"Mr. Li? Is Mr. Li home?"
An anxious voice rose from outside the house. Li Ang raised an eyebrow. It was almost dark—who would come knocking at this time?
"Who's there?"
He stepped out of the study to see an anxious-looking man in grey standing at the gate, vaguely familiar to him.
Behind him, parked by the roadside, was a carriage emblazoned with the logo of Liu Guang Bank.
"Housekeeper Jin?"
It took Li Ang a moment to recall who the man was—the steward of Jin Wusuan's household.
"What's the matter?"
"Mr. Li, my master has fallen ill."
Housekeeper Jin spoke urgently, "Half a month ago, he felt chest tightness, shortness of breath, and his voice was hoarse. The household doctor prescribed medicine to moisten his throat and clear his lungs, which seemed to help a lot. But today, he started coughing again, first with blood-tinged phlegm, then incessant hemoptysis..."
"Take me there."
Li Ang didn't hesitate and immediately responded.
