The door of the room opened a crack.
Tang Sili stood in the doorway, preventing them from entering to visit the patient, and instructed: "My student is supposed to pick up the medication at the hospital today. You call him for me and have someone quickly bring him back."
"Is there a medication shortage?" Zhang Sanfeng asked.
"Yes."
Doesn't this mean the condition of the patient inside is somewhat tense?
On one hand, he sent the steward to rush to the hospital for medication; on the other, Zhang Sanfeng turned to Tang Sili, suddenly becoming extremely harsh in his words, saying, "You must understand if anything happens to her—"
The remaining half sentence implied, your life would be in similar peril—
In an instant, the air here seemed to stretch to its limit.
At this time, a voice suddenly came from the room: "Where is everyone?"
Tang Sili didn't respond, closed the door, and turned to walk inside.
The group in the corridor had varied expressions.
