In the hospital corridor, Long Linger met Steward Stone. After months of not seeing him, the kind old man looked much more haggard. Although still dressed neatly, his figure was not as robust as before, and his hair had turned somewhat gray.
"Miss Long, you've arrived!" Steward Stone welcomed her warmly.
Long Linger hurriedly stepped forward, "Uncle Stone, how is Nineteen now?"
"The blood vessels in his brain suddenly ruptured. When he was found this morning, his eyes were bloodshot, and he has already fallen into a coma. The doctor said that he needs immediate surgery; otherwise, his life is at risk... Although the success rate of the surgery is only fifty percent, it's better than nothing." Steward Stone sighed heavily with a saddened expression.
Long Linger was also helpless, "I'm sorry. In the end, I wasn't able to find Qingxue for you. I sent agents to investigate. After searching for a long time at the location where the letter was sent from, we still couldn't find her."
