Chu Liangxia rushed back on short notice.
She didn't even go to the hotel, held just a bag in her hand, and hailed a taxi straight to the airport.
The tickets were also purchased last-minute.
She caught the last flight of the day.
From her city to Beijing, the journey took two hours.
It was raining in Beijing too.
The cold rain soaked through her clothes by the time she left the airport at two in the morning, despite holding up an umbrella while waiting for a taxi.
She sat numbly in the taxi, apologized to the driver, and then called Ling Xize.
"I've arrived," Chu Liangxia said slowly, "How is the old master now?"
Feng Ziheng couldn't reach her, so he had to call Ling Xize to pass on the message.
At that time, Ling Xize told her that the old master Feng had taken a fall, was sent to the hospital, and the situation was critical.
Several hours had passed since then, so there should have been an update.
Unexpectedly, Ling Xize replied directly, "I don't know."