Meanwhile, at Xiao Liang's residence, Xiao Liang was trying to call Wu Tian, but there was no answer. His brows furrowed in concern.
Just then, Tellam Kuangte's face turned pale, and he bent over in pain. It was obvious to any onlooker that his complexion had become ashen, like death.
"What's wrong?" Xiao Liang cried out, losing his usual composure as he rushed to support Tellam Kuangte.
"It's... it's a heart attack," Tellam Kuangte said, gritting his teeth as he struggled for breath. "This might be my last day."
"No, no, no!" Xiao Liang grew hysterical, his face fraught with panic. He couldn't bear to watch his true love leave this world. He immediately shouted, "Doctor! Is there a doctor?"
Outside the room were Xiao Liang's bodyguards and Tellam Kuangte's entourage, which included a foreign physician who quickly rushed inside. He took out some instruments and immediately began to examine Tellam Kuangte.
The foreign physician simply shook his head. "It's no use. It's no use."
