An Yan reflexively pulled back her hand. After a few glances at the old man, she finally recognized him.
"Professor Song?"
In just one night, the old man had become considerably haggard, as if he hadn't slept at all.
Professor Song nodded. "Yes, it's me. I'm Song Qingshu from Mo Hospital in Yuncheng."
"I have a patient whose condition is very similar to Xiao Xiaojun's. Professor An, could you please come to Yuncheng with me to help save the Mo Family's old master? Could you?"
An Yan genuinely wanted to go, but out of caution, she simply said, "Let me see the medical records first!"
"Of course."
Professor Song had his assistant send the medical records of the Mo Family's old master to An Yan.
Just as An Yan was about to open them, Zhang Xuebin suddenly spoke up, "Little Master, may I have a word?"
An Yan looked at him. Seeing Zhang Xuebin's grave expression, she put down her phone and followed him into an empty office.
