C119 Every single one of them was a movie emperor

Song Qinghuan was drowsy as she was immersed in the medicinal spring. She was woken up by the ringing of her phone. Her mind was muddled and she did not know where she was. She rubbed her face before her mind cleared up.

"Hello?" Song Qinghuan's voice was a little hoarse. The call was from Song Lan.

"The old man is ill," Song Lan said warmly into the phone in the corridor outside the ward