A doctor?
He Che slightly furrowed his brows and then quickly turned around, heading for the elevator.
Out of the corner of his eye, Fan Ming, who had always been watching He Che, saw the hurried departure. A smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
As he pretended to casually chat with a colleague next to him, he took out his phone and sent a text ssage to Q: "Boss, the task you assigned to has been completed."
Upon arriving at the underground parking lot and stepping out of the elevator, He Che jumped into his old, second-hand car and imdiately called Xia Wan’an on his cell phone.
The phone rang several tis before it was answered.
"He Che, is there sothing work-related?"
"No," he paused for a mont, then continued, "I heard from Fan Ming that sothing happened to you?"
"Eh? Fan Ming? Oh, he called earlier... it’s nothing, I just accidentally sprained my foot..."
Right after Xia Wan’an finished speaking, before He Che could ask how serious it was, a sound of catching one’s breath ca from her side.
The words He Che had been about to say were stuck in his throat. When he finally spoke, his voice was filled with nervousness: "What happened?"
After a full half minute, Xia Wan’an finally spoke: "It’s nothing, the hotel’s doctor was just helping apply dicine. He was just a little too forceful."
"The hotel’s doctor?" He Che jumped onto the key point, "You didn’t go to check at the hospital?"
"It’s not that serious, just a swelling..." She paused and then asked, "He Che, is there anything else you need from ? If not, I’ll hang up now."
"Um, alright..."
Even before He Che had completely finished saying "alright", a faint sound of pain ca from Xia Wan’an’s side.
This ti, however, before he could inquire further, Xia Wan’an had already hung up the phone.
Listening to the "beep beep beep" busy tone on the phone, He Che felt a bit uneasy.
Fan Ming was right. The girl was alone in Hong Kong, unfamiliar with her surroundings, and now she had sprained her ankle, which made it hard for her to move...
In just two short minutes, He Che had taken out his phone and made another call: "Chen Cang? Can you book a flight to Hong Kong for ? The fastest one... one at eight o’clock? Okay, I’ll head to the airport right away. Please bring my Hong Kong and Macau pass to the airport... Okay, see you at the airport."
...
He Che, who arrived in Hong Kong at exactly half-past eleven at night, took a taxi directly to the hotel where Xia Wan’an was staying after leaving the airport.
After completing the check-in procedures at the hotel lobby, He Che presented his business card, claid to be from the sa company as Xia Wan’an, and tactfully asked for Xia Wan’an’s room number.
After taking the room key, He Che said "thank you" and headed straight for the floor where Xia Wan’an was staying.
Upon stepping out of the elevator, He checked the layout of the hotel, then walked down the long corridor towards Xia Wan’an’s room. He arrived at her door and rang the doorbell.
About half a minute later, Xia Wan’an’s voice ca from inside: "Who is it?"
He Che didn’t say anything, but rang the doorbell again. Xia Wan’an, it seed, had seen him through the peephole and quickly opened the door: "Eh? He Che, why are you here?"
"I..." He Che was at a loss for words for a mont, but soon found an explanation: "I was sent by AllureLove."
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