Chapter 708 How Could It Be a Small Problem

Just suddenly, a sudden pain attacked his heart, and a very uncomfortable feeling spread throughout his body.

He coughed violently, and only slightly relieved the stagnant breath that had accumulated on his chest.

"Master Lu, are you alright?" Lu Hang took a few steps forward and hurriedly asked.

"The meeting is suspended." Lu Heting explained to Lu Hang, feeling uncomfortable for a while, and immediately turned on the phone and dialed the number placed in the first place.

The phone was connected, but no one answered.

Lu Heting stepped out, and the executives who were in the meeting couldn't help but be surprised, wondering what happened to the always strict Master Lu?

In the middle of the meeting, it is unprecedented to suspend the meeting for no reason.

As Lu Heting went out, he reflexively called up Weibo.

Seeing the content on Weibo, his breathing suddenly stopped——

"The Weiya accident happened in the crew of "Shuangfeng", Fang Yourong and Su Beqiqi fell off the cliff!"

The hospital address was given on Weibo, but Lu Heting went straight to the parking lot without stopping.

When I was driving, I found that my hands were shaking and I couldn't start the car at all.

Until Lu Hang was called down, Lu Heting's body still couldn't control the chilling slight tremor.

Seeing Lu Heting's appearance, Lu Hang was frightened, and immediately drove to the hospital he designated.

He thought that Lu Heting was suddenly ill, and he had never seen Master Lu's face so ugly.

"Master Lu, hold on, you will be at the hospital soon, you will be fine!" Lu Hang comforted and drove the car out.

Only Lu Heting knew that this was not a problem with his own body, but a problem with Su Bei.

The car finally stopped at the entrance of the hospital, and reporters were surging everywhere.

At this moment, Lu Heting's cell phone rang, and it was an unfamiliar number.

He glanced at it and picked it up.

"Hey, Lu Heting..." Su Bei's voice poured into his ears with the sound of electricity.

Lu Heting's spirit was lifted and his voice was hoarse: "Babe, where are you?"

"Hospital. During filming, I got a little scratched, because I didn't bring my cell phone with the crew. I was worried that I would be worried if you couldn't get in touch, so I borrowed someone else's cell phone to call you."

"Which ward?" Lu Heting held his breath, bruised?

After Su Bei said, he said, "There are a lot of reporters. You don't have to come here. I can go home soon."

"I see." Lu Heting hung up the phone. Although Su Bei's words were calm, it seemed that there was no big problem, but how could it be a small problem?

However, she was still able to call, which finally made Lu Heting's heart stabilize a little, the trembling in his body and the hidden pain in his heart also calmed down a little, and his complexion was much better.

Lu Hang still didn't know what was going on, so he opened his mouth and said, "Master Lu, I'll arrange a doctor for you. You can bear with it for a while."

"No need for a doctor. Find a way to divert the reporters and let me go to the third floor of the inpatient department."

"Ah?" Lu Hang just saw that Lu Ye's face was very ugly, so he was very worried.

Who knew that after a while, Master Lu would actually recover?

"Can't understand s Mandarin?"

"I'm going right now!" Lu Hang said immediately.

I was really muttering in my heart, and I didn't know what was wrong with Master Lu.

Soon, Lu Hang mixed into the group of reporters, pointed in one direction and shouted: "Over there, Su Bei and Fang Yourong appeared over there!"