"No need, I'm fine."
Dan Hanxi waved his hand, pushed his wheelchair himself, and prepared to return to his room.
Just moved forward a few steps, when his tall body fell off the wheelchair.
"Mr. Xi—"
...
"Bang—"
Yu Xiuzhun kicked down the assistant who was kneeling in front of him, a wickedly charming face full of bloodthirsty coldness.
His hands clenched tightly into fists, teeth gritted.
"How many times have I said it, his body can't touch alcohol, you follow him, are you dead? You don't discourage him when you see him wanting to drink!"
"Mr. Yu, I already advised him, but at that time Qin Youxuan was also present, I didn't dare to say much, afraid she'd notice something." The assistant, kicked, hurriedly knelt on the ground, explaining in panic.
Dan Hanxi suddenly fainted, the first person shocked was the assistant always following him.
The doctor was the first to arrive, but the rescue is still ongoing, the situation is unknown.
