Old Tan once again wanted to say, "Fuck, cursed!"
Lu Xinglan turned over, rubbing his head against the pillow, not getting up, still lying down, his voice hoarse and fierce, "Do you know what time it is?"
Judging by the tone, he had a serious case of getting up on the wrong side of the bed.
Old Tan checked his watch, "Seven forty-seven."
Lu Xinglan's drowsiness couldn't mask his annoyance; he sat up and fastened the button that had come loose during sleep, "What's the matter?"
"Nurse Chen's grandmother is critically ill. She left for Hong City at five in the morning." Counting the time, Old Tan said, "She should be arriving in Hong City soon."
Lu Xinglan instantly became fully awake.
He grabbed his phone from the cabinet, glanced at it, and saw two missed calls—both from Chen Xiangtai. He immediately called back.
"Mr. Lu Xinglan."
Lu Xinglan threw off the blanket and got out of bed, "Where are you now?"
"I'm at the City Affiliated Hospital in Hong City."
