225. Imprisonment, Incitement

Shen Qinglan didn't even glance at the person on the ground and immediately pressed the bell beside Old Sir Shen's bed. Doctors quickly filed in, and Shen Qinglan stepped aside to make room for the medical staff.

"Quick, to the emergency room," the chief physician said in a low voice after flipping Old Sir Shen's eyelid.

Watching Old Sir Shen being wheeled to the emergency room, Li Xitong couldn't suppress her pain and burst into loud laughter, "Haha, serves him right, that old bastard should have died and gone to accompany that old hag a long time ago, hahaha."

Shen Qinglan's expression could no longer be described as simply cold. Had it not been for concern over Old Sir Shen and the fact that this was a hospital, Li Xitong's situation at this moment might have been more than just a kick.

Shen Qinglan gave Li Xitong a cold look, a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.