Fortunately, the waiter who was helping Xia Wan’an with her bags caught her in ti, sparing her the embarrassnt of falling over on the spot.
The man who had bumped into Xia Wan’an, realizing what had happened, promptly ended his call and kept apologizing to Xia Wan’an with sincerity, bending over repeatedly, "I’m terribly sorry, miss, I really am. Shall I take you to the hospital?"
The searing pain caused sweat to pour from Xia Wan’an’s forehead in no ti.
Given the man’s overly sincere attitude and seemingly unintentional mishap, Xia Wan’an didn’t want to make things difficult for him. Enduring the pain that was making her teeth chatter, she sucked in a breath of cold air before shaking her head and responding gently, "It’s fine, there’s no need."
The man spoke again, "Are you sure you’re okay? Let leave my phone number for you. If you need anything, just let know. I promise to fulfill..."
Xia Wan’an shook her head again, politely rejecting the man’s sorry intention. Then, with the help of the waiter, she removed her high heels and limped upstairs.
After returning to her hotel room, Xia Wan’an sat on the sofa, lifted her skirt to glance at her ankle. In such a short ti, it had swollen considerably...
The waiter, having placed Xia Wan’an’s purchases in the room, saw her ankle and respectfully asked, "Miss Xia, would you like to call the hotel doctor to see you?"
She hadn’t actually sprained her ankle that badly; it was just a twist. Although the swelling looked terrible... applying so anti-swelling and dispersion cure would speed up the recovery. Since it could be cured quickly, Xia Wan’an couldn’t possibly endure without treatnt. So without giving it much thought, she nodded in agreent to the waiter’s suggestion, "Alright, thank you."
"Then Miss Xia, please wait a mont. I’ll call the doctor for you now."
Xia Wan’an didn’t say anything, and the waiter respectfully left her room.
One mont he was closing the hotel room door for Xia Wan’an, the next he was looking around to make sure the hallway was empty, then hurriedly headed towards the rarely visited fire escape entrance.
Pushing open the door, a woman was standing at the top of the stairs leading downstairs. Alerted by the sound, she looked up and seeing the waiter, imdiately asked, "How is it progressing?"
Waiter: "Everything is going smoothly. I’m about to call the doctor for her now."
The woman nodded in understanding. When the waiter left, she quickly pulled out her phone and dialed a number, "Miss Chi? This is Ai Jiang... everything’s set on Xia Wan’an’s end. He Che’s bit is up to you now."
...
At six o’clock Beijing ti, having finished his work, He Che tidied up his desk and prepared to leave the office.
Just as He Che was getting up, Fan Ming, who sat behind him, spoke, "Director Xia seems to have encountered so problem on her business trip in Hong Kong..."
Director Xia... principles?
Upon hearing these three words, He Che instinctively looked back at Fan Ming.
As he turned his head, Fan Ming was busy whispering to soone else although his voice was loud enough for He Che to hear clearly, "I’m not sure what happened. I was just calling Director Xia to report work, and I heard so doctors there... imagine Director Xia all alone in Hong Kong, a place totally unfamiliar to her, now that she’s fallen ill and has no one to look after her, it’s such a pity..."
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