought that they were here to visit a patient, so they didn't think much about it.

"President Yan, it's the one with the lights on." The assistant pointed not far away. He also had drunk a lot of alcohol today and had drunk a few cups of strong tea to sober up before coming out to work.

Yan Wangchuan tightened his grip on the documents and strode forward. Before he reached the door, he heard crying coming from inside…

"Uncle, Auntie, it's my fault. I shouldn't have gone out and run around. In the end…" Yan Zhihuan sobbed softly.