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Zhao Changsheng picked up the pen and signed his name, after which the doctor quickly returned inside.
Ke Hong walked up to Zhao Changsheng and slapped him hard across the face. Grabbing his collar tightly, she shouted, "You owe me my son! Wuwuwu, you owe me my son!!!"
Zhao Changsheng remained silent and motionless, allowing Ke Hong to hit him with fists and kicks. The onlookers were taken aback by Ke Hong's intense reaction; her slap had left everyone stunned, and they rushed forward to pull her away from him.
As the door closed again, an unsettling silence enveloped the outside, so quiet that even the breathing of everyone present could be distinctly heard. Lin Mu Xi, Ouyang Zhirou, Ke Hong, Wang Ju'en, Hu Yao, Hu Zhi, Zhao Changsheng, Ouyang Xiong, and their grandparents—all ten of them—dared not speak. Each person's heart raced in their throats as they silently prayed for Zhao Lun, hoping he would pull through.
Ke Hong closed her eyes tightly and clasped her hands together in prayer. The walls had heard more prayers than any temple or church; the most fervent voices were coming from the hospital.
Time ticked by slowly, and the mood outside grew heavier, with people becoming increasingly restless. Finally, after an hour, the lights went out. At that moment, everyone crowded at the door, anxiously waiting for the doctor to come out.
"How is he? How is my son?"
"Doctor, how is Zhao Lun?"
"Please say something!"
The crowd spoke over one another, leaving no room for the doctor to respond.
"Everyone be quiet! The patient has now stabilized and is out of immediate danger but will need to be hospitalized for observation."
Upon hearing this news, a collective sigh of relief swept through them. "Thank goodness! Zhao Lun made it!" The echoes of such jubilant sentiments resonated in each of their hearts.
After speaking, the doctor left. Nurses then wheeled Zhao Lun toward the ward. It was only at that moment that they saw his battered appearance—his head wrapped in bandages and connected to a respirator.
Seeing this, Ouyang Zhirou and Lin Mu Xi felt as if their hearts had been pierced. This person had sustained such a severe injury while trying to protect them; meanwhile, they had only suffered minor bruises. Even after being shot, his eyes were still scanning for signs of injury on himself. At that moment, his heart could hold no one but Zhao Lun.
Ke Hong saw Zhao Lun's condition and instantly felt her tense nerves relax; she collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness.
"Wife!"
"Ke Hong!"
"Auntie!"
"Where is the doctor? Doctor, hurry up! Doctor!!!"
In less than half a minute, a group of doctors rushed over and took Ke Hong away. After a thorough examination, the doctors reassured everyone that the patient was merely in a state of extreme panic for too long and just needed a couple of days to rest.
Zhao Changsheng felt completely relieved now. After settling everyone else, he turned to Ouyang Xiong, Hu Zhi, and Wang Ju'en and said that their plans had been moved up. They had caused him nearly to lose everything, and he was determined to make them pay dearly for it!
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