Cheng Fang returned to the hospital room, where Rong Moyong was reclining on the bed, a small tray propped up in front of him supporting a laptop, its screen displaying a PowerPoint full of various charts.
He looked at Cheng Fang, "Where's the person?"
"Third Master, Miss Duan said... she said she would come to see you later."
"Later?" Rong Moyong scoffed, "How did she put it?"
Thinking about his wording, Cheng Fang said, "Miss Duan must have been frightened; after all, you bled so much last night, the entire bed and the floor were covered. I heard from Sister Juan that she hardly slept well last night and was also worried about your life being in danger..."
"What did you say?" Rong Moyong interrupted.
Cheng Fang had no choice but to repeat his own words.
Rong Moyong's fingers scrolled the mouse, not speaking any further.
The atmosphere in the room immediately became tense.
Cheng Fang was conflicted...
"You may leave."
"Ah?"
