TAP, TAP, TAP...
The sound of hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway outside, a clear sign of the person's urgency.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK...
Lying on the hospital bed, Fang Jingtang heard the knock on his door and spoke.
"Come in."
The words had barely left his lips when the door was pushed open, and two men, one tall and one short, walked in.
"Old Qi, Liu Qizhi, it's you!" Fang Jingtang exclaimed, recognizing the members of his gang.
"..." Seeing Fang Jingtang's deathly pale face and body wrapped in white gauze, Liu Qizhi opened his mouth, but the words wouldn't come out. He fell silent.
Old Qi of the Red Blood Gang saw Fang Jingtang trying to sit up and hurried over. "Gang Leader, your injuries haven't healed yet. You don't need to get up. Just lie down!"
"I'm much better now after the physician's treatment," Fang Jingtang said.
Then, with Old Qi's help, he sat up and leaned against the headboard. His gaze fell upon Liu Qizhi, who was watching him in silence.
