The next day.
At five in the morning, Huo Jingting was rudely awoken by the sudden ringing of a phone call.
He had gone to bed after two o'clock and had slept for less than three hours when he was abruptly disturbed, causing a severe headache, and he muttered a curse under his breath.
He reached for his phone, didn't even glance at it, and hung up directly.
But within a few seconds, the phone rang again, as if determined not to stop until he answered.
The sleepiness Huo Jingting felt was gradually dissenting, and he took the call after a long while with a poor tone, "Hello?"
"Young Master," came the voice of the Huo Mansion's butler, hurried in his tone, "You need to come back immediately."
"What happened?"
The butler said, "Sir just had an onset of his illness, and the situation is very bad, he has been taken to the hospital."