He Zhilan had never seen He Teng before, as if he was surrounded by an aura of darkness that made people dare not approach him.
Only at that moment did He Zhilan realize, the He Teng of the past, no matter how angry he was, had always been lenient with her.
Without a doubt, such a version of He Teng was terrifying.
The roar of He Teng drew the nurses and doctors from the floor. When they arrived, He Teng ordered, "Get this lunatic who attacked people out of here!"
Upon hearing this and seeing He Teng guarding He Zhilan, the nurses and doctors immediately dragged the middle-aged woman out. Overwhelmed by He Teng’s intense aura, the woman didn’t dare to resist, but she kept cursing under her breath. It seemed as if she wished to use the nastiest and vulgar words in the world against He Zhilan.
"Hey, He Teng, how did you get on your feet?!" exclaimed a nurse, and at the same time, He Teng collapsed heavily to the ground.
"He Teng!" cried He Zhilan, who had no time to catch him. She watched as he falls to the ground, his eyes still filled with unsubsided anger directed at her. Blood slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth, his breathing ragged.
"Quick! Get him to the operating room!" The doctor, sensing something was wrong, rushed him away.
It was like a sudden nightmare. One moment, she had been playfully nestling in his palm, and the next she found herself standing outside the operating room, her face red and swollen from worry.
Did she owe Liao Qinghong something in her previous life? Why else would Liao Qinghong haunt her in this way?
What does she have to do with the relationship between Ding Long and Liao Qinghong? Why did Liao Qinghong’s mother come to the hospital to accuse and insult her?
The disappointment in He Teng’s eyes before he was rushed into the operating room struck He Zhilan with fear.
"He Zhilan!" Bian Xiulin, who had rushed there upon hearing the news, demanded, "What happened in the ward?"
"Ding Long’s ex-girlfriend’s mother came to cause trouble in the ward, accusing me of seducing Ding Long and stealing her daughter’s boyfriend. In order to protect me, my brother forced himself to stand and yell at the crazy woman. Then... he collapsed in front of me, blood seeping from his mouth. Xiulin, my brother... he..."
He Zhilan’s body was trembling. The image of He Teng collapsing, every detail, was eroding her courage and sanity.
In her heart, even He Teng who was lying in bed with an oxygen mask was strong and indestructible. She never knew that He Teng would ever appear so vulnerable, causing her so much fear and worry.
It was as if the hero in her heart had suddenly become as fragile as a paper butterfly.
Bian Xiulin sighed, "Your brother’s injury affected his legs and internal organs. He needs a long time to recover and during this period, he absolutely mustn’t stand up, get angry, or have significant emotional fluctuations..." Pausing, she realized that saying these things would only make He Zhilan more worried. "Don’t worry, the best experts in the hospital are in there. They’ll make sure he’s okay."
Bian Xiulin thought to herself, it was fortunate that He Teng hadn’t physically fought with the crazy woman in the ward, otherwise, he probably wouldn’t even have a chance to be saved now.
Bian Xiulin didn’t know much about Ding Long. She only knew him as a philanderer but had little interaction with him. Seeing that the matter of Ding Long’s ex-girlfriend was now entangled with He Zhilan, Bian Xiulin asked a few more questions.