Time ticked by, second by second, and the air in the private room seemed to have frozen solid.
Everyone held their breath.
There was nothing they could do.
They could only wait.
Wait for the An Gong Bezoar Pill to take effect.
Wait for the ambulance to arrive.
One minute... two minutes...
Sun Qingli's condition showed no signs of improvement.
His face remained an unnatural, feverish red, tinged with an ashen gray. His breathing was still harsh and rapid, and more drool trickled from the crooked corner of his mouth.
Ding Kaifang's heart was in his throat as he looked anxiously at his father.
The Ding Group was hosting the dinner tonight.
If Sun Qingli died from the stroke... Ding Kaifang had no idea how he would face the man's family.
Ding Aiguo, however, remained calm.
He believed in Li Xu.
His trust bordered on blind faith,
born from the incredible miracles Li Xu had created one after another.
His wife, Xue Mei; his granddaughter, Duoduo... and even Elder Li.
