Mrs. Gui stayed by her side, comforting her, "Young madam, madam is fortunate and will be protected by fate, nothing will happen to her."
Su Xingyu's delicate brows knitted slightly, and the scene of Du Shuxian tumbling down the stairs repeatedly flashed in her mind. Du Shuxian had hit her head first and immediately fell unconscious upon hitting the ground. Su Xingyu was very worried whether she could be saved, and if she was saved, whether there would be any sequelae. She glanced at the clock on the wall; it had been two hours since Du Shuxian was taken into the operating room.
"Where's my phone?" She asked Mrs. Gui, "I'll call Lu Shifeng."
Mrs. Gui hesitated a bit, "Young madam, why don't you call the old master or the old madam? Once, madam had acute enteritis and was hospitalized, and the young master was on a business trip outside. The family called him, and not only did he not rush back, but he scolded the family instead."
Su Xingyu was stunned: "Scolded for what?"
