After Bo Ran said that, he looked at Pei Jinnian. Pei Jinnian's tired eyes were covered with bloodshot. Looking at her, his eyes seemed reluctant and his expression was dim and difficult to see.

Bo Ran was frightened and staggered his eyes and dared not look at him anymore.

He just heard him say, "Okay, you ran away for a day and drew blood. Let's go back and rest first."

After he finished speaking, he called Lin Rui beside him: "Send Miss Bo back."

"No, I..."

He raised his hand and interrupted her possible rejection, saying something in his words: "I'll look for you when Niannian is ready."

What else could he do to find her? When he thought of him strangling her neck madly in the private room of the imperial palace last time, Bo Ran felt sad.

*

Gu Huaian called Bo Ran several times, but no one answered, and he was depressed.

Suddenly the phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was called from home. His eyebrows that had just stretched out became unconsciously entangled again.

"Hey." He picked up the phone, his tone was still as dumb as ever.

However, after listening for a while, his face darkened and his eyebrows became tighter.

After hanging up the phone, he picked up the car keys and got up. He happened to meet Yu Minghui at the door of the office.

Seeing that he looked anxious, Yu Minghui asked, "What happened?"

Gu Huaian's face looked ugly: "The old man has entered the hospital."

Yu Minghui was also stunned: "What's going on?"

"I don't know." Now Gu Huaian couldn't figure out whether the old man pretended to be sick and deceived him back or whether he really fell down. After all, he felt confused.

Yu Minghui said: "I'll go to the hospital with you."

After a while, Gu Huaian had already driven to the city hospital.

The special care unit on the seventh floor has been completely cleared, and Gu Boyao lives on the entire floor.

The corridor was full of people, but it was surprisingly quiet. The leaders of the city, the mayor's secretary, Cheng Mei, and Cheng Huan were all there. Gu Boyao's secretary saw Gu Huaian from a distance, his face cleared slightly, turned to him, and lowered his pressure.

The voice said, "I took the medicine and just went to bed."

Gu Huaian nodded and looked at the ward. He felt that he wanted to be optimistic on the way because the old man was already in the intensive care unit with a ventilator hanging, sometimes awake and sometimes unconscious.

My father's secretary glanced at the leaders in the corridor, pointed to the stairs and said, "Let's talk there."

Gu Huaian looked at his father again through the glass and nodded.

When he arrived at the stairwell, Gu Huaian asked: "What is my father's disease? Why did he suddenly get sick?"

The secretary wanted to speak but stopped: "Liver cancer...mid-stage."

Gu Huaian took a sudden step back and subconsciously held the wall: "When did you find it? You were all good before..."

"During the city's physical examination last year, it was still early in the day. The mayor refused to say anything and kept secretly taking medicine."

The old man looked healthy all the time, and he often said in front of him: "You have done so many bad things, and you are not afraid of retribution. You have a terminal illness or something."

Now it has come true, but he regrets it very much. He has been thinking of ways to anger him over the years and said he wants to anger him to death, but it is not a pleasure to see his aging and weak look.

"Today... it was Wen Jing who called me. I don't know what she could do with Mayor Gu. I just said it for a long time, and the mayor fell ill after hearing it..."

Gu Huaian's pupils shrank rapidly, which was the second blow he suffered within today.

Wen Jing...
Chapter completed!