In the private ward of the Long Medical Hospital, Li Chen listlessly sat outside the ICU. The middle-aged man's usual refined and cool aura was nowhere to be found.
In its place was a despondent and oppressive aura surrounding an anxious, haggard man.
At this time, the man sitting on the bench wasn't the New World Formation's greatest businessman, but a worried and frightened father on the brink of collapse.
Clenching his fists until they were stark white, Li Chen's unwavering gaze remained fixed on the ICU room.
"Uncle Li, nothing will happen to Qing Yue. She was so brave and selfless, risking her own life to save a little kid. Someone so brave and selfless won't leave without a fight."