Xu Xingguang had long suspected that Huo Wen’an’s combat abilities weren’t weak, but she hadn’t expected him to be this monstrously powerful.
The prowess he displayed today could rival Xu Xingguang’s condition during her battles as a commander in the interstellar age.
Xu Xingguang’s feelings were quite mixed.
How could she describe such a sensation?
It’s like my frail fiancé who couldn’t take care of himself suddenly transford into Xiang Yu, a figure with strength to topple mountains and overshadow the world.
With Eagle Sparrow accompanying Huo Wen’an in the fight, by evening, Huo Wen’an was thoroughly exhausted.
He lay powerless on the ground, no matter how much his flesh and blood hurt inside, unable to lift even a finger to move.
Xu Xingguang opened the cabin door, jumped out from the cockpit.
She picked up the chaotic sheets from the ground and spread them flat, then lifted Huo Wen’an, placing him on top. "Hang in there, just endure until tomorrow night."
Huo Wen’an’s lips moved, but no sound ca out.
Xu Xingguang knew exactly what Huo Wen’an was trying to say; she gently held his hand and assured him, "I’ll be here with you, don’t worry."
Only then did Huo Wen’an feel at ease.
He gazed at the ceiling with a numbed, vacant look, using the last ounce of strength within him to resist the pain coming from the cleansing of his blood. Soon, layer upon layer of black secretions began to ooze from his pores.
*
Huo Wen’an passed out for dozens of hours, and the Huo Family mbers who stood vigil outside were exhausted, so they paired up to return for so rest, leaving behind trusted aides to keep watch.
Huo Canghai, being older, was also persuaded by Huo Yunsheng and others to go rest.
Outside the ergency room, only Huo Yunsheng and Mrs. Huo remained keeping watch.
Ye Mingluo, however, didn’t return ho; he still wore the dirty clothes from noon, sitting on the sofa outside the ergency room, disregarding the hospital’s no-smoking policy, continuously smoking one cigarette after another.
Huo Yunsheng noticed Ye Mingluo only smoked and wasn’t eating, feeling that it was not right, and tried to persuade him earnestly, "Doctor Ye, you’ve worked hard too, the dicinal Farr is inside; you should go back, take a shower, eat a bit, and co back later."
Ye Mingluo shook his head while gripping his cigarette, "There’s no need, I can’t eat anyway."
He grew up with Huo Wen’an as playmates and understood better than anyone else how difficult things were for Huo Wen’an.
This vast Divine Concealnt Island was a veritable dragon’s lair.
Besides Huo Canghai hoping for Huo Wen’an’s safety, the others likely wished for his demise.
Huo Yunsheng was a worthless one; although he hoped for Huo Wen’an’s health, if Huo Wen’an truly died, he wouldn’t be too upset.
Therefore, Ye Mingluo had to stay and keep watch.
He feared soone might take the opportunity to cause trouble and harm Huo Wen’an.
Not only did Ye Mingluo not dare to leave, Zheng Lie also remained vigilant, like a guardian deity at the corridor’s corner, watching every person who approached the ergency room.
The Huo Family mbers’ subordinates left to keep watch were blocked by Zheng Lie at the hospital lobby, prohibited from even stepping near the ergency room.
Huo Yunsheng saw Ye Mingluo refuse to rest or eat and wanted to admit he was hungry. But seeing Doctor Ye, an outsider, not eating, made Huo Yunsheng feel it inappropriate to eat as the father.
Huo Yunsheng quietly turned around, slyly peeled a piece of chocolate, and sneaked it into his mouth.
Ye Mingluo heard the noise of Huo Yunsheng peeling the candy wrapper; his eyebrows arched up as he reminded Huo Yunsheng, "Mr. Huo, if you’re hungry, you can go back now. If anything happens with Wen’an, I’ll notify you imdiately."
Huo Yunsheng was tempted.
But after hesitating for a mont, he still declined, "No, I’ll just wait here."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Huo couldn’t help but sneer. Looking at her husband, she said with a half-smile, "What? Don’t feel assured? With Doctor Ye guarding here, are you still worried I might harm Wen’an?"
Huo Yunsheng: "..."
Huo Yunsheng glanced at Ye Mingluo, who seed unfazed, then frowned and told Mrs. Huo, "I can see you don’t like Wen’an. He’s not even dead yet, and you’re busy picking feng shui burial sites for him, crafting a coffin, even preparing for his posthumous marriage."
"Do you think I can trust you to wait here?"
Mrs. Huo’s dislike for Huo Wen’an was well known among the Huo Family.
"So do you really think I’m vicious enough to rush in and kill him?" Mrs. Huo laughed more mockingly, "I don’t like him; how could I possibly like him?"
Staring at Huo Yunsheng’s face which resembled Huo Wen’an’s, Mrs. Huo felt hatred grow, "Huo Yunsheng, whenever I see Huo Wen’an, I’m reminded of your absurd past! I married you pure and innocent, but you?"
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