Bai Yang turned his head to look at the three people standing behind him.
Wang Ning stood in the middle; Bai Yang only saw his complexion change like a traffic light, first turning red, then green, and finally white, as he raised his right hand to seize his chest, his expression in agony.
Then he remembered the heart is on the left side.
So he switched to his left hand, tightly clutching the front of his shirt, continuing to look in pain, staggering back two steps.
Zhao Bowen and Bai Zhen hurried to support him.
"What's wrong with you, Old Wang?"
"I... I'm having a heart attack…" Wang Ning gasped for breath.
"You've had heart disease since when?"
"Starting from now."
