C328 Truth

"Is it over?"

"I didn't …"

In the quiet ward, Shen Yifeng hung up the phone. Aa Ling, who was at the side, immediately put on an oxygen mask and scolded him with a face full of displeasure. Shen Yifeng sank into the bed. His face was as white as a sheet. However, in just one phone call, cold sweat had drenched his hair in front of his forehead