Outside the hospital emergency room stood two men, one being Fu Hong in a suit, who was pacing anxiously, continuously muttering to himself, "It's all over, it's all over."
The other man wore a white shirt on top and suit pants below, holding a cell phone and making call after call.
Yet with each call that went out, his expression grew uglier.
A woman sat on the chairs outside the emergency room, her brows slightly furrowed, hands tightly clasped together, biting her lower lip, her complexion looking rather awful.
The door to the emergency room opened.
All three people outside instantly turned their gaze toward the doorway.
"Second Master," the doctor emerging from the emergency room respectfully addressed the man in white shirt clutching the cellphone, Fu Xiyan.
Fu Xiyan took a few steps toward Elder Lu, his voice cold and face solemn as he inquired, "Elder Lu, how is Ah Chen's condition now?"