C301 Encephalon

The moment the call connected, an urgent voice came through.

"Xuanzi, where are you right now?"

"Fatty, what's going on? I'm on my way to the office," Chen Zhixuan inquired.

"Get here quick. Yan Kuan collapsed in his office this morning," Fatty Zhang said with palpable anxiety.

"What? He's unconscious? Have you called an ambulance?"

"Yes, but it's a peculiar situation