A young man's urgent voice came through the phone. "Hello, is this Mr. Zhao Dong?"
"Yes. Who is this?"
The person on the other end spoke with a nervous, anxious tone. "Mr. Zhao, I apologize for the intrusion. My name is Gu Zhou. My sister, Gu Moning, and I met you on the highway overpass a couple of days ago—I'm not sure if you remember."
Zhao Dong responded indifferently, "I remember. What's the matter?"
On the other end, Gu Zhou clenched his teeth and said, "Mr. Zhao, when we parted the other day, you mentioned that my sister's complexion didn't look good and that she might have some health issues. We didn't take it seriously, but that very night, something happened to her! Now she's unconscious, and her vital signs are extremely weak!"
His voice trembled as he hoarsely begged, "Mr. Zhao, could you please come and take a look? I'm begging you."
Zhao Dong's eyes flickered as he said pointedly, "I can help, but..."
