Chi Wen furrowed her brow slightly and asked back, "It's me. Who are you?"
"Hello, Miss Chi, I'm Old Zhang, the caregiver from Fushoukang Nursing Home. Last time you instructed me that if Mr. Song had any issues, I should inform you immediately."
Chi Wen recognized the voice as indeed belonging to a caregiver from the nursing home. She had given him some money back then, asking him to take care of Song Huaizhong.
Instantly, her heart tightened sharply.
"My fa—"
Almost blurting it out, she stopped abruptly.
Two seconds later, she quickly corrected herself, "What happened to Mr. Song?"
"Yes, Mr. Song just had a sudden brain hemorrhage and is currently being rescued. I heard his condition isn't good, and I'm worried... Do you want to come over and have a look? I'm afraid he... might not make it through the night..."
The other side's voice was anxious, and Chi Wen also became anxious.
