But how could they know that the Fei Alliance is experiencing an unprecedented crisis.
"Mr. President, Marshal," a doctor hastened to Hill and Li Cunxin, speaking softly, "You can come in now."
"How is Lord Hastings?" Hill asked in a low voice.
"Temporarily stabilized, but..." The doctor frowned, "Lord Hastings' illness has already reached a late stage. Apart from some conservative treatments, we cannot change the course of the illness. How long he can hold on depends on Lord Hastings himself."
Even though the doctor's words were expected, Hill and Li Cunxin couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.
The two exchanged a glance and walked towards the bedroom.
Opening the door, Hastings lay quietly on the wide and soft bed. Several monitors cast sensor light on his hands, recording his breathing and heartbeat data. An oxygen machine worked silently, delivering oxygen into his body through a nasal tube.
