Mu Yulian's face darkened. Just because of what happened yesterday, she would never agree to go on stage easily!

Guo Angzhi lost his balance and stumbled onto the stool.

Lu Juesheng was in a better state: "Comrade Gu, what exactly is going on?"

Gu Qingcheng took a deep breath and said, "Captain, last night, Comrade Yang Bolan and I went upstairs and went to bed after a simple wash. There was nothing unusual at night, but this morning, Comrade Yang Bolan kept saying that her chest and throat hurt. I tried to massage her several times, but it didn't have much effect."

Heartache, sore throat?

Lu Juesheng frowned, he vaguely remembered that the head of the song and dance troupe, Jiang, also died due to heart pain and sore throat, which gradually led to a serious illness and he was unable to get up and passed away.

Could it be that Yang Bolan...

Lu Juesheng's face looked extremely ugly.

Mu Yulian said with regret: "What should we do? Comrade Yang Bolan represented our island in the national competition today, and now he has fallen ill. I'm afraid we will return empty-handed..."

Lu Juesheng ignored her and walked up the stairs quickly: "Lao Guo, let's go up and take a look!"

"Everyone else is waiting downstairs, so you all need to be quiet. Don't panic at this time!"

Guo Angzhi nodded, and the two of them walked upstairs one after the other.

The door was not closed, so he went straight in.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw Yang Bolan lying on the hospital bed, seriously ill.

Lu Juesheng's heart completely sank.

Yang Bolan's eyes were filled with tears: "Captain... I... I am sorry for your trust in me, and I am ashamed of everyone!"

Lu Juesheng sighed heavily!

"At this point, your health is more important."