Sister Xiu choked and said, “But the doctor said that it’s still uncertain if he will be out of danger…”
Ye Shengge suddenly bit her lips, feeling terrified and guilty.
Grandpa Ji closed his eyes, and his body couldn’t help shaking. When he opened them again, his eyes were already watery.
“Chairman, I’ve called the best surgeons in Yang City. They’re all on their way,” said Uncle Jin. “Don’t worry. Young Master has good fortune. What would Young Master do if he finds out you collapsed when he recovers?”
Grandpa Ji’s lips trembled, and he nodded. “Yes, you’re right.”
“Please rest in the room, Chairman. It’s too cold here,” Uncle Jin urged.
Grandpa Ji shook his head and sat down opposite Ye Shengge.
He looked at Ye Shengge and wanted to say something, but he stopped himself.
After a while, the director and several doctors arrived. Grandpa Ji struggled to stand up and bowed to them.
“No, Elder Ji.” They tried to comfort him. “Don’t worry. We’ll do our best.”
They immediately entered the surgical department to clean up the mess. The director stayed behind to accompany his grandpa.
After much persuasion from the director and Uncle Jin, and because he didn’t want the director to suffer the cold with him, Grandpa Ji went to the lounge to wait.
Before he left, he took a look at Ye Shengge. Her lips were purple from the cold because she was wearing thin clothes.
Grandpa Ji couldn’t help sighing, which made Sister Xiu realize what had happened. She quickly found a thick jacket and put it on Ye Shengge.
However, Ye Shengge pushed her hand away.
“Young Madam, Young Master will be heartbroken if anything happens to you.” Sister Xiu sighed.
Ye Shengge’s eyelashes fluttered, and she finally stopped rejecting him.
However, she couldn’t feel any warmth even with the jacket on her, or rather, she couldn’t feel any coldness before. She felt that she had probably lost consciousness.
Her phone started to vibrate.
She looked around, as if she had finally returned to the real world. She put the phone in front of her and saw the words’ Sun Ye ‘on it. She then realized that it was Ji Shiting’s phone.
She had been holding Ji Shiting’s phone the entire way from Qianfan Villa to the hospital.
She picked up the phone.
“What do you want, boss?” Sun Ye sounded apologetic. “I was sleeping a little too soundly…”
Ye Shengge moved her lips, but she couldn’t say anything.
Sun Ye could hear it. “Madam?”
“Um…” Ye Shengge said and hung up the phone.
She didn’t know what she could say. Ji Shiting is in critical condition at the hospital and I’m the one who murdered him?
Just thinking about it was enough to cause her immense anguish.
Fortunately, Sun Ye didn’t call her again.
Ye Shengge pursed her lips, stared at her phone screen, and keyed in the password.
Ji Shiting was using a branded phone owned by T.S. Corporation, and the interface was clear and concise. It was indeed the man’s style. She had never touched his phone before, not because she wasn’t curious, but because she was afraid he would be upset.