He kicked several times until he was finally tired, then he put his hands on his waist and gasped for breath.
One of the men noticed that Lu Zhiyi's black skirt seemed to be soaked, revealing some dark red.
I couldn't help but tell Lu Zhihe, "Fourth Master, the young lady seems to be injured and bleeding..."
After all, he is his own flesh and blood, and his subordinates thought that Lu Zhihe would not ignore him.
Unexpectedly, Lu Zhihe waved his hands viciously and said, "A little bleeding is nothing. Her brother was made unconscious by her and is now lying in bed. She is just injured. What's the big deal?"
Lu Zhihe now hated Lu Zhiyi so much that he didn't even want to look at her.
As he walked out, he instructed his men, "Throw away the obstructing thing, leave two people inside to guard it, and don't let anyone disturb the young master. Everyone else, follow me out."
He would first ask Doctor Qinghao about his condition before going to find Gong Xuemei.
In Lu Zhihe's heart, his wife and daughter are not as important as his son.
"Yes." The leading bodyguard arranged for two people to stay, and the rest followed Lu Zhihe.
After they left, the bodyguards who stayed behind lifted Lu Zhiyi up and threw her into the corridor outside the ward.
Then he returned to the ward and ignored Lu Zhiyi who fell outside.
At this moment, Lu Zhiyi was in so much pain that she couldn't speak... She could only moan weakly.
She stroked her lower abdomen, feeling excruciating pain.
Feeling the cramps in her lower abdomen, she could clearly sense that something important was leaving her body little by little.
The corridor of the VIP ward was quiet, with only very faint moans of pain floating in the air.
It was not until more than ten minutes later that a passing nurse discovered Lu Zhiyi.
“Miss…Miss, what’s wrong with you? You feel uncomfortable somewhere…You…you are bleeding…” When the nurse saw the blood on her hands, she immediately realized that the situation was not good.
Soon, the nurse called the emergency personnel and sent the unconscious Lu Zhiyi to the operating room.
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Meanwhile, on the other side.
Lu Zhihe is asking about Lu Qinghao's physical condition.
"The patient's surgery was successful, and we have completely cleared the blood clots in his brain. Now all we can do is wait for him to wake up, and then do the next step of treatment based on his recovery."
"Doctor, how long will it take for my son to wake up?" Hearing that his son was still unconscious, Lu Zhihe rubbed his hands nervously.
"That... is not necessarily true. The patient's surgery was fine, and it's only a matter of time before he wakes up. As for brain surgery, everyone's condition is different, and given the patient's condition, it will take at least a month for him to wake up."
"One month!"
Lu Zhihe was very disappointed.
Lu Yuchen has returned, and the Lu family’s family meeting is about to be held.
If Lu Qinghao were to fall into a coma at this moment, all the problems would fall on his head.
Ever since Lu Yuchen pointed a gun at his head last night, Lu Zhihe now wants revenge but is also afraid of Lu Yuchen.
He wanted to bring down Lu Yuchen, but he was afraid that Lu Yuchen would bear a grudge against him and really chop him to pieces.
At such an important moment, Lu Qinghao was unable to give him any advice.
"Doctor, can you see if there is any way for my son to..."
"Director, something bad has happened! Something big has happened in the psychiatric department downstairs, you should go and take a look!" Before Lu Zhihe could finish his words, a young nurse suddenly ran in.
When the chief physician heard this, he immediately ignored Lu Zhihe.
As he walked out with the nurse, he asked, "Don't worry, what happened? Can you tell me clearly?"
"Yes... Something happened to the family of the patient in Ward 1706..."
Ward 1706
Lu Zhihe thought about it and realized that was Lu Qinghao's ward number!
The author has something to say. I will update 6 first, and 6 more later. I am going to have a meal, and will come back to write the next one after dinner. It will probably be after 10 o'clock. (To be continued)