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A minor incident, Shen Chaoxi didn't take it to heart.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, a vehicle reserved for transporting critically ill patients parked at the entrance of the Beijing University Affiliated Hospital.
Somehow the news had leaked, and a crowd gathered to see them off, filling half of the first floor lobby.
Shang Jianghan, dressed in a black shirt and casual dark-colored trousers, was reluctantly seated in a wheelchair.
The black attire made his pale skin stand out even more distinctively. Despite having recovered considerably, to outsiders, he appeared exceptionally sallow.
Having narrowly escaped death after a serious illness, there was no need for any acting; the scene was dramatic enough.
Feng Che stood behind, ready to push the wheelchair, but Shen Chaoxi stopped him.
"Let me do it."