Patting her shoulder, Moses stepped out of the office, persevered in walking to the elevator, and immediately lifted a hand to brace against the elevator wall.
"Sir?!" Paul rushed over to support his arm and immediately took out his medicine to offer him, "Quick... take one now."
After swallowing a pill, Moses leaned against the elevator wall, gasping for a good while until his complexion gradually began to improve.
"Is everything arranged for tomorrow's charity event?"
Paul, frowning with a pained expression, said, "Can't you care more about your health? The presidential election is still months away, and you should be going to the hospital now!"
"She can't handle it alone," Moses slowly straightened up, "Arrange the car, I need to go see the mayor."
"With you in this condition..."
Moses coldly cut off Paul's consolation, shaking off the arm Paul was holding, "If you want to cry, wait until I'm dead to cry, now go do what I've asked you to."