Chapter 138: During the Operation

The ambulance rushed away with Mu Qingxi and Bai Fanhao, followed closely by Xi Haifei.

Old Hou trailed behind as well; he insisted on accompanying Mu Qingxi. Director Song called out to him, “Old Hou, take good care of Qingxi. Once I’ve made the arrangements, I’ll come over.”

Old Hou nodded in agreement, assuring Director Song he would keep watch.

Once the ambulance had departed, Director Song’s previous look of despair vanished, replaced by his usual stern, impartial, and justice-driven demeanor. Gazing at the chaotic scene inside, he asked coldly, “Where is that woman?”

The captain from earlier responded, “Director, that woman was dragged away. She was cursing wildly, so I had to stuff her mouth.”

“Hm, bring her back for immediate interrogation. And what about Wu Jinyu and Wu Li?” Director Song paced as he surveyed those bound by his men, noticing that Wu Jinyu and Wu Li were not among them.

The captain glanced over his team, seeing their heads bowed low, and said, “Director Song, we captured Wu Jinyu, but Wu Li is a sly fox. We couldn’t catch him; he escaped with his people.”

Director Song already knew Wu Li was cunning and said nothing more, only calmly remarking, “Hmph, Wu Li is even craftier than his fox-like father. Looks like we’ll have to find another chance to catch him. Let’s clean up the scene and head back.”

At the hospital, a crowd surrounded the emergency room—Bai Fanhao’s parents, Mu Qingxi’s parents, Director Song, Old Hou, Xi Haifei, as well as Qin Yu rushing over and Zuo Kun, whose face was grim aboard a plane.

Bai Fanhao’s mother wept, “I told him not to go out, but he insisted it was fine. Now this has happened... what am I supposed to do?”

“Don’t be upset. Fanhao will pull through. That despicable Wu Jinyu—how could he do this to my son?” Bai Fanhao’s father comforted his wife, patting her on the back.

In the hallway, sorrow and anguish echoed—sighs here, sobs there—piercing the quiet corridor with their clarity.

Everyone’s eyes were wide, fixed intently on the three bold red characters signifying “In Surgery” above the operating room. In another ward, Mu Qingyang tore off his IV drip, ignoring the blood that welled on his hand, put on his shoes, and headed toward the surgery suite.

After a long walk and many questions, Mu Qingyang finally found the operating room. Seeing the crowd blocking the hallway, he pushed through to stand before Shen Yali and Mu Yuncheng, urgently asking, “Dad, Mom, how’s my sister?”

Director Song’s eyes narrowed at the sight of Mu Qingyang, heavily injured yet having traveled so far. His heart filled with displeasure, and he scolded, “Qingyang, why are you so disobedient? Go back and rest properly.”

Mu Qingyang looked at Director Song and said, “Uncle, I can’t. I have to wait for my sister. It’s my fault—if I hadn’t trusted others so easily, she wouldn’t be like this.”

Director Song knew Mu Qingyang was stubborn—he obeyed no one but his sister. Only when he truly felt wrong would he admit his mistakes.

With this in mind, Director Song said, “Since you know it’s your fault, you should rest well and recover your strength first, then come to care for your sister. If you keep pushing yourself like this, when she wakes up, she might not want to speak to you. She stayed behind so you’d be safe, to let those people catch her instead. You can’t make her sad again, can you?”

Mu Yuncheng and Shen Yali nodded in agreement, urging Mu Qingyang to return to his room to rest.

Reluctantly, Mu Qingyang was helped into a wheelchair by a nurse and pushed away.

Just as Mu Qingyang lay down on his bed, the three bright red characters above the operating room vanished. Everyone stood, their eyes fixed on the operating room doors.