Subsequently, the nurse wheeled Long Ziheng out of the operating room and straight to the intensive care unit.
By now, it was nearly daybreak.
Long Chengyu and his wife Shu Yimo had kept watch all night.
The bloodstains on Long Chengyu's clothes had already dried, yet up close, one could still catch the strong reek of blood.
"Young Master, we can keep an eye on things here. You and the young mistress have been up all night, why don't you go back and change, take some rest? We'll notify you immediately if anything happens,"
suggested the bodyguard accompanying them, seeing the couple's evident weariness.
"It's fine, let's wait for Ashi to come back,"
said Long Chengyu, glancing again at Long Ziheng, who lay motionless in the hospital bed.
"Yimo, you go wait for me in the car,"
Long Chengyu suddenly said, noticing the fatigue etched in Shu Yimo's brows.
"I'll wait for you,"
Shu Yimo insisted.
"Be good and wait in the car, I'll be right there,"
