Several nurses did not respond to this, and the driver remained silent. At this moment, saying anything might provoke Ye Xiang's anger.
Just as Ye Xiang was burning with anxiety, the road suddenly cleared up.
"Director Ye, it's clear, it's clear."
Ye Xiang instinctively looked up and finally saw that, under the command of the traffic police, the previously straight vehicles quickly turned right, freeing up a road in no time. At the intersection, a traffic officer on a motorcycle sounded the siren, waving for them to follow.
"It's clear, hurry up and follow."
"Okay."
"Speed up a bit."
"Director Ye, I'll hurry."
The driver responded quickly, afraid that a late response would ignite the barely-contained anger of Ye Xiang.
Right now, Ye Xiang was like an open can of gasoline; a single spark would set it ablaze.
He didn't want to provoke Ye Xiang at such a time.
