Duan Tong: "Where are you? I have something to say to you."
Yu Sinan: "You still have the nerve to call me. You think too highly of yourself. Duan Tong, let me tell you, you are lucky that I didn't kill you. Even if you are going to die now, I don't want to hear a word you say again."
Bang, the phone was hung up, and distant echoes came from the silent corridor of the hospital.
Duan Tong looked at Zhong Jing who was waiting aside and said slowly: "I'm ready."
The nurses on both sides pushed Duan Tong toward the operating room. The wheels of the gurney rubbed against the ground, making a sharp sound.
Duan Tong closed his eyes, no longer alive.