Chapter 638: Sowing Seeds of Discord (8)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Shen Zihao stood where he was in silence, taking in the berating with no sign of fighting back.
Shen Liangchuan dropped his fists after a few hits.
Xia Yehua was on the brink of life and death, he really wasn’t in the mood for a fight.
All of a sudden, the corridor fell into a dead silence.
Everyone was looking intently at the entrance of the operating room.
At this point, the clicking of high heels was heard.
Following this, Mei Feng’s voice rang through the corridor as she asked, “Zihao, is your mother okay?”
Shen Zihao turned and looked at her blankly.
The woman put a hand on his arm and saw the bruises on his face. She asked anxiously, “Zihao, your face… What happened?”
Then, tightening her grip around his arm, she said, “Hurry, hurry up and come with me. We’ll get a nurse to treat your injuries.”
Shen Zichuan hesitated at Mei Feng’s suggestion.
Seeing through her pretense, Qiao Lian said in a mocking tone, “He doesn’t even know if his mother is going to come out of the operating room alive, and here you are, trying to get him to treat his injuries that are not itching or hurting. Aunty, do you really have his interest at heart?
Mei Feng’s pupils shrank at once.
But Qiao Lian had turned the other way and refused to look at her again.
The woman bit her lip and lowered her gaze. She took Shen Zihao’s hand in her own and did not let go. “Zihao, that’s not what I meant. Of course, your mother’s health is important. I’m just worried that your wounds will get infected.”
The young man did not say a word, but he stood there with an upright posture.
His eyes never left the operating room’s door.
He was determined not to leave until he knew the outcome.
Mei Feng’s eyes flashed for a moment when she saw how resolute he was.
After a moment, she lowered her head and just stood quietly next to him.
Qiao Lian observed all of this coldly.
She noted that Shen Xiu had not turned up, even though Xia Yehua’s condition was serious.
And as for Mei Feng, although she had said she was here to see Shen Zihao, she was probably really here to see if Xia Yehua was still alive, right?
Full of resentment, she bit her lip.
She had no idea how to deal with all these emotions, much less how to comfort Shen Liangchuan. She could only say a silent prayer.
All her hopes were on Xia Yehua’s recovery.
More time pa.s.sed.
Time that would normally seem to pa.s.s in the blink of an eye was now crawling at a snail’s pace.
And in the operating room, the emergency surgery continued.
Within six hours, they had issued three Critical State Forms.
Qiao Lian clenched her fists.
This meant that Xia Yehua had been on the brink of death three times.
In times like this, Qiao Lian realized, life seemed so fragile.
The corridor had gone quiet with tension.
And then once more, the doctor pushed open the operating room’s door and walked out. The people rushed up to him instantaneously.
“Doctor, how’s my mother?” Shen Liangchuan, who had always been calm and collected, asked in a voice that was now trembling.
The doctor glanced at him and said, “We’ve completed the surgery, but the next 24 hours will be critical and we have to monitor her. If she wakes up after these 24 hours, she’ll be fine. But if she doesn’t…”
He did not finish his sentence, but everyone understood what this meant.
Shen Liangchuan clenched his fists.
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In the intensive care unit.
Shen Liangchuan sat outside the room quietly, looking at his mother through the large gla.s.s panel.
Qiao Lian stood next to him.
Shen Zihao, however, stood at a distance, not daring to move at all.
He was afraid. But he had no idea whom he could talk to about this fear that was growing inside.