Ning Guanghe's body convulsed, eyelids twitching, frothing at the mouth, looking extremely frightening.
Wang Hong pressed down heavily on Ning Guanghe's body, his face full of anxiety and panic.
"Elder Ning, what's happening to you? You have to hold on, the ambulance is almost here!"
Wang Hong held down Ning Guanghe's body while shouting loudly, patting the latter's cheeks.
But, Ning Guanghe's whole body was still convulsing, white foam gushing from his mouth, his face deathly pale.
"Manager Hee, go and urge the ambulance!"
At this moment, Wang Hong was in a fluster, shouting loudly outside, thinking that if Ning Guanghe were to die in this Medicinal Food Hall, it would certainly mean a heap of trouble, and perhaps the hall would have a hard time continuing to operate.
Outside, Manager Hee, who should be a higher-up managing the Medicinal Food Hall, responded to the shout, agreeing with a nod as he jogged off.
The urgent footsteps of Manager Hee gradually echoed from afar.
