At the same time, half an hour earlier at the Military District Hospital, Si Chen had already heard about the incident on the advertisement set. His expression turned cold, and despite the doctors' and nurses' attempts to stop him, he got up from the sickbed.
"Prepare the car."
"Yes, President Si." The secretary didn't dare defy his order and obediently followed his instructions.
In a short while, he arranged the car and brought the suit Si Chen requested, knocking on the door as he entered.
"Come in."
On the bed, the person had already climbed up. After several days of rest, he could barely stand. However, the cost of standing up was a piercing pain in the injured area of his left leg.
Si Chen's face was pale, but his thin lips pressed tight, exuding a powerful sense of oppression.
The secretary handed over the suit and quietly said, "President Si, should I go to Miss Lin's side instead of you? The doctor said…"
