"What did you say?" Manager Xie doubted his ears, raised his hand to block the other ear, and walked a few steps to the side while holding the phone to hear more clearly, "How could she be vomiting blood?"
"I don't know either." The girl on the phone was about to cry, her voice choking, and her words were broken, "Hua Sui and I... share a room, she just said she was going to the bathroom, but as soon as she went in... she vomited blood."
Though the other person's words were fragmented, Manager Xie understood instantly and furrowed his brow tightly, responding, "Alright, I understand. Don't worry, I'm on my way."
After hanging up, he turned to look at several business cars parked in front of the hotel; everything was ready, just waiting to depart for the theater. The entire orchestra had prepared so much for tonight's performance that no mistakes could be afforded; otherwise, everyone's efforts would be in vain, but Hua Sui's situation was also urgent.
