But when he turned back toward the track, his younger brother was gone.
Rong Zhenqiao: …Damn it.
Forget about cooperation. That unlucky company could go bankrupt for all he cared.
He immediately rushed toward the first aid station beside the field, but didn't see any sign of Rong Xingyu there either.
After asking several students from Qibao Dwith School, he finally learned that Rong Xingyu had been taken to the school's medical office.
As he pressed the elevator button, a small frown creased his face. Why did this school have several medical rooms? Two on the first floor and another one all the way up on the ninth?
Still, the question didn't linger long. Soon, he stood before Room 907 and knocked firmly on the door.
"Xiaoyu, are you in there?"
There was no answer, so he knocked again.
After a few seconds, the door opened and standing there was a tall man in a white coat.
Rong Zhenqiao's steady voice carried an edge of surprise.
"…Mr. Ding?!"
