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Shen Jingyu would not be leaving anytime soon. However, his eyes seemed to evade direct contact with Su Xing, who sensed something unusual. Yet, given the circumstances, he chose not to press further.
The two of them exited the room, where Qin Yi was waiting for the examination results. They were also accompanied by Rong Xigu. It appeared that they had not come here on a whim, but they also seemed to have arrived without much preparation.
Su Xing was filled with confusion and questions, but he refrained from voicing them at that moment.
In less than ten minutes, a young girl rushed down the corridor and boldly threw herself into Rong Xigu's arms. The force of her embrace nearly knocked the well-trained man off his feet.
"Rong Xigu? Are you hurt?"
Rong Xigu forced himself to suppress the pain that surged through him as he gasped, "I'm fine!"
"Impossible!" Lu Xiangyi insisted firmly. "You didn't even lift me up just now! Where are you hurt? Don’t make me strip you down for an examination right here!"
Lu Xiangyi stepped back from his embrace, her serious expression leaving no room for argument.
Rong Xigu was at a loss for words, but sweat was already beading on his forehead—an unmistakable sign of pain. His lips had turned pale as well.
Seeing this, Lu Xiangyi wasted no time and reached out to unbutton Rong Xigu's shirt.
Rong Xigu caught her hand firmly. "Hold on, darling! Just wait a moment."
"Wait for what? If you keep this up, you might lose your life!" Lu Xiangyi's temper flared; no one could stop her now!
At that moment, Shen Jingyu interjected, "Let another doctor handle your wounds first; they must have reopened! You can rest in the adjacent room."
With a glance from Shen Jingyu, the others moved in swiftly, and Rong Xigu was promptly taken to the next room. There were plenty of doctors available here; the critical danger had passed for Rong Xigu, and anyone besides Qin Yi could manage his injuries.
Lu Xiangyi followed Rong Xigu into the room.
After some time filled with arguing inside the ward, Su Xing soon heard the sound of Little Princess crying—softly sobbing in distress.
He quietly glanced at the man beside him. Shen Jingyu had his head lowered, and there was a faint scent of blood lingering around him.
"I'm not hurt! Don't worry!" Shen Jingyu understood what Su Xing was concerned about. To prevent him from worrying too much, both of them had already concealed their injuries.
They hadn’t anticipated that things would escalate so quickly this time.
Mu Zhendong arrived shortly after Shen Jingyu. It was already ten o'clock at night, yet the corridor buzzed with activity, resembling a large conference scene.
Upon seeing Shen Jingyu, Mu Zhendong immediately recalled his role as a successor. "Jing Yu," he thought, "your mother's condition is quite serious this time! I have no choice but to take her to the hospital! I know she dislikes this hospital, but what can we do? You'll have to persuade her."
He also noticed the new daughter-in-law who had been tirelessly accompanying them these past few days. It was touching to see her dedication. In truth, it was for Shen Jingyu's friend; firstly, there was a strong animosity towards Mu Zhiyuan, and secondly, Mu Zhendong found it hard to socialize with them. So, he had left in a huff last night.
That evening, he heard that Shen Jingyu had arrived—he had overheard it during a phone call from his brother, Mu Zhenjiang. Thinking ahead, if Deng Xiaoya were to really pass away, he would still have to play the role of the devoted husband that he had maintained for many years. Otherwise, he would have no ties left with the Shen family! Moreover, it seemed that Shen Jingyu had been doing quite well in his endeavors outside over the years.
Who could tell what help he could offer the Mu family? Back then, Mu Beiming was just a child with heavy schemes! He had always acted friendly towards Shen Jingyu since they were young, and now he was about to reap the rewards.
In comparison, as the legitimate successor, Mu Zhendong and Shen Jingyu's two half-brothers had a very poor relationship and even harbored grudges against each other. Mu Zhendong felt he must seize this opportunity!
Shen Jingyu appeared taciturn around others; if it weren't for him tightly holding Su Xing's hand, Su Xing might have wondered if this man had gone through some significant trauma again and shut himself off once more. Yet at every moment, she could sense that this man exuded a reassuring aura.
Half an hour later, they finally waited for Qin Yi to come out and breathe a sigh of relief. "There are no issues for now! Everyone should stop waiting here; let's go out and take a breather!" Qin Yi looked exhausted; his drooping eyelids revealed his fatigue.
Su Xing immediately suggested, "Shenghao Yujing is nearby. They prepared your rooms yesterday; everything has been cleaned up. But you brothers haven't stayed there yet! Why not head over now? Should we grab a bite first? You all must be hungry," she guessed as she observed their hurried demeanor.
Qin Yi shook his head. "I'll go wash up and get some sleep first. Tomorrow we can discuss the treatment plan together!" The doctor's rest was crucial; no one stopped him. Then Shen Jingyu instructed everyone else to take a break.
"Mu Beiming," he said, "just arrange for two people to take turns keeping watch. Go eat first and then rest! I'll join you!"
Shen Jingyu pulled Su Xing along as they left. Mu Zhendong wanted to say something behind them but hesitated. "Uncle Mu," he finally spoke up, "there's no need to stay here any longer. My mother... she won't be in danger for a while."
"You speak as if he’s eagerly waiting for his own death," Mu Zhendong felt a sting of embarrassment.
"I’ve been married to your mother for so many years, and I still hope to spend more time with her in these last days!"
Shen Jingyu nodded and said, "Ahao, please notify the Nurse Station. If Mu Uncle is tired from standing outside, arrange a resting room for him nearby."
Shen Jingyu left without even looking back. It seemed that Mu Zhendong's plans were not as easy to execute as he thought.
As they were leaving, they called for Rong Xigu and Lu Xiangyi. At that moment, Rong Xigu had already rewrapped the wound on his chest, while Lu Xiangyi's eyes were red from crying, resembling a little rabbit.
Su Xing knew that comforting him wouldn’t do much good, so he simply patted his shoulder, offering a semblance of psychological support. "I’ll instruct the hotel to prepare some nourishing soup for you! You’ve got a hole in your chest and all the flesh is gone!" Lu Xiangyi cried as if the world had come to an end.
Rong Xigu found it both amusing and exasperating. "It’s not as serious as you’re making it out to be! It’s just a scraped surface; it will heal! Please stop crying; it’s making me feel heartbroken!"
"You’re the one who should be heartbroken! With such a large wound, don’t you care? Aren’t you afraid I’ll find you repulsive? It’s definitely going to leave a scar!"
Rong Xigu seriously held Lu Xiangyi's shoulders and declared his stance: "You are never allowed to find me repulsive in this lifetime! As long as I have breath left in me, no matter how severe my injuries are, I will crawl back to your side!"
"And you," he added firmly, "are not allowed to cry! If you still love me, that will be the best medicine for my recovery!"
What Rong Xigu didn’t tell her was that he had already taken a special medicine designed to promote healing and prevent scarring, all to spare this girl from feeling guilty.
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