Without waiting for a response, she continued, "I'm telling you, stop Anning quickly, the person donating their corneas to Fenfen is Anning, it's Anning…"
Before she could finish her sentence, there was a 'bang' from the receiver, clearly the sound of a phone dropping to the ground.
Jin Yuanyuan put down the phone and looked at the time. Ji Anning's surgery was at eight thirty, her heart was pounding nervously.
Ji Chicheng, you must stop Anning, you must stop her.
Jin Yuanyuan silently prayed in her heart. Just as she was about to step into the outpatient surgery room to see if Ji Anning was inside, someone suddenly grabbed her arm from behind.
"Miss, what did you just say?"
She turned her head, a middle-aged woman dressed in luxury, looked at her tensely with her mouth open.
Jin Yuanyuan did not recall knowing this woman and asked in confusion, "Auntie, who are you?"
