"No, I'm busy here." When Du Heng received Director Wu's phone call, he showed great reluctance.
He wasn't a saint, so he couldn't just let it slide. A month ago, he had been looked down upon. As soon as they met, he was subjected to all sorts of lectures. Although he hadn't suffered any actual losses, that indignation wasn't so easy to swallow.
Director Wu, on the other end of the phone, seemed to have anticipated Du Heng's reaction. Hearing his words, he wasn't surprised at all. He continued to persuade him softly, "Xiao Du, you're not helping Qian; you're helping the Patient. I just checked, and it's highly probable that it's a collapse of Yang. The longer we delay, the more danger the Patient is in."
