"He's alive, just not sure if he'll make it through." Mo Yuanbin glanced at Li Juezhou lying on the hospital bed and spouted nonsense.
Sang Ning was stunned for a moment. Wasn't Li Juezhou full of energy this morning? He was running laps with a flowerpot in hand without even breaking a sweat!
"May I ask what kind of accident Li Juezhou encountered?" Sang Ning frowned slightly, a hint of concern flickering in her eyes.
Over the phone, Mo Yuanbin heard her voice turn unusually somber and seized the moment to reel her in with feigned ease: "Oh, it's nothing big, just food poisoning. He should still survive."
Sang Ning fell silent again. Could it have been the Fly Rice Noodle Restaurant from this morning?
Both of them ate the same thing, and she's totally fine—why did Li Juezhou end up collapsing?
"Hello, could you tell me which hospital Li Juezhou is at? I'll come visit him right away!" Sang Ning's voice was filled with urgency.
