Upon hearing the doctor's advice, Yan Zhengxiong's face turned extremely grim.
He pressed his lips together, sat down in front of the hospital bed, and stared at Yan Kejun's sleeping face with an increasingly ominous expression.
Five seconds later, he called for his secretary.
"Immediately follow up on signing the contract with Professor Qin Qing, and also release information stating that Professor Qin Qing is being unfairly treated at Mainland Group."
"Yes!"
After the secretary left, Yan Zhengxiong looked at Yan Kejun on the hospital bed, his face growing even colder.
Later, Yan Kejun finally woke up, opened his eyes, and stared blankly at the white in front of him, momentarily bewildered.
It wasn't until he saw the IV drip by the bed and the middle-aged man seated beside him that his mind cleared up a bit.
He instinctively tried to sit up, but a wave of unbearable pain surged through his stomach, instantly contorting his face with hurt.
