An Ning glanced at the phone and hurriedly answered it without delay. "Hello, Mrs. Zhou."
Mrs. Zhou was her mother's caregiver, and her calling could only mean there was an urgent matter concerning her mother.
"Miss An, please come to the hospital quickly. Mrs. Cheng suddenly became agitated and has been threatening suicide," Mrs. Zhou said urgently.
An Ning's heart leaped to her throat with worry. "Mrs. Zhou, please, you must stop my mother. I'll be there right away, just don't let her hurt herself."
"I know, please hurry; I'm afraid only you can comfort her," Mrs. Zhou panted.
"I'm on my way," An Ning added another instruction before hanging up the phone.
Yu Jingchen had already turned the car around, heading for the sanatorium.
They arrived at the hospital in the fastest time possible.
When An Ning burst into the ward, Cheng Yujie was sitting disheveled in a corner of the floor, surrounded by plastic cups, clothing, and the cup itself.