The caretaker immediately removed the oxygen mask from his face and instructed, "Don't talk too much."
"Okay."
Chen Cheng switched places with the caretaker, bent down, and asked, "Mr. Jin, how are you feeling?"
Jin Baogen struggled to move his lips, his voice hoarse and weak, "Mr. Chen, cough cough..."
Chen Cheng quickly handed him a cup of warm water, helping Jin Baogen drink a few sips.
After moistening his throat, Jin Baogen continued, "I'm embarrassed to say this..."
Hearing him, Chen Cheng's heart, which had been hanging by a thread, finally relaxed.
He smiled and said, "Mr. Jin, what are you talking about? I'm relieved to see you awake."
Jin Baogen's breathing steadied, his voice not very loud, "This trip to the ICU, it was like risking half my life."
He looked at Chen Cheng, concern in his tone, "Did you hand over everything?"
Chen Cheng nodded, "I've handed it over to Zhang Zhenchao."
