Under the effect of the two bottles of medicine Dong Xuebin had given him, Old Lü's face gradually regained some color.
Yan Liang supported Old Lü. "How are you feeling?"
"Much better." Old Lü glanced in Dong Xuebin's direction and smiled kindly.
Having narrowly escaped disaster, Yan Liang said guiltily, "It was all my fault. I nearly caused you to... I..."
"Hehe, it's nothing." Old Lü was very cheerful. "Birth, aging, illness, and death are all part of life. Besides, aren't I fine now?"
After such an incident, no one was in the mood to continue to the Branch Bureau Family Compound. Once Yan Liang's driver and Old Lü's driver hurriedly arrived at Er Tiao Alley, Old Lü got into the old-model Audi with his guard and left.
Yan Liang turned to look at Dong Xuebin. He felt grateful, fortunate, and deeply shocked. He had only seen Dong Xuebin rush into the fire on the second floor to save the documents. As for Little Dong's other exploits, he had merely heard about them and had never taken them too seriously. A firefighter? Someone who could handle any difficulty? Wasn't that nonsense? But after witnessing Little Dong's miraculous performance again today, Yan Liang finally believed it completely. If Little Dong had not brought asthma medicine at that critical moment, his own future would have...
Everyone present stared at Dong Xuebin as though they were looking at an immortal.
Yan Liang beckoned Dong Xuebin over. "Little Dong, you did well. I'll remember your contribution this time. Why are you carrying so much medicine?"
Dong Xuebin made up an excuse. "Oh, one of my neighbors has this illness too. I was bringing the medicine for him."
Could there really be such a coincidence? Yan Liang even suspected that Dong Xuebin had noticed he