He tossed the chair aside and took several deep breaths.
Walking over, he picked up his dropped cellphone from the ground and dialed Julie's number.
"Book a flight, I need to return to A City."
"When should it be?"
"Tomorrow, the sooner the better."
"But don't you need to go to the hospital for a dressing change?"
"It's the same if I do it there," Qin Zhaoyang interrupted her impatiently, "Remember to book for the lady as well, and Lin Zifan."
"Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Qin Zhaoyang let out a sigh of relief and turned to look at his side waist.
Seems like the wound had torn open a bit from exerting too much force earlier; there was already a hint of blood seeping through the shirt.
With a low curse, he strode toward the exit.
"Clean this up!"
