Leng Jiuchen did not seem to have heard Shen Qingming’s words. He stood stiffly on the spot like a stone statue.
“Your Excellency.”Shen Qingming braced himself and spoke again.
“Shut up!”Leng Jiuchen said coldly.
Xiang Qiuci’s stab was nothing to him.
Moreover, he would never leave this place before the surgery door was opened.
Shen Qingming was anxious, but Leng Jiuchen insisted. There was nothing he could do.
As time passed, Leng Jiuchen stood still, as if roots had grown under his feet.
Suddenly, the door of the operating theater opened with a click.
Leng Jiuchen’s hands behind his back suddenly clenched into fists.
He did not go forward. He frowned as he watched the director walk out of the operating theater with trepidation. His head could drop to the ground.
At that moment, his heart seemed to fall into a bottomless abyss in an instant.
