"How's your partner? I know a few good doctors."
"It's fine, she has her own doctor. We are heading that way. Don't worry, I'll be back tomorrow, and we can talk then." Xia Xue hung up the phone. "Yao Zheng is at our doorstep, and he doesn't seem to be startled by anything."
"Dan Qing must be sent back to the city center for treatment!"
"I think we should wait until Ling wakes up to arrange it!"
In a small bar that could only fit seven or eight tables, a few couples sat scattered. In the dim light, shadows flickered, and one could easily guess what they were up to. There weren't many actual drinkers here, and the presence of two middle-aged men among them felt particularly odd.
