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The sky seed to be splashed with ink, a heavy black expanse.
The red light at the entrance of the ergency room had been on for half an hour.
Three to five doctors in white coats blocked the man approaching with a dark aura, saying with difficulty, "Mr. Mu, you cannot enter the delivery room."
The hostility emanating from Mu Jin Huan made the doctors continuously back away. They dared not directly reach out to push him, rely blocking his path.
"Fine, I won’t go in," Mu Jin Huan halted his steps, his dark pupils faintly exuding a chilling aura, "but if anything happens to my wife and child, none of you will live."
Why did he leave her at ho alone...
The man’s voice was flat and calm but carried undisguised threat, he had the power and no qualms about hiding it.
That gaze was too dark, and the doctor standing in front didn’t dare make eye contact with Mu Jin Huan, his hands hanging by his side clenched unconsciously from tension.
Forcing composure, "Mr. Mu, Mrs. Mu’s condition was already very bad when she was brought to the hospital. If you go in, it will affect the doctors’ surgery. We, we will certainly do our best."
Mu Jin Huan’s brow furrowed with gloom as he looked toward the direction of the ergency room, the depths of his eyes filled with rich darkness.
His thin lips parted slightly, his voice low and indifferent, "By whatever ans, both the adult and the child, I want them both."
The situation was so dire, retaining even one was a problem...
The doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, not daring to violate dical ethics with empty words, only able to repeat the sa cautious four words from before, "We will do our best."
...
A gust of fist wind ca, the other’s actions fast and fierce. Mu Jin Huan was caught off guard, receiving a solid punch from Nan Ze.
Nan Ze, like a leopard in raging fury, grabbed Mu Jin Huan by the collar and swung his fist at the latter’s face for the second ti, "What the hell were you doing! If anything happens to Wanwan and the child in her belly, I’ll cripple you!"
What kind of godforsaken place is this.
The usually calm and composed Nan Ze, at that mont, his eyes bloodshot, seed as if he would destroy the entire floor the next second.
Mu Jin Huan was toppled onto the corridor’s floor, the taste of blood spreading in his mouth. His face remained expressionless as he raised a hand to wipe the bloodstain from the corner of his lips with his fingertip, standing up without any intention to fight back.
Shouting was prohibited outside the ergency room, yet no one dared to stop them.
"Stop it!" Shen Zhii intervened between the two, hugging the furiously poised Nan Ze ready to kick, "Third Brother, calm down."
She was pregnant, so naturally, Nan Ze wouldn’t do anything further.
Suppressing his temper, his indifferent gaze swept over Mu Jin Huan, his anger vanished when looking at her.
His lean arm supported the woman’s lower back, softening his voice, "Jiashu is ho alone, I’ll have the driver take you back first. I’ll call you with any updates."
Shen Zhii instinctively grasped the man’s vein-appearing hand, shaking her head, whispering, "I’ll stay with you."
On their way here, the car speed was astonishingly fast. She almost believed that if it wasn’t for her still being in the car, it would have flown off.
No one understood better than Shen Zhii how important Nan Wan was to this man.
In those tis of unseen loneliness, this brother and sister were each other’s vulnerability and armor.
This ti, Nan Ze did not compromise, "Be good, listen. It might rain here in a while, and Jiashu is afraid of thunder. Go ho and keep him company."
His voice was authoritatively gentle, not allowing refusal.
He had words to discuss with Mu Jin Huan, and Shen Zhii no longer insisted, "Then... then when Wanwan cos out, you must tell imdiately."
"Okay," Nan Ze raised his hand to tidy the stray hair on her forehead, then bent down to lightly kiss her cheek, instructing the driver, "Take the madam ho, drive steadily."
The driver responded respectfully, "Yes, Mr. Nan, rest assured, I’ll make sure the madam gets ho safely."
When Shen Zhii reached the elevator, she stopped and looked back toward the direction of the ergency room, her ink brush-styled brows and eyes carrying concern.
Wanwan, Jiashu has been asking what the baby in auntie’s belly is called, whether it’s a brother or sister, and if it will always cry...
So, you’ll be alright, won’t you?
...
The thunder outside broke the silence in the corridor.
Two hours, and the door to the ergency room remained closed.
The scent of disinfectant perated the air, agitating Mu Jin Huan’s nerves. He stood at the end of the corridor, his gaze slightly lowered, deeply hidden emotions and anxiety in his eyes.
Like a centenary cold pine, standing clear and cold in the icy and snowy land, cold, detached, indifferent.
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